Wolf watched over us, a stoic expression. I imagined he was dying inside all over again. Zach had given him an out, knowing that attending our wedding might be too painful so soon after Jill’s death, but the Russian giant wouldn’t hear of it. Zach was his brother. Nothing would keep Wolf from celebrating our nuptials.
“Repeat after me, with this ring I thee wed,” the officiant said.
“Snow, with this ring I thee wed. I promise to love you forever and ever.” He slid the ring on my finger, lifted my hand, and kissed it. He got one up on me, adding that bit at the end.
My heart fluttered as tears rolled down my eyes. I took Zach’s matching platinum wedding band and slid it onto his finger. “Zach, with this ring, I thee wed.”
“And now, by the power vested in me by the great state of Nevada, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
Cheers and clapping erupted as Zach dipped me for our first kiss as husband and wife.
When he lifted me up, he placed his hand on my stomach, facing our guests. “Now that that’s over, I want to announce Snow and I are expecting a Christmas baby!”
I was four months along, just barely showing, but you couldn’t tell under my poofy, strapless wedding gown. Zach knocked me up when we were traveling throughout the East Coast in March. He never wore a condom. I never got back on birth control. We just let nature take its course and were ecstatic over having a baby together.
More clapping ensued, along with hugs and well wishes.
This was the best day ever.