The Pucking Wrong Date Bonus Scene

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Walker

Ari: What the h e double hockey sticks is this?

Me: Ahh.

Ari: Ahh...that's what you have to say to this.

King Linc: Alright gentleman, what's going on.

Ari: I'll tell you what's going on. A foul. A cheap shot. I've been stabbed in the heart.

Camden: Drama lama.

Ari: This is a circle discussion. Why are you here?

Camden: Because you added me...

Ari: Fuck, I forgot.

Me: Still waiting for you to tell the class what's wrong, Lancaster.

Ari: Look at this guy. He's getting married so he's last naming me. Cute.

King Linc: ARI!

Ari: Geesh. Alright. Alright. Stop yelling, golden boy.

Camden: Did you just say geesh?

Ari: No, I texted it. There is a difference.

Camden: This is weird.

King Linc: At least we're not talking about dicks. I do appreciate the change of scenery.

Ari: FOCUS!

King Linc: You may proceed.

Me: That was very gracious of you.

Camden: It was very gracious.

Ari: I'm disgusted at the simping going on right now. Neither of you forget that golden boy is
MY best friend...

Camden: Doesn't that mean you're the biggest simp of them all?

Ari Lancaster removed Camden James from the chat.

Walker Davis added Camden James to the chat.

Camden: It's good to be back.

Ari: As I was saying before I was distracted by complete nonsense...why did you Walker Disney
Davis...give me a list of approved behavior for the wedding?

King Linc: ...

Ari: OMG. None of the rest of you got it! Out of the circle!

Me: Technically as a member of the circle, I cannot be removed without a vote. Linc, what's your
vote?

King Linc: My vote is Nay.

Camden: I vote Nay as well.

Ari: You don't get a vote!

Me Yeah, hero. You're in the club, not the circle. Seriously, read the room...

King Linc: So not circle of trust behavior.

Ari: Back to me...I want an explanation, Disney.

Me: Did you even read it?

Ari: Look at this guy...asking if I read it.

King Linc: He didn't read it.

Ari: Why did you make a list of approved behavior that only includes one thing. Do Not Touch
Olivia.

Me: That should be obvious.

Ari: How am I going to congratulate my bestie?

Me: From afar. I hear airhugs are all the rage nowadays.

Camden: It's true. That's a thing.

Ari: ...

King Linc: ...

Camden: What does ... even mean?

Ari: I'm shunning you, Camden. Disney...just because it's your wedding day, I will abide by
these rules. But I want Mr. Gird Your Loins to also have a list.

Camden: Mr. Gird Your Loins?

Me: Camden, check your email.

I laughed as I tossed the phone down and shook my head, staring at myself in the mirror as I
tried to fix the bowtie that Olivia wanted me to wear for the wedding. Was there some kind of
bow tie school people got sent to? Why was this so hard?

There was a knock on the door and before I could answer, the door opened, and Cole and Parker
walked in.

"Walkie-poo, you look gorgeous," Parker said in a falsetto voice. I scoffed and continued to try
and tug at the thing around my neck.

Cole shook his head and walked over to me. "Let me help you with that." He clucked his tongue
and started to tug at my bowtie.

I eyed the owl feather in his cowboy hat. "Any chance we could get that off your hat for the
wedding? You look ridiculous."

Cole smirked at me. "Olivia already told me she liked it."

Parker started cracking up as I glared at Cole. "Har, har...very funny."

They both kept laughing.

An edge of panic creeped in. "You are kidding, right?" I asked, a little ashamed of the hysteria in
my tone.

Cole finished tying the bow tie and took a step back. "Wouldn't you like to know..."
I scoffed. "You are out of the circle of trust."

Cole stared at me confused.

"What's the circle of trust?" Parker asked.

I made sure I had a look of superiority on my face. "Wouldn't you like to know..." I parroted
back.

The door opened and there was Lincoln, looking like the golden god he was in his suit. "Ready
to go? You need to get up there. The bride's going to beat you."

I started for the door like there was a fire under my ass, and all three of them laughed at me like
I'd done something funny.

Assholes. All of them.

Well, except for Lincoln Daniels.

I didn't really care though. I had a very important date with an angel.

***

Olivia

"Do I look okay?" I asked nervously, staring in the mirror. My bump wasn't showing that much.
It kind of looked like I'd eaten an enormous burrito...or two---Mrs. Bentley's of course.

But I'm not sure that any bride thinks about walking down the aisle three and a half months
along.

Since I hadn't figured out that I was pregnant until I was already months along...this was going to
have to do.

I wasn't actually upset about it at all though. Having Walker Davis as my husband...and having
our daughter inside me...it all just felt so right.

"Earth to Livvy," Blake snorted, and I came back to the present where Monroe and Blake were
both staring at me with twin smirks.

"Ooops. Got a little lost there," I murmured.

"We were saying that you're beautiful. Most beautiful bride we've ever seen," Monroe said
earnestly, and my eyes filled with tears. Because they were two of the prettiest people I'd ever
seen. And the crazy thing was...they were even prettier on the inside.
Sometimes I looked at my life and I wondered how I'd gotten so lucky in such a short amount of
time...after so many years of being...unlucky.

"Thanks guys," I told them. "It all feels...surreal. Like I'm going to wake up and it will all be a
dream."

Blake reached over and pinched me, and I jumped.

"What the heck?" Monroe snickered.

"Just proving that our girl wasn't sleeping," Blake said casually.

I giggled and they both took my hand and squeezed it. "Ready?" asked Monroe softly.

"Ready," I answered, nervous butterflies taking flight. Unlike in the past though...I welcomed the
feeling.

Because the butterflies didn't die anymore.

I checked my dress and my hair one more time, dabbing at my under eyes to make sure that my
little tear fit hadn't smudged what the makeup artist had done.

Staring in the mirror I could admit...I looked good.

I really loved my dress. The satin gown cascaded down my frame like a waterfall. Delicate lace
adorned the bodice, accentuating the curves pregnancy was giving me. The veil draped over my
shoulders, soft tulle that was elegant and romantic.

But the best part of my reflection was how the woman staring back at me in the mirror looked so
alive...that her eyes actually sparkled with happiness.

It was like Walker Davis had put a defilabrator to my chest and made me come alive...

Monroe started laughing and Blake and I both stared at her.

"I'm sorry," she gasped. "I was just thinking you look like a Disney princess and you're marrying
someone whose nickname is Disney."

For a second the word "princess" threatened to drudge up old memories, but I took a mental
shovel and buried those fuckers. Because there was no room for that today.

"That is pretty hilarious," Blake said with a snort.

And then we were all laughing.

It was just another moment of...perfect.

"Alright, Beauty let's get you down the aisle to marry your...beast," Blake drawled.

I rolled my eyes, but I had a huge smile on my face as we walked out of the room to head to the
chapel part of the building.

We stood outside the double doors, and I took a deep breath as they opened in front of us, and
"Little Bit More" began to play.

Blake and Monroe shot me smiles before walking down the aisle towards where Cole, Parker,
Lincoln, Ari, and Camden were all lined up at the front next to...

Walker.

His eyes were shimmering with emotion as he stared at me, and it was a little hard to
breathe...with him looking at him like that. He looked so gorgeous in his black tux, everything I
could ever want or ever need.

My heart was pounding as I took my first step down the aisle, echoing the rhythm of the violin
version of "Chasing Cars".

Walker must have thought I was going too slow, because he rushed toward me before I'd even
made it halfway, his strides purposeful and determined before he slowed to a stop in front of me.

"Hi," he murmured, and I swore in that moment...our souls embraced.

"Hi," I whispered back, tears gathering in my gaze because I was just so freaking...happy.

"You're gorgeous. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

I giggled softly. "So are you."

His answering smile almost bowled me over.

"Want to marry me?" he asked, his grin growing wider.

I leaned forward. "Do you have your handcuffs just in case?" I smirked.

His smile grew cocky, and he patted his pocket where I heard the distinctive sound of metal.

My eyes widened.

"I was just joking!" I said, trying to keep my voice down.

His look of confidence set my insides on fire. "I'm never going to take any chances with you."

You know sometimes I really wasn't sure if he was joking or not.

Regardless...I was going to keep him.

And he could definitely keep me. No handcuffs necessary.

He held out his hand, and I'd never been more confident in a decision as I was right then.

We walked down the aisle together towards where Lincoln was standing, ready to officiate us.

I couldn't be quite sure how much of Walker's current giddiness was because Lincoln had gone
to the effort of getting a certificate so he could officiate us...or because he was marrying me.

Ari caught my eyes and he mouthed, “what a simp."

I giggled and Walker growled softly at Ari. "Remember the rules," he hissed.

"I'm not touching her," Ari griped, winking at me, causing Walker to hold me even tighter.

I'm sure the people in the crowd...mostly teammates and friends from the Knights...were very
confused right now.

"Are we doing this?" snapped Lincoln, shooting a perturbed glance at Ari before he turned back
to Walker and me with a gentle smile.

A quick glance over at Monroe and I could see she was swooning over Lincoln.

Which was fair.

So was my soon to be husband.

"Olivia, we're going to jump right to it because your husband specifically told me that he wants
this ceremony to be short and sweet so he can marry you faster," said Lincoln with a grin.

I stared up at Walker, his eyes seeming suspiciously wet, and he smiled unrepentantly. "I've been
waiting for this since the moment I met you."

I heard at least a dozen women in the audience swoon.

Me too, ladies. Me too.

"Walker, would you like to start your vows?"

"Olivia," he began, his voice husky with emotion, "I saw you that day, and I knew I'd found the
one. I once told you that I'd been looking for something real. And the love that I feel for you...I'll
never experience anything realer. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You're my
guiding light, the other half of my soul...my everything. I will choose you every day of our lives.
You are the reason I exist. Looking at the before and after you...it's like I'm suddenly living in
technicolor, like I can finally breathe. Like I'm alive for the first time after a long sleep. I love
you with everything in me. And I always will."

A hitched sob burst from my mouth, and I pressed my face against his chest because the
emotions I was experiencing felt far too raw for all these people to see.

He held me for a moment before I finally lifted my head.

"Olivia?" Lincoln asked gently and I gave him a watery smile before turning my attention back
to the love of my life.

"Walker," I whispered my voice trembling, "when I met you, I was lost. I was living in a cage,
trapped in darkness and despair. But from the moment you walked into my life, everything
changed. You showed me what it means to truly live, to embrace the light even in the darkest of
times. With you, I've discovered a love so powerful, so profound, that it's healed the deepest
wounds of my soul. You've been my strength, my guiding star, leading me out of the shadows
and into the warmth of your love."

"I promise to stand by your side, through thick and thin, through every triumph and every trial. I
vow to support you, to encourage you, and to love you fiercely, with every beat of my heart. You
are my rock, my safe haven, and today, I give myself to you completely. With you, I've found
my home, my purpose, and my truest self. I love you now and forever, and I will never forget
that the greatest gift I have ever been given is your love."

Walker rubbed at his chest like he was in pain, and then he suddenly pulled me forward, his lips
crashing against mine in a kiss I knew I would remember for the rest of my life.

I was vaguely aware of Walker's groomsmen whooping and hollering, but I was too caught up in
the kiss to look.

When we finally separated, Lincoln was shaking his head in mock disappointment. "We're out of
order here, let's get it together," he joked before turning to Walker.

"Walker Davis, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to
love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all
others, for as long as..." he stared down at his notes. "A note from the groom here. 'Forever' is
apparently what I'm supposed to say."

There was more tittering from the crowd.

"I do," Walker said with a grin. "Forever."

My panties got a little damp at that statement because all I wanted was forever with him.

"Alright...by the authority vested in..."

"Wait, you need to ask me," I whispered frantically.

Walker just smirked.

"Another note from the groom. You are supposed to just say I do. I'm not allowed to ask you any
questions or leave you a choice."

I gaped at the both of them as everyone around us started laughing hysterically.

"It's either that or the handcuffs," Walker murmured with a shrug.

"I promise our Mama did not raise him like this," Cole called out and the crowd got even louder.

"I do," I said firmly. "Of my own free will," I added, just in case anyone needed clarification.

Walker kissed me again and Lincoln threw up his hands. "Alright we're ending this thing. By the
power vested in me...on the internet...I now pronounce you husband and wife!"

The room erupted in cheers as Walker swooped me into his arms and started marching down the
aisle.

"Where are you going?" I laughed. "I don't think we're supposed to leave yet!"

Walker's eyes gleamed wickedly. "We're consummating right now, angel face. I'm not waiting to
make this thing permanent."

I was the one then, hysterically laughing as he led me down the hall and back into my dressing
room...

***

Walker

It only took a second to have her against the wall.

My wife.

My everything.

I pushed up her dress, needing to get inside her. I hadn't thought I could want her more, but
something about her as my wife was making my constant need for her even worse.

At this point I was just going to live inside her. Might make hockey playing difficult, but it was a
price I'd gladly pay.

I reached down and freed Hercules...who was yearning for her as much as I was.
"Wow," I said, feeling a bit dazed as I realized she was wearing some fancy kind of lingerie
underneath her dress. There was a wet spot against the white silk panties, and it was going to
make me crazy.

"Walker "Disney" Davis. Do not tear those," she warned saucily. And I frowned rethinking my
plan of attack.

"Fine," I told her sulkily, like she was really asking a lot, and I slowly slid the panties down her
perfect ass and legs. She had already agreed to leave my dried cum under her dress where I'd
spread it earlier...this was the least I could do...I guess.

A moment later I was pressing inside her, exhaling in relief when I was finally buried deep in my
favorite place.

"I love you," I murmured against her lips as she gripped the front of my suit jacket and held on
for dear life as I pounded into her.

Her pussy clamped around me and I moaned as I slid my tongue against hers.

I knew I was the luckiest fucking guy in the world as I made love to my.... wife.