“Sir, I know this isn’t the time, but I need to ask you something.”
Dad managed a weak smile. “You already married her, son. Little late for my permission.”
I looked up at Danny, then at Dad. Dad was crying again.
“You’d do that? Waste your wedding reception—”
“Nothing about this is wasted,” Danny said. “You’re Olivia’s father. You’re the reason she’s the woman I fell in love with. If we can’t have you at the wedding, we’re bringing the wedding to you.”
What happened next, I’ll remember forever. Uncle Bear made calls. Within an hour, our entire wedding had relocated to the hospital. The Iron Guardians MC created a perimeter around the hospital entrance, making sure we had complete privacy. Someone brought the cake. Someone else brought speakers.
The nurses broke every rule in the book and let fifty people crowd into Dad’s room and the hallway outside.
Danny and I had our first dance right there, in that hospital room, while Dad watched from his bed. We danced to “My Little Girl” by Tim McGraw, and there wasn’t a dry eye in that room.
But the moment that destroyed me completely was when the song ended and Dad spoke up, his voice barely a whisper.
“Olivia, come here.”
