It was from this.
Last night.
Us.
She said something to the group she was speaking to, and then she made her way inside, not stopping until her arms were around my waist.
With my only free hand, I gripped the back of her head, holding her against my chest, whispering, “Hello, gorgeous,” into her hair.
A quick peek around showed me we had an audience. Family members in this room and the adjoining one were glancing in our direction, and so were the brothers and their girls along with Oaklyn and Camden.
Everyone was taking us in.
Oaklyn even sang, “Awww,” at some point.
Hannah gazed up at me. “I’m so happy you’re here and …” Her cheeks flushed as she realized we had a spotlight. “Everyone and their mother is staring at us right now, aren’t they?”
I tried to ignore all the attention a
