Rachel blinked her eyes rapidly. “If you make me cry and ruin my makeup, I will refuse to say I do.”
“I’m glad you like it.” He brushed a kiss over her lips.
“Two minutes,” the pain in the ass shouted.
He cleared his throat. “There are a couple of flowers on there that your mom and gran picked. So, something of your heritage is represented. I can’t remember what they are, but they can tell you.”
A tear escaped to run down her cheek, and Harvard kissed it away.
“You are everything to me,” Rachel whispered.
“I love you too,” Harvard said.
“One minute,” Megan called.
“I’m going to kill your matron of honor,” Harvard grumbled.
“Get in line,” Rachel said before tugging his head down for a kiss.