Genevieve walked downstairs limping slightly as she took the stairs, the man behind her smirked when he saw her walking that way. He was happy he was the cause and as much as he didn't want to cause her pain he felt a bit satisfied seeing her that way and also satisfied.
"Thank god, I thought you guys weren't going to make it to breakfast," Ryan groaned as they took their seats.
Rhett rolled his eyes, "and why wouldn't we?" He asked.
"Oh…you can't ask me that mister, after almost pulling the roof down with your screams and yelling last night, I didn't think you would come downstairs for breakfast," he said teasingly his eyes moving from Rhett to Genevieve and then back to Rhett again.
Ryan couldn't hide his grin, he couldn't believe his best friend was finally a man again. He finally took things upon himself and had a proper wedding night with his wife.