Page 55 of Twins for the Bratva

We all agreed that each of us would spend time with them and assess their intentions. “Now, for heaven’s sake, can we enjoy the wedding?” I asked, heading to the bar. I didn’t wait for a response. I only wanted to be with my bride.

Walking up to Dhalia, I hugged her tightly. “Want to cut the cake?” I asked, turning her to see the cake being brought in. I waited until they placed the three-tier cake on the stand between the blankets before guiding Dahlia to it.

We held the knife together as we cut a big piece of cake. Placing it on a plate, we fed each other a bit. Dahlia went first and smashed the piece into the side of my mouth. She giggled as everyone laughed.

“Is that how it works?” I asked lightly. Picking up the remaining piece from the plate, I softly pressed it into her face. I avoided her eyes but caught her nose, cheeks, and chin. We laughed as we licked each other's faces. After visiting the bathroom and cleaning ourselves, we had a round of drinks with each family.

We saw Mila and Aleksandr having a drink at the bar. They appeared to be enjoying each other’s company. Maybe the alliance wasn’t such a bad idea.

After taking a couple of bites from our picnic basket, I felt ready to leave. Kissing her neck, I whispered. “Sugar, want to leave with me?”

Smiling back at me she nodded her head as she replied. “Yes, take me away. Anywhere, wherever you want to go, baby.”

I took her hand and led her to the car. We slipped out while everyone else was busy eating. I had arranged with Piotr to handle the after-party. He knew we would be leaving early but didn’t know when.

As we pulled away, Dahlia glanced back. “Aren’t they going to miss us?” she asked.

“I’m sure they will, but it is time to go,” I said, squeezing her leg.

“Where are we going?” she asked innocently.

“To the airport, sugar,” I replied, smiling at her.

Once we arrived at the airport, I collected the two bags I packed. As we stood in the line, I turned to her. “Pick a number from one to five sugar.”

Dahlia looked at me, stunned. “What do you mean pick a number?” she enquired.

“Don’t worry, it’s not dangerous. Just pick one,” I urged her on.

I watched as she rubbed her ear. She always did this when she was about to make a hard choice. “Okay, number four then,” she said.

“Great choice and just in time,” I said as we stepped up to the counter. “Two tickets to Hawaii, please,” I said to the lady behind the desk. “First class to leave as soon as possible.”

The woman nodded, typed on her keyboard, and smiled at us. I paid and collected the tickets. “You board at gate five in ten minutes; enjoy your holiday,” she said.

Glancing at Dahlia, she appeared shocked. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth hung open. I felt sure she wanted to say something, but nothing was coming out. “Sugar,” I said, dropping our bags. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Hawaii,” she uttered. “Are we going to Hawaii?”

Flooding with relief, I picked up the bags as I spoke. “Yes, sugar. We are going to Hawaii.”

Dahlia held my arm as we moved through the people to gate five. Once we boarded the plane, I could relax. We were on our way to our honeymoon. Tapping her leg, I spoke softly. “Get some rest, sugar. I will wake you before we land.”

The flight was peaceful and pleasant. I sat staring at Dahlia the entire time. She was so perfect, and she was mine. I woke Dahlia as the pilot announced our landing. We collected our luggage and rented a vehicle. Driving up and down the street, I let her pick a hotel.

After checking in, we headed to our suite. Dahlia was amazed as he giggled and turned in circles through every room. Flopping down on the sofa after her exploration, she sat downand smiled at me. “Would you like to explore the island or rest some more?” I asked, sitting next to her.

“Exploring,” Dahlia said, jumping up.

“Alright, I heard of this lovely stretch of beach we should check out,” I said as we headed out.

We drove a short distance and parked the car. The sun was starting to set, and the island felt alive. It was the most magnificent sunset I had ever seen, and she agreed it was perfect. Sitting on the white sand, we were greeted by the early evening breeze, like an old friend. It brought along the fine smell of fruit and flowers adding to our relaxing experience.

After a while, we headed back to the hotel. We shared a soothing hot bubble bath and settled in for the night.

The next morning, we were up early as we had a couple’s massages scheduled. After that, we enjoyed the rest of the morning lazing around the pool. We explored some more of the island and ate supper at a small little shack on the beach.

Dahlia complained only about the swimwear that suddenly didn’t fit as it should. We scoured every shop for two days until we found something she was comfortable in. Being able to swim every day made her happy. Most of our week proceeded similarly.

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