Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
He’s mine.
Forever.
And the look on his face as I slowly make my way toward him lets me know exactly how happy he is that today is finally happening. Pure radiating love. That’s what I see when our eyes connect. That’s what I feel as I start the short walk in his direction.
“By the power vested in me—” the pastor says, but the rest of his words fade away. Harrison’s lips are on mine, claiming me as his own. Today, tomorrow, and forever.
“I love you, Mrs. Drake,” he whispers, resting his forehead against mine.
“I love you, Mr. Drake.”
My arms are wrapped around his neck. He places one more chaste kiss on my lips as our family and friends cheer us on. It’s the pastor’s chuckles that finally have us pulling apart, though Harrison only releases me long enough to take our daughter from his best man. As soon as she’s in his arms, he wraps one around my waist and pulls me into his side. We’ve always fit like puzzle pieces, and standing here now, in front of our family and friends, just solidifies it.
We are one.
Husband and wife.
Father and mother.
And yes, maybe someday soon we’ll add another little one to our family, but I’m not ready yet. I want to enjoy our time with Sophia before we divide our attention amongst more. Even though I long for a big family, I want to take our time and do it right.
Do it right.
I actually giggle aloud at the thought.
“What’s so funny?” Harrison asks, glancing down at me.
“I was just thinking how we didn’t do any of this in the right order,” I tell him with a smile.
He huffs. “When have I ever done anything based on society’s standards?” he asks, the corner of his lips turning upward.
“Very true,” I reply, leaning my head against his chest.
His hold on me tightens as he whispers, “Thank you for marrying me again and making my life so full.”
Glancing up, I give him a warm smile. “Thank you for coming home with me after the divorce and doing me against the wall.”
Now it’s his turn to bark out a laugh. “I don’t think you’re supposed to refer to doing it with a pastor standing two feet away,” he teases, his eyes dancing with mischief.
I shrug. “When have I ever done anything based on society’s standards?” I mirror.
“Touché, Mrs. Drake, touché. Now, what do you say we enjoy some dinner and dancing with our family and friends? Then, this little princess is off to a sleepover with her Aunt Gabby, which means I get to take you inside and do you against the wall. Again. As husband and wife.”
“I love the way you think,” I tell him as I reach over and hold our daughter’s hand. She instantly tries to put my finger in her mouth.
“And I love you,” he adds, just before swiping his lips across mine once more.
I thread my hands into his hair, careful not to squish Sophia, who’s grabbing hold of my hair and trying to eat it. As our guests mingle in the yard and snap photos with their cell phones, I can’t help but smile. Everything in life has led to this.
This moment.
This man.
Our future.
This is our love story.
It’s not perfect, but it’s ours.
Forever.
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The End … for now.