The sun filtered softly through the trees as you stood at the end of the aisle, your arm looped through Henry’s. Carlton was waiting for you at the altar, his shoulders squared, but his lips twitched ever so slightly with a nervous smile. For a man who faced danger every day without flinching, this moment had clearly caught him off guard.

As Henry handed you over, he gave Carlton a pointed look. “Take care of her.” “I will,” Carlton replied firmly, his voice steady and sure. The ceremony was a blur of emotions. You barely noticed the rows of guests or the way Juliet officiated with a warm, confident smile. All you saw was Carlton—his deep blue eyes meeting yours, the slight tremor in his hands as he slipped the ring onto your finger, and the unspoken promises you’d already shared.

When it was your turn to speak, the words flowed easily. “You’re the partner I never expected but always needed. I promise to stand by you, through every storm, every case, and every quiet moment in between.”Carlton’s vow was simple but perfect. “You’re my home. I’ll protect you, love you, and be your partner—for life.”

Juliet’s voice rang out: “You may now kiss the bride.”Carlton pulled you close, his kiss gentle but certain, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Shawn, predictably, whistled loudly, and Gus muttered something under his breath about “keeping it classy.”

As you walked back up the aisle together, Carlton leaned in and whispered, “You’re stuck with me now.”