Even though I knew I’d never take away her dream of being married in The Chapel of Dreams, it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me, and I crushed her to me, kissing her with everything I had in me.
Neither of us noticed when the doors slid open and all the people outside broke into applause.
Epilogue
Aurora
“Wake up, sleepyhead. You don’t want to miss this.” Running my fingers through Will’s blond hair, I waited for his green eyes to pop open.
“Miss what?” he grumbled, his strong arms wrapping around my waist to pull my body on top of his.
“History in the making.” I wiggled the small pink box I was holding in front of his face. “For the first time in our relationship, I want you to watch me pee.”
He rolled off the mattress, swept me up into his arms, and whooped, “Hell, yeah!”
I giggled as he carried me into the bathroom, gently setting me down near the toilet. Snagging the box from my hand, he ripped it open and yanked the cap of the little white stick. “Here you go, beautiful.”
“Thanks,” I whispered, heat filling my cheeks as I kept my eyes on his while I did my business. It was a little awkward, but I wanted my gorgeous husband to be with me during every step of my pregnancy just as much as he wanted to be a part of the entire process.
“It’s going to be positive,” he murmured into my ear after I’d washed my hands. His arms were wrapped around my body, his hands resting over my lower belly as we both stared down at the test.
I was barely a day late, but I had a feeling he was right. There had been something extra special when we had made love on our wedding night—more than just because it was our first time as husband and wife. I couldn’t help but think about it when my period didn’t come right on time two weeks later. I’d run out and bought the test between meetings and had barely been able to keep it a secret last night. But I’d really wanted to surprise Will with it this morning.
“You’re right. I’m pregnant,” I cried, tears streaming down my face as Pregnant 2-3 popped up on the indicator screen. “And I’m pretty sure you knocked me up on our wedding night since it says I’m two to three weeks along.”
“It looks like I put all that practice leading up to the wedding to good use.” He turned me in his arms and flashed me a smug grin.
“All that practice?” I echoed, shaking my head and laughing. “It only took me two months to pull together the perfect wedding when it would’ve taken anyone else at least a year.”
“Because you’re a fucking miracle worker.” His gaze dropped to my stomach and filled with awe. “In everything you do.”
I rose on my toes and brushed my lips over his. “Maybe, but I didn’t do this on my own. This little miracle is as much your doing as it is mine.”
“We should celebrate our success.” He lifted me in his arms and carried me back over to the mattress, setting me down gently. Then he stripped out of his boxers, placing a soft kiss on my belly before dropping down next to me. Pulling me close, he tugged my nightgown off my body and proceeded to kiss every inch of skin he uncovered. I was already a writhing mess of need when he reached my breasts. I felt the flick of his tongue against my nipple all the way to my core.
“Will,” I whimpered, digging my fingers into his scalp.
“Do you need more, beautiful?” he purred.
“Yes,” I gasped as he trailed his fingers down my body to plunge two of them into my pussy.
“So damn wet,” he growled, lowering his head to flick his tongue against my clit. “And so fucking delicious.”
He pulled his fingers from my body and started to fuck me with his tongue. It didn’t take long for him to push me over the edge, and he licked me through my orgasm. As soon as my pussy stopped spasming, he rose on his knees and settled between my legs. “I love you, baby. So fucking much.”
“I know you do, but show me how much anyway,” I urged.
He slammed all the way into me with one powerful thrust, and groaned, “Your pussy feels perfect. Hotter than ever.”
“Uh-huh,” I grunted as he pounded into me, circling my legs around his waist to hold on tight. It didn’t take long before I felt another orgasm building, and my pussy clenched around his hard length.
“That’s right, beautiful. I need you to come for me right now because I’m already so fucking close.”
I dug my fingers into his shoulders, my head thrown back as I cried out his name when he drove into me over and over again. When I flew over the edge again, he sank deep and came with me.