Jax (Titan #9)(106)

Seven fluffed out her princess skirt, catching sight of a linen napkin that either Ryder or Victoria had accidentally knocked onto the floor, out of her reach. It was barricaded by chairs and next to Colin and Adelia, who were still very much in their moment.

Seven's pulse tripped, and she wanted to look away but couldn't.

"Seven?" Jax made a face. "What's the holdup?"

He hadn't a clue about that stupid napkin mocking her, and as her blood pressure climbed, Seven watched Jax lift his hand and wait. The muscle-filled tuxedo didn't hurt, but it was the stoic man, silently promising he would always be there when she needed that helped her take that next breath. "Coming."

Seven swished toward the dance floor, holding up the layers of white tulle, silk, and lace.

Jax took a step forward. "Mrs. Michaelson?"

Her fingers took his, and over his shoulder, she saw Nolan and Bianca Michaelson, who he'd adopted, dancing and spinning. They were a family in every sense, but just like the day she'd signed the paperwork to change all their last names, he reminded her what she'd told him. A name was only a name.

He was simply Jax.

Then he reminded her the four of them that made them a family. Not blood, paperwork, or fluffy dresses.

Seven glided into his arms, glowing with happiness. The big dresses didn't hurt. Bianca was proof of that as she jumped and fluffed hers not too far away.

"What's that look for?" Jax asked.

"In case you didn't know"—Seven pushed onto her tiptoes for another wedding-day kiss—"I will never stop falling in love with you."

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