Spring [Completed]

Epilogue

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HIM

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"I waited for you my entire life and you were worth every minute."

—Mark Anthony
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"Your tie looks fine," Rajit drones, taking a seat on the couch in the grooms changing room.

Ignoring him, I lean against the dresser and peer into the mirror, fiddling with my tie some more. I furrow my brows at my reflection. "I don't know," I mumble nervously as I brush back my hair with my fingers. Leaning in closer, I inspect the tiny grey-black hairs growing in on the freshly cut sides of my hair. My hair grows too goddamn fast.

I turn, inspecting the side of my face, fingers grazing my jaw. "You think I should shave again? Maybe I missed a hair..."

A strong hand claps my shoulder and I turn, glancing up at my brother-in-law. His light brown eyes are calm and reassuring. "Ethan, buddy, you look great. It's just the nerves talking."

"Okay," I nod, straightening out my vest and taking a deep breath. "Yeah, Adam y-you're right."

"Showtime in five minutes!" The wedding coordinator says, popping her head in the doorway. She disappears as quick as she came, no doubt delivering the same news to Imani and the girls.

Just the thought of Imani scrambles my brain, the pressure of today eating me alive. I could barely sleep last night, and the agony of not seeing her all day has driven me a bit crazy.

Pink tinges my cheeks as the room suddenly grows hot as a furnace. "I don't remember being this nervous the first time around," I mumble, ringing out my hands as I grab my suit jacket and slip it on.

My suit fits snug, the lightweight fabric stretching across my broad shoulders and cinching at my waist. Imani made me get it custom made, claiming the Italian cut would highlight all my assets. I think she was mainly talking about my ass, and I can admit that she was right. I do look kind of good in these slacks.

The suit's dark blue fabric accentuates the color of my eyes, making them appear vibrant and intense. I smile to myself, recalling the first time Demi and I met. Ravishing is how I believe she described them.

"That's because you married the wrong woman the first time," Rajit mumbles, cringing away from Adam's cold stare as he kicks his feet onto the coffee table.

"Hey," Jonah says, looking up from his phone. "Mom was nice-"

"Yeah, but Imani makes him happier and she didn't cheat on him," Jacob comments, giving me a reassuring smile.

I shake my head, ignoring the boys as I take a seat and retie my shoes. Don't want to trip down the aisle.

Jonah rolls his eyes and stands. "What do you know? You don't even have a girlfriend-"

"You're right," Jacob says, standing from his seat, towering over his brother. "I have something better."

"Oh yeah?" Jonah puffs out his chest. "What's that?"

"Standards," Jacob says with a smug smile. He swiftly doges Jonah's attempt at hitting him, grinning as Adam steps between the pair.

"Both of you stop it. You're 19 years old. For Christ's sake, act like it." Adam's look of disapproval quiets the boys and I turn my attention back Rajit.