Rebel
Today is my wedding day. I will finally be able to legally call Trish my wife. I was kicked out very early so that the ladies could help Trish get ready. I honestly didn't mind getting dressed at my mom’s house. It is my other home anyway, so it seems fitting. Dom is my best man, and Killer is my groomsman, so they are here with me now.
Cookie is Trish’s maid of honor, and she has Sara as her bridesmaid. Our little missy is supposed to carry the rings, but I am not so sure about that. She has a mind of her own, and she doesn't do anything unless she wants to. But we will see what she does. “You don’t seem nervous at all,” Dom says as we get dressed. “I have no need to be. Unless you know something I don’t.” “Nah, I am just surprised at how calm you are.”
“I have nothing to worry
