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“If not him, then me.” I winked. “Now, let’s get you to bed.”
Three months later
“Yes!” Eddy K the dress designer breathed. I’d insisted he attend our wedding after he designed this magnificent dress for me, and he not only agreed, he’d become part of the occasion. He stepped back and kissed his fingers with approval. “It’s not too tight, no?”
“No, you did a fabulous job, Eddy, especially around the belly. It’s very comfortable, and I feel incredible in it.” I beamed in the mirror as he fussed with something in the back. He made sure the dress was perfect. I was sixteen weeks along and just starting to show.
“I’m not jealous, because I’ll be borrowing this later when no one’s looking.” Wyatt held a piece of the soft fabric between his fingers and moaned as he pressed it to his cheek. “It’s like butter.”
The long, soft gown had an organza skirt which gave it a soft shimmer when the light graced it. Despite being a wedding dress, it was lightweight and perfectly suited for the warm spring afternoon, and that helped ease the stress of an outdoor ceremony. The modern bodice was elegant and embellished in a leafy lace design, and the silhouette was timeless and very trendy.
My hair was swept up into a loose low gathered style that allowed it to be let go so it would tumble freely when the reception was in full swing. It was cute that Piero thought I should wear flats because I was pregnant, but Andrea and I assured him that I was just fine in my stunning new heels. I wouldn’t be caught dead in flats at my wedding, especially not when I’d fallen in love with some Saeda 100s, Jimmy Choo’s crystal embellished ivory satin pumps. I didn’t care if my feet ached; I was having a love affair on the side with those shoes.
Wyatt stepped in front of me, looking ridiculously sexy in his light pink and ivory suit. “Everything is perfect. Now, don’t worry about a thing. You’re going to love it all. I adore the tables. They’re positively glorious, and the—”
“Wyatt, whatever would I do without you?” I interrupted his nervous tirade. “You’ve exhausted yourself with all this planning to make my day wonderful. You’re my best friend. You know that, right?” I hugged him, and he tutted with worry over messing up my dress.
“I don’t have any idea what I’m going to do now that the day has come.” He sighed with pretend worry. “Oh, wait, Andrea and I have a christening to plan!” He positively glowed, and I could see the wheels already turning as he wiggled his brows at me. “Before I forget, I got you a little something-something.” He pulled out a duffle bag from the closet, then after a quick glance, looked around. He pulled out a little black box with a gold lock hanging on the side.
“Oh, Wyatt, you shouldn’t have. Why don’t you add it to the gift table downstairs?”
“It’s not really something you’d want to open in front of the family.”
I lifted an eyebrow at him. Then he gave a little laugh and pulled the key from where it hung beside the lock. He used his body to shield the contents from the others in the room.
“Remember that underground shop we found years ago that had everything in every size you could imagine?” His eyebrows did a dance, and one of the toys wiggled hilariously with his movement. The sex toys were artfully arranged in the box so they looked that much funnier. “Well, you know me, I like a gift that keeps on giving.”
I slapped a hand over my mouth to stop the laughter. “Wait.” I tried to breathe and worked a particularly odd-looking one free. Curious, I moved it all around, trying to understand what made itblack-box worthy. It was slimy and slipped around like a wet pickle trying to slip out of my hold. “What does this one do?”
“Oh, that’s one of my favorites. So, this attaches together and suctions here,” he pointed to the window, “while vibrating here, and then you insert it—”
“Yup, okay, got it.”
“It’s really more for you than him, but I can tell you the lovers love to watch the show.”
I quickly tossed the silicon toy back inside and snapped the lid closed then made sure the lock was secure.
“I will accept this—”
“I know you will.” He let out a snort.
“Under one condition.” I moved closer. “If I die first, you need to remove it from my closet. I don’t need our children to think their father and I are into kink.”
“Trust me,” he dropped his voice to a serious tone, “you’d be surprised as to just what kids already know. I’m mentally scarred.”
I laughed and tucked the box away, then I straightened my dress, thankful for Wyatt’s dirty humor to help shake off the nerves.
“Ready?” He puffed out his chest.
“Almost!” I reached for my journal and flipped it open to the marked page and re-read, for the tenth time, Andrea’s words.
Mama, will you be there for my wedding?
In her perfect handwriting she responded.I may not be your blood, but I will always be there for you. I wouldn’t miss your wedding for anything in this world. I will be there to help pick your dress, dry your tears, or stand in the front row to watch you marry the man who loves you more than life itself. You have found your Piero, and I can’t wait to be your mother-in-law.
“Okay,” I closed the book and smiled, “I’m ready.” Wyatt took my arm, and we walked together to the top landing of the stunning Villa Medicea la Ferdinanda where three hundred guests waited in the gentle warmth of the afternoon sun.
Our theme was mid-summer night garden, and our colors were light pink, earthy greens, light yellow, and golds. I’d given free rein of decorating to Andrea, and with Wyatt’s help, I knew the place would be magical. As we descended the stone stairs, I gasped at the view in front of me. The backdrop of rolling vineyards and the heavy sun first captured my attention, then it was the satin fabric that glided ahead of me to lead me to the man I would spend the rest of my life with. Once on ground level, Wyatt, tears glinting in his eyes, gracefully handed me off to Francesco, who looked as dashing as ever.
