Lincoln’s POV
I hold my wife’s hand as we leave the courthouse, heading toward my truck where we are all going back to Gage and Hali’s house for a quiet reception.
My other hand is wrapped around the small hand of my daughter, who skips along beside us in her white dress, a green ribbon in her hair to match her mother’s dress.
Opening the doors, I help Robyn into her seat, pulling on her seatbelt before shutting the door and turning to my wife. A smile spreads across my face at the thought, my wife, my f.ucking WIFE!
Abbey looks up at me, amusement dancing in her eyes as her fingers trail up my shirt and around my neck.
‘You ready to go, husband?’ she murmurs, pushing up onto her tiptoes as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer.
‘You better stop calling me that kitten, or we
