The Wrong Mr. Right (The Queen's Cove Series #2)(108)

“Good morning,” I whispered back, aware that everyone was listening to us.

He pulled back to look down into my eyes. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“With you, I do.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m surprised you’re in a suit. Don’t get me wrong, you look incredible.” I gave him a quick heated smile that told him how much I was looking forward to getting him out of it later, and that familiar roguish grin crossed his face. “I half expected you to wear a wetsuit.”

He laughed, and my heart squeezed at the sound.

Wyatt kept his arm firm around my shoulder and turned to the group. “Let’s do this before my girl changes her mind.”

Everyone laughed, myself included.

I shook my head, smile ear to ear. “Not a chance.”

Emmett performed the ceremony there on the beach to the sounds of the waves rolling in and to Avery and Veena and, who I was pretty sure was Holden, sniffling. The sun slowly rose, the sky changed colors and Wyatt held my hand. He rubbed his thumb over my skin while watching me with all the love and adoration and euphoria that I felt for him.

Emmett said the words that bound us together and Wyatt placed the simple band with a pale blue stone onto my finger.

Blue like the dress you wore at Emmett’s wedding, he had said when we saw it in the jewelry store a few weeks ago in Australia. The first time I realized how beautiful you were.

I slipped the silver band onto his finger, and he leaned down to kiss me, pulling me into his chest and reminding me that we belonged to each other.

I had so much to lose with him, but I was going to be brave and love him with my whole heart.

My dad watched with a proud smile on his face, and my heart panged, thinking about my mom, missing her and wishing she could see me now, but grateful that I knew her. Grateful that she lived on in my bookstore and in my memories.

Later, after the families had brunch at our house and had gone home, Wyatt dragged me into our bedroom.

“Let’s have a nap.” He kissed my neck as he backed me toward the bed.

“A nap, huh?” I grinned and then gasped as his teeth scored the sensitive skin beneath my ear. His hand was already working at my zipper and I pushed his jacket off.

“Mhm.” The low, hungry cadence of his voice sent a zing of desire through me and I made quick work of the buttons on his shirt.

I turned my head to meet his mouth and he groaned deep in his chest when he coaxed my lips apart. The slow glide of our mouths drugged me and made my head float.

“Hey, bookworm?” He pushed the dress off my shoulders and it pooled at my feet. His hands found the top of my strapless bra and he slid the cups down and pinched me, pulling a light moan from my mouth.

“Mmm?” I nipped his bottom lip.

“Remember that conversation we had the other day?” His breath tickled my mouth.

“Which one?” My bra lay discarded on the floor somewhere next to his pants, and I leaned into his warm hand on my chest, loving the way he knew exactly how to touch me. One of my hands rested on his hard chest and the other palmed his stiff erection. I thrummed between my legs with every brush of his fingers on me.

“Oh, shit,” he breathed against my mouth, clenching his eyes closed as I stroked. “The conversation about having a baby.”

My hand stilled on his cock and I opened my eyes. Wyatt had casually brought up the idea of having children a couple weeks ago and asked how I felt about it. I liked the idea of having a baby with him, but I was scared of the whole pregnancy, childbirth, and baby-shooting-out-of-my-ladyparts situation.

But I loved him and he’d be an amazing father. We had so much love for each other. I wanted to love someone the way my mom and dad loved me.

“I remember.”

His hands came to my hair and he tucked a strand behind my ear. “I think we should start.”

I inhaled a deep breath with wide eyes, gaze locked with him. “You want to have a baby now.”

He smiled and nodded. “I love you. And seeing everyone today, all together,” his throat worked and he blinked, “it made me want that but with our own family. We love each other so much.”

I nodded and gave him a soft smile. “Yeah, we do.” I pulled in another shaky breath. “A baby.” I nodded to myself. “A real baby.”

He laughed and pressed a kiss to my temple.

“I’m scared,” I admitted. “Not just of babies. What if we screw it up?”

He nodded. “Yeah, we might. But I don’t think we will. We should be brave.”

“Brave,” I repeated, nodding. I thought about my mom, and how much she loved me, and all the memories I had with her. My heart ached in the best way. I nodded again at him and gave him a bigger smile. “Okay.”

“Okay?” His face lit up. “Are you sure? We can table it.”

I shook my head hard. “Nope. You’re right. We’ll never be ready, but I want to try. Whatever comes our way, we’ll figure it out together.”

Wyatt kissed me hard and his love filled me all the way to my toes. “I love you, bookworm.”

“I love you, too.”





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