Miles Ever After (Miles High Series)(16)

He raises his eyebrow.

“It’s my resignation.”

“Why?” He frowns.

“Because you and Fletch have everything handled here.” I put my hand over my stomach. “Because I want to concentrate on our baby and being a mom.”

His eyes search mine.

“It’s better this way, Tris. You handle work.” I put his hand over my stomach. “And let me handle this.”

He pulls me down onto his lap and I kiss him softly. “I love you.”

“I don’t want to push you out.” He sighs.

“You haven’t, sweetheart. You’ve set me free.”





“Claire,” Marley calls in her singsong voice, “someone’s at the door for you.”

I come around the corner to the hugest bunch of red roses I’ve ever seen, my mouth falls open in surprise. “My god.”

“Sign here.” The delivery man smiles as he leans up onto his toes. “Somebody sure loves you.”

I sign his delivery pad as I beam with happiness.

“She’s getting married today,” Marley announces proudly. “To a god.”

“Well.” The delivery man laughs. “Lucky you.”

“I am.” I take the flowers from him. “Thank you. Have a nice day.”

“Good luck today.” He smiles.

“Thanks.” Suddenly I’m all emotional and I kiss him on the cheek. “And thanks for my flowers.”

“You’re welcome, but I have to tell you. They aren’t from me.”

I laugh, embarrassed, why did I just kiss him on the cheek?

“Bye.” Marley closes the door and I breeze through my house. “I don’t think I’ve got a vase big enough for these.” I lay them onto the kitchen counter and unpin the card.

I can’t wait to marry you today

Forever mine.

Tristan.

XO





I swoon as I hold the card to my chest.

This man.

“Give me that.” Marley snatches the card from me and reads it out loud. “I can’t wait to marry you today. Forever mine. Tristan.” She rolls her eyes in a dramatic fashion. “Oh my god, could he be any more fucking perfect?” She sighs dreamily.

I smile as I continue to look for a vase.

“Seriously?” Marley continues. “Forever his. Fuck my life.” She looks up at the sky and shakes her fist. “Where is my Tristan, God? How come Claire gets one and I don’t?”

I inhale their deep perfume. I know exactly how I have a Tristan and nobody else does. Wade sent him, there isn’t a doubt in my mind that the stars had already been aligned in heaven.

It’s been a weird week, weird month, actually.

We’ve hit the ground running, a lot has happened, I fell pregnant, got engaged. Tristan was hell-bent on being married before the baby is born and I didn’t want to be a huge bride.

So we had precisely four weeks to pull together a wedding, plus I’ve had morning sickness from hell. No idea where it’s come from, I wasn’t sick at all with the boys.

This older pregnancy thing is not for the fainthearted, let me tell you.

Thankfully, Tristan has taken care of almost every detail. Who knew wedding planning would be his thing?

Marley takes the flowers from me. “I’ll find a vase for these, you need to start getting ready.”

“Is this really happening, Mol?”

“Uh-uh,” She nods. “You have bagged the biggest, sweetest hunk in the world.”

“I have, haven’t I?” I hunch my shoulders up in excitement. “I wonder what’s going on with the boys?”

We are marrying in the church that Tristan’s parents married in in New York. The boys are at his penthouse getting ready together. I wanted them to stay here but he wanted to stick with the no seeing the bride the night before tradition.

“Knowing Tristan, he will be all drill sergeant over there making sure everything is running to schedule, the boys will all be in their suits and being warned with death if they get dirty.” Marley smirks as she fills the vase.

“He would, wouldn’t he. That’s exactly how it would be going.” I smile. “I still can’t believe he asked the three boys to be his groomsmen.”

“Why not?”

“He has three brothers who are his best friends, and yet he asked the boys to stand beside him.”

“Because he’s Tristan.” Marley widens her eyes. “Need I say more.”

“This is true.” I turn and float up the hallway to my bedroom, I rub my hand over my small baby bump.

Forever his.





Tristan


Jameson holds up his glass of champagne. “A toast.”

I smile and raise my glass to his, Christopher and Elliot do the same.

Dressed in black dinner suits, we are primped and primed for my wedding day.

“To happiness.”

The silhouettes of my beloved brothers blur as emotion overwhelms me.

“Fuck me dead, if you cry like a baby at this wedding…” Jameson mutters dryly.

“As if he won’t,” Elliot replies. “Please, save me the drama.”