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“You certainly were prepared, weren’t you?”

Trevor carries me to the bed, sitting down with me still in his arms. He kisses and kisses me, finally saying through a breathy laugh, “I just wanted to make sure that we could wake up tomorrow in our house.” His hand drifts down to my stomach. “In our home.”

I hug my arms around his neck. “You’re my home, Trevor.” I touch his hand resting on my stomach. “Our home. We’re not going anywhere.”

16

TREVOR

The courthouse is quieterthan I expected. The sound of our shoes against the tiled floor echoes in the stillness. My palms are sweating. I rub them against my pant leg, trying to keep my nerves in check.

There’s no fanfare of a typical wedding. No walk down the aisle. Our only guests are Rowan, Oliver, and little Rose.

Iris stands across from me, looking perfect in a simple, lace dress that goes down to her knees, tight to her body. Not traditional. No veil or anything like that. Not to mention her hair is pastel pink with a few darker pink streaks.

Her hands rest in mine, casting a shadow of the slight swell of her belly. At sixteen weeks, she’s finally starting to show. I nearly had to have her before we even left the house this morning. She’s always been beautiful to me, but as she shows the world bit by bit she’s carrying my child, I have grown desperate for her.

This is it. No pomp, no crowd, no over-the-top celebration. Just us. It's exactly how she wanted it.

The judge has a kind face, but I barely hear him as he starts to speak.

My heartbeat is in my ears, drowning out everything else. He’s saying all the right things, beautiful things, important things. But my mind is all Iris.

My Iris.

Her eyes are soft on me, lips tugging into a small smile that I’ve only ever seen her share with me. My mouth goes dry.

"Do you, Trevor, take Iris to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the judge asks.

For a second, I forget to breathe.

Then I look at her, the woman I’ve loved longer than I even realized, standing here with me. The woman carrying my child, whose brilliance I have dedicated my life to.

This moment feels both ordinary and monumental at the same time.

“I do.” The words ring more permanent than I imagined. They’re sealing something that’s been a long time coming. Something I was supposed to have months ago had I not been such a rash idiot.

As if hearing my thoughts, Iris’s hands tighten on mine.

We’re here now. That matters. We’re here andmore.

“Do you, Iris, take Trevor to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Her smile brightens, and she says directly to me, “Ido.”

I release the breath I was holding.

Now there’s no denying, no taking it back. We’re married.

It’s only a word, nothing compared to the life we’ve made and are creating together. We have a business, a home, a baby.

But knowing Iris is mine does more for me than I can say.

We go through the rest of the motions until the judge says I can kiss her.

I swallow her up in my embrace and kiss her. It’s more important than any document signed or any word said.

You’re mine. Forever.

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