“Mother, I’d like you to meet my fiancée Rebeka.”
Aria grabbed Rebeka’s hands and smiled. “I’m so excited to meet you, Rebeka. I hope you come to feel at home here. I have to admit I’m thrilled to have another woman around.
Dominic watched as his mother and Rebeka talked, holding hands the whole time. A few moments passed, and he could tell his woman was already taking a liking to his mother, which was exactly what he wanted.
“Your sisters are up in the room across from mine,waiting to get their hands on Rebeka. Would it be okay if I took her up?” Aria asked.
It was silly, but he didn’t want her out of his sight. He thought part of it was because he was still afraid she’d try to make a run for it. Another thought was being with her mellowed him somehow, and he was becoming addicted to that peaceful feeling.
“Yes, that’s fine.”
Aria smiled and walked to the door to wait.
He grasped Rebeka’s shoulders. “I’ll see you soon.”
She nodded.
He bent and kissed her gently. “The next time we kiss, we’ll be husband and wife.”
“Yes.”
He nodded, released her, and watched her walk to his mother and be led out of the room.
The hours until the wedding seemed to drag by. It helped to have a few of his brothers-in-law hanging with him. It kept his mind off the fact he couldn’t touch her.
Graham slapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, man, stop stressing. The wedding is going to happen within the hour.”
Dominic glanced at his watch and nodded. “Damn, did you feel like this when you married my sister?”
“Fuck, yes. We all did.”
That made him feel better.
Blake handed him a glass with amber liquid in it. “Drink up. It will settle your nerves.”
He chugged it back and then gasped at what felt like liquid fire sliding down his throat. “Jesus, what the hell is this?” Dominic choked.
Blake grinned. “We call it moonshine.”
Dominic handed the glass back.
“Did it help?” Graham grinned.
“Yeah. You could have warned me.”
Blake snorted. “Nah. What’s the fun in that?”
Dominic chuckled.
The door opened, and Duncan stuck his head in. “The bride is ready.”
It was about fucking time.
There were several chairs lined up with an aisle in between for Rebeka to walk down. They got him in his spot in front with the judge who would marry them. He shook his hand.
“Thank you for coming. I know it was last minute.”
The judge chuckled. “Lately, that seems to be the norm with this family.”