Rebecca stood in front of a floor-length mirror nervously biting the inside of her cheek. The white dress she was wearing was simple, but elegant. It could have easily passed for a semi-formal evening gown. She’d seen a similar one in red worn by one of the player’s wives at the team Christmas dinner Gage had taken her to in December. The dress she wore tonight, however, wasn’t an evening gown meant for a night out on the town. It was her wedding dress.
She pressed her palms against her still flat stomach, thinking of the baby growing inside. Gage wanted to get married as soon as possible before the baby was born. Maybe it was vain of her, but she hadn’t wanted to walk down the aisle once she started showing. That, along with Gage’s game and practice schedule, and Chris and Elizabeth’s u
