Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
I’m crying now, tears slipping beneath the veil as I echo him, my voice shaky but sure.
“Max, you’ve always been my light, my strength. I promise to love you, to cherish you, forever.”
We slide the rings onto each other’s fingers, the metal cool, binding, and the minister pronounces us husband and wife. Max lifts my veil, his hands gentle, and kisses me, deep and fierce. His lips are warm and taste of whiskey and love. The crowd erupts into applause. Cheers and screams of celebration wash over us like a wave.
I’m laughing, crying, lost in this incredible, unbelievable, dream-like moment.
At the reception, the ballroom glows, fairy lights strung across the ceiling, tables laden with roses and candlelight. I dance with Ellie, my best friend, our heels clicking on the polished floor, her laughter bright as we spin to a lively jazz tune.
“You look like a fairy princess, Amelia,” she says, her eyes mischievous, twinkling. “This whole night—it’s like you stepped out of one of your books.”
I laugh, my heart light, as my eyes find Max across the room. He’s talking to a colleague, but his gaze keeps drifting to me, warm and possessive.
He breaks away, weaving through the crowd, a flute of champagne in his hand, the liquid catching the light like liquid gold.
“For you,” he says, offering it, his grin boyish. His tuxedo jacket is unbuttoned, revealing the crisp white shirt beneath, and I can't help but drool.
I shake my head, my smile soft but firm. “No thanks,” I say, my voice steady, though my heart races. His brow furrows, concern flickering in his eyes.
“You okay?” he asks, stepping closer, his voice low, searching my face. “You’re not drinking tonight.”
Ellie smirks, her eyes glinting with something cheeky, and slips away, murmuring, “I’ll leave you two to it.”
The music shifts, slowing to a sultry ballad, and I step into Max’s arms, my hands resting on his shoulders, his on my waist. We sway, the world fading to just us, the warmth of his body grounding me.
“I have a secret,” I whisper, my lips close to his ear, my voice trembling with excitement, nerves. He stills, his hands tightening on my hips, and pulls back, his blue eyes locking on mine, intense, searching.
“Something related to why you can’t drink?” he asks, his voice low, a hopeful edge to it, like he’s afraid to believe.
I nod, my throat tight, tears pricking my eyes. “Yes,” I say, my voice barely audible, a smile breaking through. “I’m pregnant.”
His eyes widen, tears fill them, and they shimmer in the candlelight. “You’re joking,” he says, his voice cracking, disbelieving.
“I’m not,” I laugh, soft and shaky, my hands gripping his jacket. “I’m serious, Max.”
His hand moves to my stomach, tentative, but I swat it away, glancing at the crowd around us, my cheeks flushing.
“Not here,” I murmur, but he’s already pulling me close, his lips crashing into mine, a deep, desperate kiss that steals my breath.
“Oh my God, I love you, Amelia. I love you so damn much,” he says against my mouth, his voice rough, trembling with joy. “Oh my God, thank you so much. Jason’s gonna be so freaking happy. I love you so much.”
I’m crying now, tears streaming, my heart deliriously happy, and I cling to him, my arms tight around his neck. “I love you too,” I whisper, my voice breaking.
He holds me tightly, his body a shield against the world. I vow to myself, swaying in his arms, to never let go, to hold on to this love, this family, forever.
Yup, they lived happily ever after…