Jo

"Lena King," I said, grinning down at her, "that has a ring to it."

She giggled and pressed a kiss to my lips. "I'd say so."

I held her close, my jaw against her temple. There was a crowd, but not a big one. We didn't want a ton of people here.

"Can I be the first to hug the groom?"

I turned around, seeing Jay standing behind me.

"Jay!" I yelled, chuckling as I pulled him in for a hug.

"The man settled down," he said, shaking his head, "I can fully say, I didn't expect it from you."

"Where's Ty?" I asked.

"He's with your little sister. She's teaching him how to dance."

He nodded in the direction of Ari and Ty, making me chuckle. "Thank you for coming, man. It means the world."

"I wouldn't have missed it for anything," he said, grabbing the back of my neck.

Lena smiled up at me, rubbing my arm. "I'll leave-"

"No," Jay said, "no, I'm about to run. Delia's waiting on a dance."

I smiled. "You better treat her right."

"Got it, boss," he said, winking as he ran off.

I wrapped my arms around her neck, smiling. I pressed a kiss to her temple as we continued to dance to the music playing.

"So I think now would be a good time to discuss our honeymoon."

"I think when we get there would be a good time to discuss it."

She looked up at me, tilting her head over. "I'm your wife now."

"Can't use that excuse," I said, shaking my head. I looked away from her, because if I didn't, I would've caved and told her.

"At least a hint," she whined, her hands resting on my sides.

"Okay, I'll give you a hint," I said, leaning down to her ear, "I'm going to fuck you on every surface there is."

She pulled away from me, her playful smile replaced with a rather serious expression.

"Let's go somewhere," she whispered, her hands on my hips.

I shook my head, grinning as I rubbed her cheek. "And no sex until then."

She let out a half-sigh, half-whimper as she pulled me closer. "Baby."

I pressed a kiss to her forehead and walked over to Fred and Dad, smiling.

"She's pouting," Fred said, "did you already piss her off?"

"Something like that," I said, rolling my sleeves up.

I kept my eyes locked on hers from across the crowd. She was talking to a few of her friends, but her eyes were glued to mine.

I grinned and grabbed a glass of champagne, taking a sip. I felt hands on my shoulders, so I turned around.

"So when am I getting some nieces and nephews?" Ty asked, throwing his arms around Fred and I.

Fred's jaw clenched, he looked away from us. I smiled over at him. "None on my agenda."

"And you?" Ty asked.

Fred looked back at him. "Maybe soon."

Ty let out a sigh. "Little girl, I told you-"

"Ty, my name is Ari," Arabella said, "you said you were still dancing with me."

"You're intense, Ari. You're like a pre-teen professional salsa dancer."

Ari giggles and grabbed Ty. "Come on! I'll teach you."

"This girl," Ty groaned, making me chuckle as Arabella dragged him out into the small dancing space.

"How are you?" I asked, my hands in my pockets as I looked over at Fred.

"Happy for you," he said, smiling.

"I mean it, Fred."

He nodded, his eyes locked on Alexis. "It's getting better. Really."

"Good," I said, "I'm glad."

"She's almost to the point to where she can talk about it," he said, smiling, "and that's enough for me."

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. "I'm really happy to hear that."

He pushed me off, chuckling. "Go dance with your wife."

~*~

Alexis

"Oh, goodness," I laughed, leaning back in my chair, "yeah, moving was definitely not a walk in the park. I don't want to do it again."

Alessandra giggled, taking a sip of her wine. "I can say, I'm impressed that Fred didn't come out with broken bones this time. He almost broke his leg moving into his penthouse."

I smiled, my eyes meeting Fred's.

"Give me some credit," he grinned, shaking his head.

"How's the baby?" Alessandra asked, smiling.

My smile quickly faded, as did everyone else's.

I inhaled, getting ready to speak but nothing came out. I cleared my throat and grabbed the napkin from my lap, standing up. "Excuse me."

"I've got it," I heard Jo say, and I could hear him follow after me.

"He didn't tell her?" I asked, spinning around to face him.

"I didn't know he didn't," he said, "are you okay?"

"Jo, I was finally there," I said, "finally."

"I know you were," he softly said, biting down on his lip.

I sighed, leaning my head back. "This is your reception. I'm sorry for ruining it."

"You didn't ruin anything," he said, wrapping an arm around my neck.

Josiah had been my best friend since I was sixteen. His hugs were naturally a safe space. His hugs and Fred's hugs had completely different meanings.

"I'll explain it to her if I have to," he softly said, rubbing my shoulder.

I pulled away from him, sniffling. I smiled up at him. "I'm really proud of you, Jo."

He nodded, placing his hands in his pockets. "Yeah."

I wiped my cheek, seeing Fred nearing the two of us.

"Tell me to walk away and I will," he cautiously said.

I shook my head, looking down. "No."

Jo nodded and walked back to the table, leaving Fred and I by ourselves.

"I didn't know how to," he said, "and I'm sorry."

I shook my head, wiping a tear from my cheek. "It's okay."

He wrapped his arms around my neck, pressing his lips to my forehead. This was the embrace I wanted to be in for the rest of time.

I wrapped my arms around his middle, sighing.

"And Mom kind of keeps her foot in her mouth, anyways."

I giggled, shaking my head.

"I'm serious," he chuckled, "she could get paid to be that way."

I pulled away from him. "I just wish you would've told her. She deserved to know."

"I know she did," he said, nodding, "but I knew if I would've told her, I would've broken down. Again."

I rubbed his cheek, sighing. "I'm not angry at you, you know?"

He nodded. "I know."

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Okay. Let's go enjoy the reception."

"Don't talk to Mom if you want to successfully do that."

I giggled and grabbed his hand, walking back to the table.

"I'm sorry about that," I quietly muttered, sitting down in my chair.

"I didn't know," she said, "I'm sorry."

I shook my head, clearing my throat. "So, honeymoon plans?"

Lena rested her chin in her palm. "If only I knew."

"Abuelo, come on," Jo chuckled, "tell her it's family tradition."

"Oh, for sure," Valentino said, dabbing the corners of his mouth, "we do not, by any means, tell the wives of the honeymoons before we get to the destination."

Lena sighed. "I'm on my toes."

"Speaking of, it's actually about time to leave," Jo said, looking down at his watch, "jet's going to be here soon."

"I still don't support the whole jet thing," Luciana sighed, resting her chin in the palm, "mi bebes polluting the air!"

"Abuela," Jo said, tilting his head over.

She held her hands up. "I'm overrun at this point."

"You got in that jet every chance you got, though," Val muttered, tipping back his beer.

Luciana smiled, rolling her eyes. "I had no choice."

Jo's eyes lit up. "It's time to go."

He grabbed Lena's hand and pulled her out of her chair, making Santiago stand up. "Hey! You're not going off to some foreign country without hugging your father!"

"Yeah, just because you're married doesn't mean you get to run off without hugs," Fred yelled, earning a grin from me.

Jo sighed, turning around. "Seriously?"

Fred stood up. "Seriously."

~*~

Jo

"Jo," Lena whispered, looking over at me.

I looked over at her, lifting an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

She looked down at my hand, and back at me. "Why?"

I looked at my hand, which was in between her thighs. "Because it's warm."

I grinned, brushing her underwear with my fingertip.

"Jo," she whispered, through gritted teeth.

I moved my hand up, stroking the inside of her thigh. "Can you believe that I'm about to be fluent in Japanese?"

"Can you believe that I'm about to lose my mind?" She snapped.

I smiled down at my book, slowly moving my hand further up her thigh. She squirmed in her seat, making me hold her still with my firm grasp on her leg.

I closed my book and leaned my head back. "We should probably take a nap."

"No," she said, shaking her head, "absolutely not."

I yawned. "I mean, we'll be up most of the night fucking. Whenever we get there."

"Jo," she whimpered.

"I've never seen you throw such a fit," I said, "I'm impressed."

She climbed over into my lap, placing her hands on my shoulders. "You've never been able to resist me like this."

"What, on top?" I asked, looking up at her, "well, sweetheart, that's because I've never had to. You're never on top."

I stroked her cheek with my thumb, smiling. I picked her up and placed her back in her seat, earning a shocked look from her.

"Josiah King."

"Lena King," I responded, matching her tone.

She broke. A huge smile crossed her face.

I leaned over, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Want a mimosa?"

I stood up, standing in front of her. She looked up at me, biting down on her bottom lip. She moved to the edge of her seat, gripping the band of my slacks.

"I had something else in mind."

I plunged my fingers in her hair, watching as she pressed kisses to my covered groin. I sighed, tilting my head over.

"What don't you get about no sex before we get there?" I asked, grabbing her chin.

She looked up at me. "Head isn't sex."

"It's considered oral sex," I said, rubbing her chin.

"Mm, no, I think sex involves you being inside of me. Or in my terms it does."

"Well, technically, I would be inside of you."

"Not really," she said, shaking her head.

I cupped her jaw. "As picturesque as you begging to give me head is, I just can't allow you that pleasure."

I shrugged, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "A mimosa, yeah?"

She let out an angry sigh, folding her arms over her chest. "I don't want anything from you."

I smiled. "A mimosa it is."

"Who even turns down head? Head on a jet?" She asked, watching as I walked over to the mini bar.

I shrugged. "Someone who isn't allowing his wife that satisfaction."

She stood up, walking over to me. She squeezed in between the mini bar and I, looking over at her shoulder. "I can make my own mimosa."

I gripped her hips, pressing my lips against her ear. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she said, angrily grabbing everything she needed.

"And you know how to do this, how?"

I knelt down behind her, grinning up at her. She was rambling, but truthfully, I was tuning her out. I trailed my hands up her bare legs, pressing a kiss to her backside.

Her words seemed to suddenly hitch in her throat. She looked down at me, her lips parted.

I lifted her dress, trailing my hands up the remainder of her thighs and to her hips.

"Great underwear choice," I muttered, gripping the sides of them.

She braced her palms on the counter in front of her, never taking her eyes away from me.

I pulled them down the length of her legs, making her step out of them. I bunched them up in my hand, tracing her backside with my fingertip.

"Please, Jo," she whispered.

I stood up, shoving her underwear in my pocket. "Have fun making your mimosa."

And with that, I grinned and walked back to my seat.

~*~

hi guys!!

umm... are we living for these daily updates or what??

im just super inspired currently which i am NOT letting just pass! im taking full advantage of this lol

okay so WHO THINKS JO IS GONNA BE THE HOTTEST HUBBY EVER

me

also, since ive made Michele Morrone the twins' faceclaim, it literally makes this book THAT much better 😍 he's all i see now and i am LOVING IT

are you guys ready for the honeymoon? honestly, i dont know if i could ever prepare u guys for what i have planned. so just get ready.

i love you guys so much! thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed 💕

all my love,
jay