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Soon, the wedding planner enters and ushers us into the primary space. Hairstylists and makeup artists touch up the girls before we pose for the cameras for group photos.
When we exit the chapel, I laugh at the coach led by four horses with a driver and two footmen waiting to take us back to the château. Their liveries, just as formal as my white-tie attire, harken to days of the centuries past.
Once settled in the coach, I lean over to Blair and ask, “How’s your fairy-tale wedding so far, Mon Amour?”
Her smile shines brighter than the stars and millions of tiny lights. I warm in its luminosity.
“Unbelievable! Better than I ever imagined! Thank you, Daddy,” she responds breathlessly. “But nothing will compare to the consummation of our marriage…”
Forget twitching. My cock lengthens down my leg in anticipation of a warmth even better than Blair’s smile.
I smirk and respond, “What are you waiting for?”
Her laughter rings out. Then she replies, “Soon Daddy, soon.”
We ride along holding hands and recounting our parties and the ceremony. As she bobs her head and moves her hand in her enthusiasm, the jewels glint in the sun. There’s no mistaking Blair Thomas is Blair Montaigne. Mine. All mine.
Moments later, the emcee introduces us, and we enter the ballroom to cheers. I raise my wife’s hand high, and she sashays alongside of me. We grin and wave to our guests as we make our way to the dance floor.
The opening strains of Édith Piaf’s “L’Hymne à l’Amour” begin. I surprised my wife with the selection since it reminds me of our love never ending.
She peeps up at me with her cerulean blue orbs and smiles knowingly. Then she gasps when the soulful voice of Celine Dion fills the room. She swivels her head to see her as she strides onto the stage where the band plays. She smiles in greeting as she serenades us.
I wrap my arms around my wife and pull her as close as her babies bump allows. Her arms reach up and around my neck as she whispers the words to me, eyes shine with tears.
Her parents join us, followed by the rest of our wedding party, then guests. When it’s time for the toasts, Roderick rises and takes the mic.
“Luc, we’ve been best friends for decades. So, it pleases me to welcome you into our family as Blair’s husband,” he says. “You prove to be a man worthy of Blair and of her love that never wavered for you. May you have many years of love and happiness.”
My wife gasps and sobs. I bite my lip to hold back a cry of my own. Rod’s words touch me deeply. I nod and raise my Champagne flute in salute as I wrap my arm around her shoulders.
Her sister takes the mic from Rod. She gives Blair a moment to collect herself before she starts her toast.
“Blair, so many times I tried to play matchmaker for you. I insisted you go out since you rarely went on a date”—Jillian pauses and smiles at me—“All along, her heart belonged to you, Luc. I am so happy for you, Blair. Your wish came true, and I hope the rest come to fruition, too.”
My wife mouths her thanks and raises her flute to her sister. I smile and do the same.
The rest of the evening is a dream, and soon it’s time for us to leave. I need to be alone with my wife. And have her make good on her promise of a wedding night I’ll never forget.
“Excuse me, ladies. But it’s time for my wife and I to leave,” I announce as I reach her and the girls.
They cheer and push her in my direction.
She blushes at their suggestive jokes and waves over her shoulder as she takes my arm.
Once we’re in a golf cart—after being stopped by countless well-wishers—I cup her face and kiss her breathless. She sighs and leans into me.
“Where are we going?” She asks as I start the engine.
I wink and tell her it’s a surprise.
She giggles and adjusts in her seat to look around for clues as we drive through the estate’s grounds. When the sparkling facade of the Le Petit Palais near the Loire River appears around a bend, she swivels her head to me with wide eyes.
I grin but don’t say a word.
“Oh, Luc! It’s gorgeous!”
Before us stands the love nest built by one of my ancestors for his bride. Lit up outside by fairy lights and inside by candles. It’s a jewelry box set amid a French garden with the Loire River in the background and millions of stars in the inky sky above.
