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2022-03-23 09:28:24COLT POV
"Are you ready son," Dad asks, and I smile before straightening my tie.
"Never been more ready for anything in my life," I say with utter confidence in my voice.
My brothers all smirk, and dad gives me a brief hug before we leave the room we all got ready in. Dylan was totally right when he told me I wouldn't be nervous or scared. He told me I would know she is the one if I feel excited and proud. And those are my only emotions right now.
I am more excited than I have been in my entire life. I can not wait to see my bride walk down the aisle or my little boy with his little ring-bearing pillow.
I watch Hailey and Shelby walk down the aisle with a smile on my face. My sisters look beautiful and happy for us. It isn't customary to have married women as your maids, but Janelle didn't have any other close friends. And she really bonded with them last year after her mom pas
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