Epilogue One
The media went nuts over their wedding. It wasn’t a huge affair as they both had already been married. Something sweet, with a couple of friends, was all they both needed. For Noah, he didn’t give a shit what kind of wedding he had, only that Skye belonged to him.
When she walked down the aisle for him, he knew he was doing the right thing. She was the woman for him in all the right ways. He’d put a stop to the media hunting through their past.
They had both made a statement to the press. They had a past, and they wanted it to stay there; all they cared about was building a future together. Their words sounded amazing, or at least reading them back they did.
With her as his wife, by his side, his world was now complete. No matter how much money he made or the contracts, there had always been something from his life missing. That had been Skye.
It had taken him a long time to realize it, but she was the missing piece for him. Carrying her up to his apartment after their wedding, she was constantly asking him if he was okay.
“You can put me down. I weigh a ton.”
“You don’t weigh a thing. I’m doing this wedding thing properly.”
“And carrying me over the threshold is doing it properly?”
“I never carried Scarlett over the threshold.”
“Why not?”
“Didn’t want to. I went to the bar after our wedding and drank to oblivion.” He’d not been standing in church happy and excited at the prospect of marrying Scarlett.
His family had loved the idea of him settling down, but the truth was, he hated his first wife. He’d remained faithful to her because he believed in his vows, but he’d not believed in his wife. His family could now see that Skye made him happy, and even though his father wasn’t convinced of their union because of their past, Noah had told him straight, he could go and fuck himself. His father didn’t have to be married to her.
He did.
Her parents weren’t so thrilled either. On the day she’d left him alone to take care of something at the office, her parents had spent a great deal of time telling him how good Skye had been single and how there was a friend of theirs that would suit her better. He knew they didn’t like him, they knew about their past, or at least, parts of it, just not the whole truth. He wasn’t going to be put off.
He’d listened, and at the end of their long conversation of how much they loved this other guy, he told them simply that Skye loved him. He may have also mentioned to them that any other guy wouldn’t make Skye happy and she belonged to him, and that he loved her.
Still, he handled it the way he wanted.
Carrying her over the threshold, he kicked the door closed.
“Please don’t drop me.”
“I’m not going to drop you,” he said.
She held on tightly around his neck. “There was nothing wrong with me climbing on your back. It may have been easier for your arms.”
“You’re crazy,” he said. “You’re not a problem.” He carried her through to the bedroom and placed her gently on his bed. “Piece of cake.”
“I love cake,” she said.
He laughed, dropping a kiss to her lips. “You better get used to this bed.”
“And why is that?”
“I booked our honeymoon to start in three days, but we’re not leaving this bed. I’ve got all the takeout on order in advance.”
“You have, have you?”
“That I have. By the end of this honeymoon, I’m going to put my baby inside you.”
She gripped his shoulders, holding him back. “You want a baby?”
“I want a family with you, Skye.” He saw the smile and the tears. “What did I say now?”