Molly McAdams - Capturing Peace

Keegan made fun of him for that constantly, but it was one of the most beautiful moments I’d ever witnessed between the two of them.

We already had the paperwork ready, and after the wedding, Parker and I were changing our last name to Steele, and Coen was officially adopting him. Something Parker told anyone who gave him two minutes of their time.

When we got to the front, my dad kissed my cheek and handed me off to Coen.

A slow smile pulled at my lips as I stepped up to him, and I studied his dark eyes as they gave away all I needed to know. He was ready for our forever.

“We’re—­” the pastor began.

“Dad!” Parker whispered.

Coen grinned and looked behind him. “Yeah, bud?”

Everyone sitting in the church began laughing as Parker stepped closer and stood on his toes. “Tell Mom she looks pretty.”

“Got it.” Looking back at me, Coen’s dark eyes brightened as his gaze bounced over my face. “You look beautiful,” he said breathlessly.

I squeezed his hand. “Not so bad yourself, Steele.”

“You can get married now,” Parker declared, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

Reaching behind him, Coen put his hand on Parker’s back and moved him so he was standing between us. Grabbing his right hand, Coen watched until I grabbed Parker’s left hand before looking back over at the pastor.

“Now we’re ready.”

The End