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Marcos grinned. “I don’t always like when you’re right, but in this case, I’ll make an exception.”
“I’m happy for you, brother.”
“Thank you. I’m happy for me, too.”
“But you’re seriously going to live at Molly’s and not move over here?”
Marcos chuckled. “The jury is still out on that. We’ve spent a lot of time over here the last few weeks, getting everything ready for today. She’s falling in love with the place, but I keep reminding her that she loves her house.”
“You don’t want to move here?”
“I’d love to. If it’ll make her happy. We have all the time in the world. We can move when we’re ready or never.”
Antonio smiled. “You might have all the time in the world to decide where you want to live, but you didn’t have so long to get married.”
“She wanted to do it before she got big. Every girl wants to look beautiful in her wedding dress.”
“She’ll look even more beautiful when she’s big and blooming.”
Marcos chuckled. “I told her that too, but she didn’t agree. And you? You’re just broody. You need to talk with Mary Ellen and tell her your biological clock is ticking.”
Antonio laughed. “I do, every day. Oh. Wow. Look.”
Marcos followed his brother’s gaze to where Chelsea had just stepped out onto the terrace. He could see Molly and her dad through the window, and he couldn’t wait for her to come out.
When she did, she took his breath away. She looked stunning. Her dress was perfect. It was all gathered under her breasts—which drew his eyes to them and kept them there for a good few moments. When he came back to his senses, he realized that the dress flowed out from there and hid her baby bump. It wasn’t big yet, but it was noticeable, and she hadn’t wanted it to be. The dress was perfect.
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The music struck up, and Molly looked at her dad as Chelsea set out up the aisle between the rows of chairs on the terrace. “You weren’t kidding about the view from here, were you, Moll?”
She shook her head. Seeing Marcos standing up there with Antonio—two very handsome men framed against the backdrop of that gorgeous view made her feel as though she was in a fairy tale. The heroine wasn’t usually knocked up when she married her charming prince, but hers was a modern-day fairy tale, and she wouldn’t change a thing.
“Are you ready?”
She nodded. She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to get any words out, even when she was up at the front with Marcos. She wasn’t nervous. She was bursting with happiness. The day she’d thought would never arrive was finally here.
She smiled and nodded at her friends as she passed. Gene and Rita—they’d been the first to know about the baby. Mary Ellen and Grant beamed at her as she passed. Smoke and Laura sat with Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton. Laura had made the most beautiful matching pair of wedding bands to go with her gorgeous engagement ring.
Sofia and John sat at the front. Sofia dabbed at her eyes and John blew her a kiss. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. She was so happy to become a part of their family. They were thrilled that she finally would—and that she’d be making them grandparents very soon.
She looked up at Marcos, and her heart melted. He was so handsome. His dark hair and olive skin so similar to Antonio’s, and yet so different. Antonio was good-looking, but in her opinion, Marcos was in a league all of his own.
He smiled when they reached the front, and her dad kissed her cheek. He leaned forward to shake hands with Marcos, but Marcos pulled him in for a hug, which just made more happy tears roll down Molly’s cheeks.
The ceremony was beautiful, at least that’s what people told her afterward. It all went by in a blur. She repeated words, slid a ring on Marcos’ finger, he slid one onto hers, and it was done. The officiant announced that they were man and wife—Mr. and Mrs. Di Giovanni, she’d known all along that she’d take his name. It was important to him and she knew it.
He took her in his arms and kissed her. She always said that he claimed her, made her his with his kisses. This time, it was true. She was his. He was hers.
When they came up for air, their friends and family applauded, and she smiled around at them all.
Marcos looked down into her eyes and smiled. “Are you ready to walk down there? Ready to go start our new life?”
She squeezed his hand. “Stand here with me for a moment. We’re already in our new life. This is it.”
It was true. The past, with all its hurt, was behind them now. The future, like the view from the terrace, was a beautiful picture that they would step into. But all that really mattered was this moment. She’d waited half her lifetime, and now that it was finally here, she intended to make the most of it;
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