Page 48 of Harmonizing Hearts

“I’m dying to see you, baby girl.” I can feel his nervousness even if he tries to play cool.

I step closer and hug him from behind, “I love you, Daddy.” I whisper to him. I needed this hug more than anything else.

His hand squeezes mine, “I need to see you, baby.”

The urge in his voice makes me giggle, “Okay,” I release him and step backward.

When Jax turns around his eyes widen as he takes me in the sight. His breath catches, and I can see a glistening of tears forming in his eyes. “Emma,” he whispers in awe, his voice choked with emotion. “You look absolutely breathtaking.”

A lump forms in my throat as I catch sight of his tear-filled eyes. I never imagined wearing a wedding dress could evoke such powerful emotions.

Walking closer, Jax reaches out to touch the delicate lace that adorns my shoulder. His touch is gentle, reverent, as if he’s afraid I might disappear if he holds me too tightly. Tears spill out as he drops on his knees while caressing my womb. He rests his forehead on it and then kisses it. “I’m going to love mommy forever and more,” his eyes lock with mine. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to be marrying you, Em.”

Tears escape my own eyes as I take in his words, feeling the weight of his love and commitment. The journey we’ve been on, the challenges we’ve faced, have led us to this moment of pure joy and celebration.

As Jax wipes away a tear from his cheek, I reach out and take his hand, squeezing it tightly. “I’ve always been yours, Jax. I told you I hooked you up.”

He smiles while scoops me up and swirls me around, “Then say I do.” We still need to work on his fears. In the last period I could sense he’s afraid of losing me. His childhood scars are still there and I want to erase them. Jax and the babies mean everything to me.

The wedding, the dress, the photoshoot—it’s all a reflection of the love we have for each other and the life we’re building. And with each passing moment, I feel the depth of our connection grow, anchoring us together in a bond that is unbreakable.

As the sun begins to set, casting a warm glow over the picturesque venue, the wedding reception is in full swing. The sound of laughter and music fills the air, creating an atmosphere of pure joy and celebration. I can see familiar faces, friends and family members, mingling with famous celebrities who have joined us to honor this special day. Even though I wanted an intimate wedding, I knew the press would have a say on it and I don’t need rumors to be spread. After all, the more we are the merrier.

The vibrant beats of the music envelop us, urging guests to take to the dance floor. The energy is contagious, and I find myself getting lost in the rhythm, twirling and spinning alongside Jax and our crazy family. My husband and I laugh and exchange whispers of love, relishing the magical ambiance that surrounds us. I counted ten photographers, their cameras clicking furiously, capturing every second of this memorable day. Their presence is both exhilarating and overwhelming, as I try my best to remain natural and at ease in front of their lenses. Yet, in the midst of the chaos, I can’t help but feel a sense of gratitude, knowing that they will encapsulate forever the love and joy we feel today.

Our first dance as husband and wife begins, and Jax and I take center stage. The room falls into a hushed silence as our song fills the air, and all I can focus on is the way Jax’s hand feels in mine, his gaze locked on me with a love that speaks volumes. We move together, our steps in perfect harmony, as if the world around us fades into the background, leaving only the two of us in this enchanting moment.

The choreography that Angel, Jill, and I had spent countless hours perfecting comes to life as they join us on the dance floor, along with Matthew, Charlie, Dex and Liam. Each move is executed with precision, a testament to the bond we share as friends and family. The crowd erupts in applause and cheers, their support fueling our exhilaration. It’s a moment of pure bliss, surrounded by the people we hold dear.

The night sky darkens, creating a canvas for a dazzling display of fireworks. The vibrant bursts of color light up the darkness, mesmerizing everyone in attendance. Gasps of awe fill the air, mingling with the symphony of laughter and chatter. It’s as if the heavens themselves are celebrating our union, showering us with their radiant blessings.

With the cake standing tall, adorned with intricate designs of roses and tiny flowers that look adorable, I start to feel more emotional than ever. The room erupts with applause and laughter as Jax and I hold the knife together, cutting into the sweet confection. What none of our guests can imagine is that we'll be revealing the gender of our babies tonight. Blue and pink fireworks illuminate the sky behind us. Trish is the first one to get the hint. Whistles and applause erupt as we feed each other the first bite, the sky above us is illuminated once again, this time with a cascade of sparklers, showering us with their magical glow.

Amid the celebration, I remember that I haven’t thrown the bouquet yet. Instead of following tradition, I decide to have a little fun. Teasingly I hold the bouquet above my head, making everyone wait for it. But then, I turn around and shrug while looking for my target. My eyes find Dex, standing off to the side, a hint of sadness in his gaze. I make my way toward him, determined to bring a smile to his face. I reach out and place the bouquet in his hands.

“Don’t give up on love, Dex. Your happiness is out there waiting for you.”

Jax told me a little about what’s going on with Dex and I feel so bad not being able to help him. I’d have done everything to bring that Samantha here. At least they would have talked. Fight even. But I’m not like Angel. I’m not good at helping people as she is but I’m pretty sure she’ll push him or kick his ass to face her.

“You’re next, pal,” Jax says, leaving him speechless. Love, after all, knows no boundaries and has the power to transform lives.

Will he be mad at me? For sure.

Do I care? No.

As the night draws to a close, Jax and I bid farewell to our loved ones, their smiles and well-wishes lingering in our hearts. We step into the waiting car, ready to embark on our next adventure together. In the backseat, I rest my head on Jax’s shoulder, feeling the warmth of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

While the car takes us on a journey to the airport, the world outside passes by in a blur of city lights and familiar landscapes. We hold hands, reflecting on the magical day we’ve just shared, recounting the moments that made our hearts soar while my feet scream for help.

“Do you think he’ll move on from Samantha?” I ask while Luke drives in silence.

“Her shadow consumes him and honestly I’m wondering what happened.” Jax kisses my head. “He needs to face her or move on. I can’t stand the sadness eating him up.”

“Do we know anything about her?” I ask while eventually getting rid of my heels.

“Not much,” he circles me with his arm, “but we’ll kick his ass once we’re back.”

I nod, noticing Luke shaking his head.

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