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The Wedding

The day before our wedding, I’m back at the jeweler and Dominic is smiling at me. “This is certainly an interesting piece, Mr. Fletcher.”

On the velvet-lined tray between us is a beautiful heart lock necklace in white gold. It’s covered in diamonds and, like Heather’s engagement ring, it’s a bespoke design that Dominic came up with for me.

“Thank you, Dominic. It’s exactly what I envisioned.” I grin at him.

“Well, I’m happy to have been able to assist.”

Dominic shows me how to open the lock to allow the necklace to be put on, and I thank him. The craftsmanship is exquisite, and I thank him again before leaving. When I enter our apartment, Heather is relaxing on the sofa and scrolling through her phone.

She looks up and sees me, her face brightening when she does. “When do you have to leave?”

“Pretty much straight away.”

“Damn. I was hoping for one last round of engaged sex,” she laughs as she stands and walks over to me.

She wraps her arms around me and kisses me. In the last week, I’ve barely had any pain in my chest, which is nice. I was officially discharged from the hospital’s care on Thursday with no more appointments on the horizon, but I’m still glad we’re not going on our honeymoon for two more weeks, though. I want to be physically capable of doing everything I want to do on our honeymoon.

“We’ll have to make do with sub-par married sex for the rest of our lives, I guess,” I tease her.

“I’m sure we’ll make it work,” she tells me and strokes my cock through my jeans.

I laugh. “Really, no time. Michael is waiting in the SUV downstairs to take me to Galena. I just came up to get my suitcase, and also to give you your ‘something new.’”

When Heather was talking about this classic wedding tradition, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, so I’d promised I’d handle it, and organized the necklace for her to wear.

“Come with me for a minute,” I tell her, and slip the necklace box out of the shopping bag on the table before I lead her to the spare bedroom she slept in while we were separated.

She gasps when she sees the room. I decorated it with dozens of vases full of fresh flowers and blue balloons to match her eyes. I wanted to use this room as an acceptance of what happened as part of our lives moving forward. I take her over to the floor-to-ceiling windows where I’ve got an archway covered in flowers set up.

“Heather York, I’ve loved you since I was seventeen years old, and tomorrow, I get to make you my wife. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to express how honored I am that you chose to be with me, and I can’t wait to take this next step together.”

I open the necklace box and she gasps when she sees what’s inside.

“I told you that I would take care of your ‘something new,’ and I would be so incredibly honored if you would wear this tomorrow when you become my wife.”

“Of course,” she whispers.

I open the necklace and place it around her neck. It looks stunning with the diamond heart resting against her collarbone, and I kiss her softly.

When our kiss ends, she says, “I feel like I should make some kind of speech. You know I love you, Harrison, and I always will. Nothing will ever change that. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

We walk hand in hand to the bathroom, where Heather stares in the mirror at the necklace.

“I never imagined this would be what you were going to get for me.” She grins at me. “It’s the most beautiful necklace I’ve ever seen. I love it!”

“I’m glad, angel.”

It feels almost as though I’ve already given Heather my vows in this ceremony just for us. This moment is as precious and important to me as swearing my love to her in front of all of our friends, family, and acquaintances tomorrow.

I wrap my arms around her and kiss her before saying, “I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll be the one in the big dress,” she tells me.

“I just can’t wait for the point in the day when you’re the one in no dress.” I wink at her.

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