Rafe stood back a little more awkwardly, looking around at the medical equipment in the room. “I called Gabe to let him know we’re here. He said he’d be back within the next twenty minutes.”
Allison let the ladies talk quietly, Dana standing next to her mom and holding her hand. They seemed to be doing just fine, so instead she concentrated on Rafe who looked as if he’d preferred to be anywhere other than where he was.
She caught him by the arm. “Thanks for bringing your mom out.”
Rafe’s bright smile surprised her. “You kidding? Gabe’s getting hitched. I wouldn’t miss this for anything. It’s a bit sooner than he mentioned, but you probably want to tie him down good before the snow flies.”
The kid was trying. “True. I didn’t want him to get away.”
Then she got Rafe to do some rearranging of the room to keep him busy. She had no idea what exactly was going to happen in terms of the ceremony, but even if they changed their minds about sitting or standing, hauling chairs around kept the boy occupied and out of trouble for the moment.
Elle had slipped out of the room shortly after handing over the ring box. Now she returned, Paul entering with her.
Her sister held out a bright blue knit jacket. “Here. Your wedding attire.”
Allison shook her head but pulled it on. “You’re a goof.”
“Hey, you always said you were going to do that ‘something old, something new’ thing when you got married. Here’s your blue, and I suppose your borrowed, since it belongs to one of the nurses in paediatrics. I have to return it after we’re done.”
Maisey and Dana were paying attention now as well, and the older ladies’ laughter brightened the place until it seemed a thousand rainbows had settled in the room.
Allison soaked in the memory.
Paul caught her in a hug. Then he went and helped Rafe, which Allison figured meant he’d had enough of the emotional stuff and all. She let him go and instead looked around with a growing sense of peace.
Yes, her mom was weak. Frail. Leaving them. But the joy in the room was undeniable because Maisey made it like that. Made the love of the family more than enough to help them through this day, no matter what came next.
When the door opened again and Gabe walked in, Allison’s heart could barely stand how full it felt. He walked straight over to her and kissed her. Held her close and cradled her against him.
She wasn’t sure which one of the guys wolf-whistled, and she didn’t care. She gave as good as she got.
“I thought you had to say the vows before you got to the kissing,” Maisey teased.
“I ordered the special ceremony.” Gabe released Allison, but only enough to slide his arm around her waist and tug her to his side. He offered a smile to Maisey. “We get the good stuff beginning, middle and end.”
The man in the suit who had accompanied Gabe came forward. “Levon Tate. I’ll be your commissioner for the vows.”
Allison shook his hand, then introduced the family. The guilt at pulling another deception over on Gabe’s mom and brother passed faster than she’d expected. If anyone would understand, Dana would. The woman stood beside Maisey, offering silent support as Allison’s mom shifted into a more comfortable position.
No one said a word about Ben not being there.
Small talk, organizing. Before she knew it she was standing at the foot of the bed, the rest of the family gathered around.
Gabe stood before her. Big, tenderhearted, generous Gabe, who had given and given so much in the months behind them.
Like he always gave.
He took off his hat and laid it on the bed. Allison snatched it up and put it back where it belonged.
Gabe’s slow grin broke out. “You want to make sure you’re marrying your cowboy, is that it?”
Elle giggled, and the rest of them responded with subdued laughter.
“You know it.” She squeezed his fingers and took a deep breath.
They repeated the form vows. Simple. Plain. The generic words were surprisingly intimate. He swore he’d care for her. In the good and bad, in the happy and sad times. Richer or poorer. From then on forward.
She stared up at him, his familiar flannel shirt stretched over his broad shoulders. The cowboy hat she’d pressed back in place tilted so she could see every nuance of emotion that showed. And he let her see it all. The caring, the longing. The passion he felt.
Her throat was tight as she repeated the words.
The commissioner held out his hands. “Well, other than a little signing we’re just about done. Who will be the witnesses?”
Gabe nodded at her.
She turned. “Mom, will you, please?”
Maisey hadn’t let go of the flowers Allison had placed in her hands at the start of the event. Now she handed them carefully to Dana. Brushed down the front of her gown slowly. “I would be proud.”
The book was passed over. Allison blinked hard. So much dignity and love shone in Maisey’s every gesture. Paul snapped off another shot, moving around the room to capture everything for them.
Gabe cleared his throat. “So, little bro. You grown up enough to help us make it official?”
Rafe jerked upright from where he’d been leaning on the wall. “Me? I thought Ma was going to—”
“I asked you. Or did you forget how to sign your name already now that you’re out of school?” Gabe squeezed Allison’s hand, and she stifled her laughter.
“Fu—” Rafe’s mouth snapped shut as he glanced at Dana. She just shook her head as he sheepishly stepped forward. “Guess I can.”
Allison added her name next, watched Gabe carefully pen his after hers. Strong letters, firm control. Everything done with a purpose, deliberately. Like everything else she’d learned about him, even the little thing with his brother—there had to be a reason.
The commissioner tucked the book under his arm and grinned after he finished the last of the form phrases, the ones saying she and Gabe were husband and wife. “May you enjoy a long lifetime together.”
Gabe lifted her chin with his finger, his touch delicate and tender. He stared into her eyes. “Two lifetimes won’t be enough.”
It might be too soon, the timing was all wrong, but if she was honest, that’s the moment she fell headlong in love with her Angel Boy.
Chapter Twenty-One
August passed with a tortuous slowness. The good part was her mom had taken a slight turn for the better. Maisey wasn’t well enough to come home—everyone knew that was never again a possibility. The main hospital transferred her back to the small extended-care health unit in Rocky, which meant life returned to a simpler routine. Instead of dropping in at the house to visit, Allison stopped at the center. Her and Gabe sometimes, or her and Elle. Taking in every last moment between continuing on with the restaurant and the rest of their work.
Distracting themselves. Moving forward.
The one thing she’d never, ever expected was for a husband to be a part of the waiting. Having Gabe as a part of her world, as something greater than a friend still seemed impossible. Unreal.
Allison looked across the room at him. His hair had gotten longer in the past while, he’d been so busy running between the work of the day and the time with her.
Time spent fooling around, or resting, or curled up together as she chatted with Maisey. Passionate moments, relaxing ones. Sad and yet needed ones.
Tonight when she’d gotten home from visiting Mom, she’d found him with paperwork strewn over the table. Puss in Boots was curled up in his lap, and Gabe absently petted him as he pored over the papers.
He refused her help.
“You’ve worked all day. Put your feet up. I’ll get this done.” Gabe kissed her briefly then turned back to his mess.