Page 52 of The Billionaire's Sweet Rescue
We quickly fell back into step with one another, this time free to explore and admit how much we cared about each other. It has been the happiest year of my life. And when Alex suggested we plan a big ceremony to renew our wedding vows, I couldn't have been more thrilled. He said it would be his chance to make things right.
That had been six months ago, and now I stood in the white ball gown of my dreams, more nervous to walk down the aisle today than I had been to go to court last year. So much had changed, and while I was not sure what this next year would hold for us, I was confident that I loved Alex more than I ever thought it possible to love another person.
Music started to play, and my nerves bubbled up.
“That’s us, dearie.”
Asta smiled at me as she looped my arm through hers. She had cried when I asked her to walk me down the aisle. But without my father here to do the honors, Asta was the perfect fit. After all, if she did not talk sense into Alex, there would be no telling how things might have turned out.
We walked in time down the white runner, and my eyes dashed between the guests. Alex had flown all our family and friends to Voss for the occasion, and I cherished having so many wonderful people close. But when my eyes found Alex, everything else faded away. He smiled wide as he watched my approach; I could've sworn I saw a tear. Asta handed me off to Alex once we reached his side and his warm hand enveloped mine.
I didn't hear half of what the priest said. His words floated over me as I took in every inch of my husband. I heard every word Alex said, however, as he promised to love, listen, and cherish me for the rest of our lives.
The rest of the ceremony and reception passed by in a blur; I had spent the last six months planning this day, and it flew by faster than I could realize. We danced and ate and celebrated with everyone we loved. And even though the main events were over, I was still nervous. Alex seemed to notice as he whispered in my ear while we danced -
“What’s wrong, my love?”
I shivered as he spoke, loving the way it felt.
“Nothing is wrong.”
“Then why are you so nervous?” he asked, clearly not believing me.
“Because I don’t know how you’ll react to what I need to tell you.”
He stopped our swaying then and looked deep into my eyes.
"You can tell me anything. I just promised you in front of all our friends and family that I would listen to you and love you no matter what."
"I know we have not discussed this; you have mentioned wanting a family, but I didn't know if that meant now or later."
“Agotia. What are you saying?” he asked, excitement building in his voice. “Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?”
I nodded slowly before saying the words, “I’m pregnant.”
He moved instantly, picking me up in his arms and swinging me around the floor, laughing the entire time. When he set me down, we had the whole room's attention, but neither of us seemed to notice as he bent to kiss me soundly.
"I told you I wanted everything with you, and I meant it," he said. "We have just begun our adventure, and I am so excited to see what's next."
