You were ready to spend your wedding night with Cove in your hotel room. It had been a phenomenal wedding, a gathering with your family and friends. Even Shiloh and Jeremy had attended. Baxter had let you know that you still had the venue for a couple more hours, leaving you and Cove to your own devices.

One last dance with Cove was what you wanted. The moment had led to a conversation about children. Both of you were uncertain how you wanted children. But adoption was always an option. You peppered his face with kisses, watching his cheeks gradually grow redder.

"Sorry. We've gotta wait for that. But, I promise, later- soon," he whispered, a dopey smile on his face. He gently pushed you back by your shoulders.