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Lifting my skirt, I sweep into the bathroom. I carefully settle onto the toilet, do my business, wipe and...
There's a tiny red stain on the tissue.
My period.
"Shit," I whisper. On my wedding day?
But I'm also grinning from relief.
It's not that I don't want Damien's baby—I do. Just not now. We're going to have to figure out how my cholesterol condition affects a pregnancy. If we want to take the risk of passing along my faulty genes.
So, am I happy to see my period come? Hell, yeah.
While trying not to drag my gown in the toilet, I reach for my makeup bag on the counter and grab a tampon.There.
I wash up, check my makeup one last time, and practicallyflutter out of the suite and down the hotel corridor to the garden. When I get to the beginning of the red carpet that's covered in white rose petals, I pause.
Damien's at the far end of the carpet, underneath a rose-covered trellis.
As I walk toward him, I grin. Not only does he look incredibly handsome in his tux, but his face is soft and smooth.
He reaches his hand out, and I take it.
"You shaved," I murmur. He looks so young. And gorgeous. I fight the urge to run my fingers through his short dark hair.
I glance into the first row of seats, where my mom is in a hot pink dress and matching turban with Beau at her side. We blow each other kisses, and my eyes well with tears.
Blinking them back, I glance at Damien's brother Remy, standing next to him and looking uncomfortable in his tux. And then down to Chunky, who is sitting near the minister's sandal-clad foot, wearing a black bow tie around his beefy neck.
This is really happening.
Laurie, the minister, beams at us both. As she speaks and as we recite our simple vows, I can hear the blood rushing in my ears. Lauren hands me Damien's ring, and I almost drop it as I put it on his big finger.
I'm so nervous that I feel a little unsteady, and I'm thankful that Damien's sliding the ring on my finger and not letting go of my hand.
"I do," I say.
"I do," he says.
We're both shaking.
"I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," Laurie says.
Damien cups my face and dips his head, his smooth face warm next to mine. The kiss is unhurried, sensual.Perfect. Ishut my eyes, and he kisses me a little harder. It's such a captivating kiss that I almost forget there's several dozen people watching.
I am kissing my husband.
There's cheering and clapping. A tear streams out of the corner of my eye.
We break apart and my eyelids flip open.
"I..." I smile.
His lips part. "Love," he murmurs.
"I love you," we both say at the same time.
We we kiss again, this time while laughing. Then we walk down the aisle.
