Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
The ceremony went by in the blink of an eye, and I honestly couldn’t even tell you what was said. Noel had asked in the middle of the ceremony for Emma to hold her, then for Preston to hold her. She might have had a little crush on Preston, which made him shower my daughter with attention quietly while Emma and I exchanged our vows.
The reception was held in the Abbey Room with only those who had attended the wedding. When it came time for me and Emma to have our first dance, I held her close to me. We didn’t pick a certain song that was ours, and we both left it up to my mother to pick the first song we would dance to. It was some Frank Sinatra song that Emma had loved, and my mother had somehow found out about it.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight, Em?”
She smiled up at me. “You have. And have I mentioned how handsome you look this evening?”
I leaned down and brushed a kiss across her lips before I whispered, “You have.”
We danced for a few moments in silence before I drew back and looked at her. “I put in my resignation at the firehouse yesterday.”
Emma’s smile faded and she nearly tripped, but I held onto her tightly.
“Why?”
“You once asked me if I was afraid of leaving Noel alone, and I told you every single time. I’m not leaving because I’m afraid something will happen to me, I’m leaving because I want to start a new career.”
She raised a brow. “Please tell me it’s not in politics.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “No. What would you say about the two of us opening a children’s bookstore.”
Emma stopped dancing and stared up at me. “What?”
“A children’s bookstore. You wouldn’t have to leave the library, I know how much you love your job, but what if I could make your childhood dream come true? Would you want to do that? Together?”
Tears built in her eyes, and she slowly nodded before she threw her arms around my neck. “I love you so much, Harrison.”
“I love you, too, Em. More than you will ever know.”
I felt a tug on my jacket and looked down to see Noel. I reached down and picked her up as I started to dance once again with my girls.
“Noel, if you could have your own bookstore,” I asked my daughter, “What would you call it?”
Thinking long and hard, Noel finally lit up and smiled. “Noel’s weading spot.”
I looked at Emma who wore a wide grin and said, “I think we have our store name.”