Ava stood with Rocky on the courthouse steps. She was a vision of grace and defiance. Tall, with the kind of curves that made strangers do double takes, her deep, smooth ebony skin glistening in the early morning atmosphere. Beneath her white dress, the faintest swell of her abdomen softened her silhouette, not enough to draw conclusions, but sufficient for those who knew her well to wonder.
Nicolas and Matt stood at the top of the stairs, rubbing sleep from their eyes. They were even more surprised to see Ava in a dress, as she was rarely in one, and it made her look different ... in a superb manner.
That didn't mean they liked being up at the crack of dawn, though.
"I think we need to learn from Rocky on how to persevere through love and pursuit!" Matt said, and Nicholas smiled, a pretty one already in his mind's eye. He sighed, wondering if he would ever get there, too and how he would try to approach her.
