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Frankie's gaze followed the doctor. "Should we go to congratulate them too?"
He was eager to take her to the cabin and engage in all those strenuous things that the doctor advised against, but good manners demanded that they do.
"Let's do it quickly." He gently lifted her from the chair, pretending to be mindful of her injury.
She wound her arms around his neck and rested her cheek on his chest. "I love how strong you are."
He chuckled. "You are practically weightless." He carried her to the wheelchair that he'd parked next to the dining hall entry.
"You're such a flatterer."
He wasn't, and he wouldn't have known how to be even if he tried. Frankie was tiny, and her weight was insignificant even though the way her body molded to his was very much the opposite.
"It's the honest truth. Given that I can carry a car, you really weigh nothing to me."
She pouted. "You shouldn't have said that."
He frowned. "Why?"
Smiling, she cupped his cheek. "I'll explain some other time. You need to put me down now."
Dagor hadn't even noticed that he was standing next to the wheelchair. "What if I don't want to? Can I carry you back to your cabin? I can come for the chair tomorrow morning."
"We still need to congratulate Amanda and Dalhu, and I'm not doing it while you are holding me in your arms."
"Right." Reluctantly, he lowered her to the chair and started pushing it back into the center of the dining hall.
"What about Aru, Gabi, and Negal? Shouldn't we tell them that we are leaving?"
They were all on the dance floor, and Dagor had no wish to wiggle his way between the dancers with Frankie in her chair just to state the obvious that they were leaving.
"They'll figure it out." He navigated the chair toward the family table.
"Congratulations," Frankie said as they got within Amanda and Dalhu's earshot.
As Frankie gushed over the moving ceremony and Amanda's beautiful wedding dress, Dagor's eyes shifted to their little girl, who was in Alena's arms. The baby was a miniature of her mother, but there was a fierceness in her that was all her father's. Kian's daughter was sitting in a highchair and watching him with eyes that seemed too old and too knowing for such a young child. Physically, she was the perfect combination of her parents, but he had no doubt whose character she'd gotten. She was all Kian's fierce determination. But then she smiled at him, and as his heart melted a little, longing molded that softened tissue.
He would love to have an adorable little girl or boy like those two, a child who looked like Frankie and had her lively personality. The wistful thought brought a smile to his face, but it wilted with the realization that if Frankie was the mother of his children, his mother would never get to see them.
If he chose the selfish path and remained on Earth forever to be with Frankie, he would live with endless guilt.
His only hope would be the resistance, finally toppling the Eternal King and ending the prejudice against hybrids. With Annani at the helm, those would be gone in no time. She would never allow anyone to think less of her children, who were all hybrids.
When Frankie was done, Dagor leaned over and offered Amanda his hand. "Congratulations. The ceremony was beautiful."
The bride smiled brightly. "Thank you. I thought it was lovely, too." She shifted her gaze to Frankie. "I wish for the two of you to be as happy as Dalhu and I. As you have probably figured out, the beginning of our story was not easy, and there were many obstacles to overcome, but love persevered."
This time, Dagor was smart enough not to say anything other than thanking Amanda.
After shaking hands with Dalhu and congratulating him, Dagor and Frankie exchanged a few pleasantries with their family members who were sitting with them and then said their goodbyes and headed out.
Frankie sighed. "Can we make up an excuse for the next wedding so I can dance?"
A smile curled the corners of his lips, and he leaned over the back of the chair to whisper in her ear. "We can have a private dance in your cabin, provided that you are not tired, that is."
Frankie's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I'm not."
Exiting the reception hall, Dagor made sure that no one could see them and jogged toward the elevators, pushing the wheelchair in front of him.
