Miles Ever After (Miles High Series)(20)

“We stay together,” I yell. “Out of the fucking car right now.”

The car pulls up and I jump out, Harrison next, and the two boys in the back seat dive over the seat in a chaotic mess of arms and legs. The car behind us beeps its horn. “Shut up,” Jameson bellows out the window as he slaps his hand on the side of the car. “Don’t make me come back there.”

“Where is it?” I yell to Christopher through the window.

“Around the corner to the left.”

I grab Patrick’s hand. “Run.” We take off up the street like maniacs.

“My shoes are hurting me,” Harrison yells.

“Not as badly as I want to,” I yell back, I glance at my watch. “Half an hour.” I speed up. “Faster.”

We finally arrive at the suit shop, push the door open panting messes, and the lady smiles calmly. “Hello.”

“Hi.” I pant and point to Harry. “Suit.”

She looks him up and down. “Hmm, it doesn’t fit whatsoever, does it?”

“No.” I fume, I glance at my watch. “We have to be at the church in twenty-six minutes. Hurry up.”

Her face pales. “Oh dear. This way, I have them all laid out for you.”

Harry and she disappear into a changing room and the boys and I all fix our hair in the reflection in the window. I try to smooth Patrick’s hair and fix his tie, I neaten Fletcher and then myself, I glance at my watch. “Hurry up,” I yell. “We have twenty-one minutes to get to the church.”

“Ta-da.” Harry appears and holds his hands out like he’s a magician in a perfectly fitted suit.

“I’ll ta-da you alright,” I fume. “Let’s go.”

“I’ll just…” the woman from the shop says as she goes to her computer.

“Not now,” I yell as we run out of the shop, I look up and down the street. “Where are they?”

“I can’t see them.” Fletcher cranes his neck.

I go to dial Jameson’s number and a cab pulls up in front of us. “Get in.”

“What?”

“Get in the cab, we will meet them at the church.” We all dive in the cab.

“Where to?” the bored cab driver asks.

“St Patrick’s Cathedral. We have eighteen minutes to get there and I’m the fucking groom. Drive it like you stole it.”

The cab driver’s eyes widen and he pulls out at speed into the traffic.

I text Jameson,

Meet us at the church,



We are in a cab.





I glance at my watch, fourteen minutes.

Fuck.





Claire


Dad holds my hand as we drive in the car, we are on our way to the church. I’m not sure if it’s being pregnant or what but I’m feeling overemotional. Like the whole entirety of my being is about to be played out.

It’s my wedding day.

My second wedding day.

A day that I never imagined doing twice.

I stare out the car window with my mind in a whirlwind, flicking between time zones. Reminiscing from my last wedding…. my last groom, to this life and this man.

Loving my new husband-to-be so deeply that I don’t have the words to describe it.

Two men, two very different loves.

One, my childhood sweetheart, the only man I knew, and we had all our firsts together. The father of my children, our love was easy and uncomplicated. Everything to achieve and nothing to prove.

And then there’s Tristan, my beautiful, gorgeous Tristan.

Our love is deep, so deep that I don’t know how I could have ever lived a life without his love. And looking back, I don’t think I was meant to.

We were always going to meet, always going to be together.

Tristan’s love brought me back to life, brought my children back to life. He will never ever know the depths of my love and appreciation for him.

He had the world at his feet and yet, he fell in love with me. Never once did he falter, never once did he miss a step. Rock sturdy, the love of our lives.

I put my hand over my stomach and smile wistfully out the window. Our baby.

A celebration of the two of us.

“Are you okay, love?” Dad asks.

Am I okay?

“I’m than okay, Dad.” I smile broadly. “I’m great.” The car slowly pulls to a stop out the front of the church and I glance down at myself. “Do I look okay?”

“You look so beautiful. He’s a very lucky man.”

I’m wearing a cream lace fitted wedding gown, complete with full veil. I would have been happy to get married in a registry office but Tristan wanted the whole shebang.

So here I am, pregnant and dressed in a traditional wedding dress.

A cab pulls up across the road and the four doors all swing open at the same time. “What’s….”

Fletcher jumps out and then Harrison.

“What in the world?” I frown.

Tristan appears and drags Patrick out by the hand; he nearly pulls his arm out the socket.

Like maniacs they run across the road dressed in their suits and disappear into the church.

Dad and I look at each other and then back at them. “What in the world?”