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One of the pinnacles of my life.
Then it hits me. Our baby will be bornthisyear. It sinks in for the umpteenth time, yet it’s still seems so surreal.
With my free hand, I cover hers with mine, wishing I could feel our child move again, but it’s overly optimistic given all the layers of clothing between us and our offspring.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper in her ear.
But of course Rhia, who’s standing next to us, hears.
“Not before you cut the cake,” she announces. “We have to adhere to some traditions.”
Ella chuckles at the exasperated look I throw her.
“Patience,” she whispers. “Anticipation is the best foreplay, isn’t it?”
I groan. “I’ve been anticipating my wedding night all my life, and especially since I met you. You have to admit, I’ve been patient.”
She lifts an eyebrow, amused. “We met in August. Everything is happening rather fast. And you’ve been ravishing me almost from the beginning. How is that patient?”
I disagree. I wanted to marry her the moment she entered my life.
Ignoring her comment, I steer us to the cake table.
“Let’s cut this cake so we can begin our honeymoon,” I say, not at all feeling in the mood for sweets… well, not cake anyway.
“Yes, husband,” my wife says, putting on a tone of submission. I know better than to believe it.
“Fuck. I love hearing you call me that,” I all but growl.
“Husband… husband… husband,” she chimes happily.
That’s it.
I can’t take it anymore. I need to have her to myself. NOW!
I bend low and pick her up, steering us toward the snowmobile. Her arms come around my neck, holding on and laughing.
“What about the cake?” she asks with mock outrage as the others cheer us on.
“Forget about the cake.”
Ella keeps wriggling. “We haven’t even said goodbye to the others,” she chastises.
“Don’t care,” the caveman in me replies.
When I reach the snowmobile, I gently place her on the seat. She swings her legs over to straddle it while I fetch her puffer jacket and help her in it. Holding out her gloves, she slides her hands in. I don’t like that it hides her rings.
Ella watches me with a smile as I tighten the velcro straps. When I’m done, she lifts herself off the seat and takes my face into her hands, the gloves rough on my skin. She pulls me closer for a kiss that lets me forget this freezing winter setting.
“Where are you taking me, husband?” She emphasizes the last word, batting her long eyelashes at me.
I growl once more. I swear she’s doing it on purpose now.
“You’ll see,” is all I say as I retrieve a balaclava from the storage compartment and attempt to pull it over her head.
“Seriously, a balaclava, Tiero? I’ll look like a gangster, not a bride.”
“Trust me, in a few minutes you’ll be thanking me. We’re going on a bit of a journey.”
