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A smile spreads over my face. “Say it again.”
He rights me on my feet, and taking my hand, he turns me to face our guests. “I’d like to introduce you all to my wife, Mrs. Vetrov.” Shaking his head, his eyes drift over me with adoration. “Isn’t she exquisite?”
The guests stand up, and suddenly white butterflies fill the clearing.
I cover my mouth with both my hands as I look up, the tiny wings looking like snowflakes. “Oh my God, Nikolai,” I breathe. “It’s beautiful.”
Coming to stand behind me, he presses a kiss to my temple. “I’m happy you love it.”
Turning around in his arms, I look up at the man I love more than life itself. And that’s saying a lot because Ilovemy life.
I place my palms on his jaw, and lifting myself on my tiptoes, I kiss him with everything I feel for him, then I whisper by his ear, “I’m so going to fuck your brains out later.”
“I’ll hold you to that promise,” he chuckles.
We turn to our guests, and as we make our way down the aisle, applause and cheers fill the air.
We spend a perfect day with our loved ones before I get to go home with my husband so I can show him just how much he means to me.
Tomorrow we’ll leave for our short honeymoon in Ha Long Bay, situated in Vietnam, where I’ll spend my first week as Nikolai Vetrov’s wife – the one he chose for himself.
Epilogue
Nikolai
(Five years later…)
“Nikolai!” Abigail screams from inside the house, panic lacing her words.
I drop the ax next to the wood I was chopping and break out into a run. Pulling my gun from behind my back, I take the safety off and dart into the kitchen.
“Abigail!” I roar, ready to kill whatever’s threatening her.
“I’m in the den! Shit. Fuck.”
I rush inside to see my wife standing with a palette and a paintbrush in her hands while staring at her feet. Her eyes dart to me, then she frowns. “Put away the gun. My water broke.”
Christ.
I quickly shove my gun into the waistband of my pants. “I fucking thought you were being attacked.”
“Oh, Jesus,” she gasps, the palette and brush falling from her hands. She bends over at the waist, groaning painfully. “The baby is coming, and just like his father, he’s freaking impatient.”
Wrapping my arm around her, I help her to walk, but when she doubles over again, I sweep her up into my arms and carry her out of the house to where the helicopter is on standby.
I’ve made every possible arrangement well in advance. There’s even a packed bag for Abigail and our unborn son waiting on the aircraft.
“I can walk,” she says. “The contractions have passed.”
I set her down on her feet so I can pull my phone from my pocket and quickly call the doctor I have on speed dial.
“Yes, Mr. Vetrov?”
“Abigail’s water broke. We’re on our way.”
“Everything is ready,” he assures me before we hang up.
I dial Mom’s number, and as soon as she answers the phone, I say, “Abigail’s in labor. Meet us at the hospital.”
