Our Little Wedding (The Spencer Brooks Diaries #3)

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“Anyone want coffee?” I questioned.

I stood in front of the sink, washing the last of the dinner dishes.

“Love some,” my father called out.

“Yes, please,” Spencer answered.

After I wiped down the counters, I flipped the switch on the coffeemaker and emptied the dishwater from the sink. We’d spent New Year’s Day with my father. Jane, his new girlfriend, was working at the hospital, and I felt bad that he’d be alone. It was easier now that Dad had given Spencer and me his blessing to date. Things had seemed to improve between the three of us since the holiday party Spencer had held for his clients.

I worked diligently to put the dishes away, while my father and Spencer retired into the living room. They’d thrown on a replay of the most recent hockey game and now sat shouting at the TV. I giggled, listening to them banter back and forth as I pulled three plates out of the cupboard and cut three pieces of cake for dessert, and then I waited for the coffee to finish perking while silently humming a song to myself.

I heard laughter coming from the other room, and I smiled. It was nice to see them getting along again. It was also nice not to have to sneak around anymore. Once that happened, not only did my relationship improve with my father, but so did theirs. They were back to speaking again and going out for wings and beer on game nights.

However, while that was good for now, my dad still didn’t have any idea about the baby or our engagement. We’d decided not to tell him everything at once. Spencer had told me he wanted to ask my father’s permission to marry me, but we agreed not to tell him about the baby until later. Besides, it was too early to say anything. My family doctor figured I was only maybe four weeks along and we didn’t want him to think we were having some shotgun wedding because I was pregnant.

I’d just pulled mugs down from the cupboard when I felt Spencer wrap his arms around me from behind and pull me against him. “Need any help?” he questioned, kissing the side of my neck.

“I think I got it,” I said, placing my hand on his muscular forearm. “You haven’t said anything to him yet have you?” I questioned while closing my eyes as he kissed my neck again.

“I promised you I’d wait until you are in the living room with me.” Spencer placed a kiss on my shoulder and chuckled. “Don’t you trust me?”

I smiled and said, “I trust you,” while spinning in his arms and kissing him.

He wrapped his arms around me, kissing me a little harder, his tongue parting my lips and meeting mine, while his hands cupped my ass. The second our lips parted, I leaned my head against his chest, breathing hard. I could already feel his hard cock pressing into me.

“You better calm that down.” I giggled.

“I could take you right here, right now.” He whispered and let out a chuckle while adjusting himself. “Anything I can help you with?”

“Could you take the cake in?”

“I can,” he said, grabbing my ass and kissing me one more time before picking up the three plates.

I poured two cups of coffee and filled my mug with hot water from the kettle, plopping in a tea bag. Then I put the three mugs on the small tray and carried them into the living room.

“This looks fantastic,” my father said, taking a bite of the double fudge chocolate cake I’d made. “I’ve been missing your baking around here.”

I smiled. “Dad, anytime you want anything, just ask me. I’m more than happy to make you something.”

I’d basically moved out and in with Spencer the second Dad had said we could date. I kept some of my things at the house here, and occasionally to please my father, I came back home for a night. Those nights were few because it was easier to be with Spencer since the morning sickness had struck me hard.

“I’m so glad you are feeling better. That flu you had really hit you bad,” Dad said.

I looked at Spencer out of the corner of my eye. His eyes met mine for a split second. “Yeah, it was a bad one,” Spencer bit out.

“Looks like you lost a lot of weight, too,” Dad replied, giving me a once over.

“You think I’ve lost weight?” I questioned, looking down at myself. “I don’t think I have.” I shrugged, trying to play it off.

“No, neither do I,” Spencer said.

“Well, I do, but don’t worry, you’ll put it back on in no time,” Dad said. “You always lost weight when you got the flu.”

I glanced again at Spencer, who sat there watching me. Then he sat forward. “So, Jon, how are things with Jane?”

“Good, very good. We are looking at planning a trip in the coming weeks.”

“Great. That is exciting. Things must be going well then between you two.”

“Yes, so well, in fact, that I put my Finding Forever profile on pause. I hope that is okay.”

Spencer nodded. “Of course. That is why we have that feature.”

“I’m glad you guys are getting along so well. She seems nice. Maybe someone that I could bond with,” I said, hoping that maybe one day she might be like a mother to me.

“She really likes you, . It would be nice if you guys got to know one another a little better,” Dad said.

The room grew quiet. My body seemed to be filled with tension as I took a small bite of my cake. My stomach turned. I just wished Spencer would get on with this and ask him already.

“What about you two?” my father asked. “Things all right?”

I could tell my father cared but really didn’t want to know any details. It had been hard on him to start when he’d found us in bed together. It had been hard on all of us, and that had almost ripped Spencer and me apart from one another for good.

“Things are going better than expected,” Spencer said. “That’s why we wanted to talk to you about something.” Spencer set his plate down and placed his hand on my knee, giving me a gentle squeeze.

“Oh,” my father said, taking the last bite of his cake and washing it down with coffee. Then he looked up at us, then down to where Spencer’s hand now rested on my inner thigh. My nerves were so bad that I had to set my plate down to stop shaking. “Well, what is it?”

I blew out a breath as Spencer took over the conversation. “As you know, I’m really in love with your daughter, and she is with me.”

My father looked at the pair of us, not saying a word. I feared this was going to be another blowup, and I bit my bottom lip and wrapped my arm through Spencer’s, while my father sat there watching my every move.

“I’ve given things considerable thought and, well, I’d like to ask you for permission to marry her.”

I’d lowered my eyes as Spencer had spoken. I’d was afraid to look and see my father’s reaction because I feared it was going to be the same as the night he’d caught us. I wouldn’t be able to take that, and I prayed that wasn’t what was coming. The only sound in the room was from the game on TV. I hated the silence and I wanted someone to say something. I shyly glanced up to see my father staring at us both.

“Married?” My father cleared his throat.

“Yes, sir,” Spencer answered, his voice calm and even, never once faltering.

“, what do you think about this?”

Spencer and I hadn’t gone over what would happen if he asked me anything. All Spencer had said was not to worry, that he’d handle it because he knew how nervous I was.

When I didn’t answer him, my father cleared his throat again. “, I asked you a question.”

“Daddy, we want your permission. I’ve said it before. I’m in love with Spencer. I’m happy. I want to spend the rest of my life with him.”

My father grew quiet, sitting there looking at us. Then, without another word, he got up and wandered down the hall to his bedroom. I looked over at Spencer, who sat there looking at me with the same perplexed look on his face.

He’d been gone for a few minutes, and I was about to say something to Spencer when my father returned to the living room and looked at us both. “I knew this day would come, eventually. Given the brief history with the pair of you, I already know you won’t take no for an answer, so I’ll give you my blessing.”

I couldn’t believe what my father had said, but I wrapped my arms around Spencer and hugged him tight.

“Spencer, just make sure you take care of my baby girl.”

Spencer let me go and looked up at my father. “Jon, you know I will.” He stood up and shook my father’s hand.

Relief flooded me as I stood up and hugged my father tightly. “Thank you, Dad.” I whispered in his ear. Then the three of us sat back down, but not before I pulled the ring Spencer had surprised me with from my purse so I could show the only person in my life who had always been there for me, until now.