His jaw dropped, and I dipped my head, gratified by his reaction. All the while, the silk train swished behind me, the material flowing over my body as I glided toward him.
“You,” he breathed as he drank me in. “I-I don’t even know what to say.” He rubbed a hand over his mouth. “I can’t believe you’re going to be my wife.”
I grinned. “I can’t believe you’re going to be my husband. That I get to wake up to your handsome face every morning. That I get to fall asleep in your arms.”
“You look absolutely stunning,” he said, settling his hands on my hips, resting his forehead against mine. “And I love you.”
“I love you too.” Our breath mingled, and I stared into his blue eyes, seeing my future written there.
“I’m dying to kiss you, but I don’t want to mess up your lipstick.”
I laughed. “It’s lip stain, and it won’t smear. But if you’re worried about it, you can kiss me somewhere else.”
“Alexis,” he chided, pretending to be outraged. “What are you suggesting?”
I bit back a grin. “I was suggesting somewhere like my cheek or neck. What wereyousuggesting?” I asked, knowing full well what he had in mind.
I’d forgotten all about the photographer at that point, but he continued to snap away, taking picture after picture.
Preston gently brushed my hair aside, placing a kiss on the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I guess you’ll just have to wait until later to find out.”
I sighed, losing myself in his touch. He grazed the shell of my ear with his teeth and goose bumps erupted across my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, needing more.
“Stop. That tickles.” I said, holding my belly as I laughed.
He leaned back and frowned. “Me or…” He glanced down to where my hand was resting on my stomach. “The baby?”
I nodded. I took his hand and placed it over my stomach. “Here.” We waited, and I hoped she’d move again. We’d been playing this game for days. She’d recently started moving, and without fail, every time Preston put his hand on my belly, she stopped. “There,” I said, when there was another little flutter. “Can you feel her?”
“Her, huh?” He glanced up at me. “So you’re referring to the baby as a girl now.”
I shrugged. “It seemed easier than fighting you and Sophia every time I mention the baby.”
“You know we’re just teasing, right? I’ll be thrilled either way.”
“I know, though Sophia might be a tad disappointed.” I held up my thumb and pointer finger.
The baby moved, and Preston sucked in a quick breath. He glanced up at me with watery eyes and a huge smile. “That’s so cool.” He beamed down at my stomach. “Hi, baby. It’s me, your daddy.”
I ran my nails over the short hair at the back of his head, soaking in this moment. This man.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“No.” I laughed. “It tickles. As the baby gets bigger and stronger, it can hurt.”
“Is it weird that I really want to have sex with you right now?”
I glanced down at his tuxedo, noticing a prominent bulge. “Are you hard?”
“When I’m with you? Always.” He smirked. “Want to go have a quickie in the dressing room?”
“Preston.” I slapped his chest, backing away. “We have thirty guests waiting downstairs, including your parents and our daughter. We are not having a quickie in the dressing room.”
“You know you want to,” he taunted, and he wasn’t wrong. I also knew he was joking—at least, I thought he was.
“All right, people.” Juliana clapped her hands. Where had she come from? “It’s time to get this show on the road.”
“You ready?” Preston asked. “Because there’s no turning back now.”
