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I will never forget when my dad saw me for the first time in my dress.

I had chosen a classic, elegant gown: long, lace sleeves, and a sweetheart neckline that made me feel like a princess.

I walked down the aisle on my father's arm, my heart pounding with excitement and love as I caught sight of Christopher waiting for me at the altar.

He looked so handsome in his tailored suit, his eyes shining with emotion as he watched me approach. When I reached him, he took my hands in his, squeezing them gently as if to reassure himself that this was real, that we had made it to this moment despite everything we'd been through.

The preacher asked who was giving me away, and my dad reluctantly murmured, “If I have to.” Everyone laughed at him, including me and Christopher.

The reception was a blur of dancing, laughter, and love. We were surrounded by our closest friends and family, all there to celebrate our new beginning as husband and wife. I couldn't stop smiling, my heart full of overwhelming happiness.

As the night went on, I found myself stealing moments with Christopher whenever we could. We snuck away from the party, sneaking kisses.

Our daughter Miracle was the cutest little flower girl with Ronny and Olivia’s daughter Madeline who’s a couple of months younger than Miracle.

At one point, we found ourselves alone on a balcony overlooking the mountains. The cool night air wrapped around us as we leaned against the railing, Christopher's arms around me.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my skin.

"I love you too," I replied, turning to face him and wrapping my arms around his neck.

We’re going off on a cruise for our honeymoon, and this is the first time we’re leaving our baby girl who’s only a year old.

Now, sitting here with my family—my husband, our daughter, our unborn son, and my father—I'm overwhelmed by how far we've come. The fear and pain that once shadowed my days have faded, replaced by a deep sense of peace and pure happiness.

Christopher kisses the back of my hand, right above my ring. In that simple gesture, I feel all the love and support that has carried us through the darkest of times.

"I love you," I mouth silently to him, my heart swelling with emotion.

"I love you too," he mouths back.

Miracle babbles happily in her high chair, smacking her hands onto the high chair table that has scrambled eggs on it and making them fly everywhere.

One piece flies off the table and into the air, sailing directly on top of my dad’s head.

I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh, but then Miracle shoots him a toothy grin like she did it on purpose.

We all burst out laughing. “Miss Girl, I think you’re going to be trouble.”

My dad takes off with Miracle to their house down the road. I’m lucky if she is with me during the day because everyone wants some Miracle snuggles.

I lean back in bed, groaning at the weight easing off my back. I’m around four months pregnant and so far it’s been smooth sailing.

Christopher is practically running up the stairs to get to me. Did I mention I’m buck-ass naked?

He stops dead in his tracks at the sight of me and lifts his fist to his mouth, biting down and groaning. “Fuck me.” His eyes darken and he reaches behind him. I hear the clicking of the lock.

Christopher's eyes darken with desire as he takes in my naked form sprawled across the bed. He stalks toward me with predatory grace, shedding his clothes as he approaches.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he growls, climbing onto the bed and hovering over me. His hand trails down my side, coming to rest on the curve of my belly. "Even more gorgeous carrying my son."

I shiver at his touch, heat pooling low in my abdomen. Pregnancy has made me hypersensitive, every brush of his fingers sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

"I need you," I breathe, pulling him down for a searing kiss.

Christopher responds with passion, his lips moving hungrily against mine as his hands roam my body.

He takes his time worshipping every inch of me with his mouth and hands, paying special attention to my swollen breasts and rounded belly. By the time he finally enters me, I'm a quivering mess of need.

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