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I let my shoulders sag, and his laughter has my belly tightening. He kisses my jaw as he does his pants back up, and then he reaches for the dress. He helps me put it on, and to my surprise, the light-blue strapless dress fits, but my belly does pull up the front of the skirt. It looks like one of those dresses that are long in the back but short in the front. It’s not supposed to be like that, but it doesn’t look bad, thankfully.

Alex lifts my foot to put on my HEYDUDES since they are the only shoes I can wear right now. All the other shoes dig into my feet, and Alex doesn’t like that at all. I’d say he has a foot fetish, but he says it’s only my feet that he’s obsessed with. He rubs my ankles before kissing each one and then standing up to look down at me. “Stunning. You’re going to have the bride feeling bad about herself.”

I snort at that. “You’re too much.”

He threads my arm through his. “But you love me,” he tells me, kissing my nose.

As I gaze up into his eyes, a dreamy feeling fills me from head to toe. “I do. So much.”

And I always will.

CHAPTER 34

Alex

Elliot has been fidgeting in her seat since we left home.

“Are you struggling?”

She cuts her eyes to me. “Huh?”

“You’re squirming. I should have sucked that pretty pussy before we left, relaxed you a bit.”

Her face heats as she gives me a small smirk. “As much as I would want that, it’s not that. My damn back is hurting.”

Concern blasts through me. “I’m sorry, mi sol. We should have taken your car.”

She moves to her side and holds her stomach. “Probably, ugh. I feel like he’s got his elbows in my ribs and his feet are trying to escape my pussy.”

I gawk at her. “That can’t happen, right?”

I’ve read every pregnancy book I can get my hands on, and I’m pretty sure I’d remember reading if that could happen.

A strained laugh leaves her lips. “No, he’s in the right position. So, really, it’s his hands trying to break free and his feet in my ribs.”

I blink. “Do we need to go to the hospital?”

She shakes her head. “No, he isn’t coming. He’s just making me uncomfortable.”

Guilt floods me. “I’m sorry, mami.” I rub her belly. “You are so strong, and I couldn’t have picked a stronger woman to be the mother of my baby.”

“You didn’t choose me.”

“Depends how you look at it. I knew I wanted you, fate put a baby in your belly, and guess what, I’m going to keep choosing you.”

Her eyes soften as she covers my hand with hers. “There has been no one but you, Alejandro.”

My eyes sparkle with hers. “About time you realized that.”

She snorts. “I always knew, just fought it.”

“Pointless, huh? Since I’m yours.”

“Totally.” We share a smile, but then she groans. “I love you, but I also hate you a bit for knocking me up with a kid who is dead set on busting out of my skin.”

I chuckle as I rub the back of her hand. “Hate me all you want, mami. I’ll remind you why you love me when I’m between your legs later.”

She lets out a breathy laugh as I turn down the drive to the little white chapel. I spent all day here yesterday, helping Ciaran with an arch made of all their favorite romance books. I teased him relentlessly for his love of romance, but then I found myself reading one as we ate lunch. I’m not a reader, but I wanted more ideas for how to woo my girl.

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