The ceremony was taking place in Meredith’s enormous backyard. She and Josef bought a house out on Long Island close to the others a few weeks ago.
It was gorgeous, and the weather was perfect for an outdoor ceremony.
Four days had passed since he’d whisked me and Sammy away to his condo, and I’d barely seen him except to sign papers, or when he joined us for meals, and to tuck Sammy in at night.
Eating together should have felt strange at first, but he made it seem so normal.
When I made a simple spaghetti dinner the first night at his place, I wasn’t expecting Andres to join us.
But he had.
He sat right down and dug in, complimenting my homemade sauce, and asking for seconds. Sammy was delighted with his company. Not shy at all.
I’d been too stunned to protest when he stacked the dishes in the dishwasher and insisted on putting away the leftovers himself.
My soon-to-be husband was one surprise after another.