Page 209 of Sinning for Santa

Devon - Part 2

Themusic fades out, and another rush of excitement bursts through me as Izzy takes my hand and places it in Jaxcen’s.

How can a four year old be so in tune with what’s happening?

That kid is smarter than I thought possible. She never misses a beat, and today is no exception.

“Here Mummy and Daddy. It’s time for you to get married.”

Jaxcen’s smile is warm as she leans over and places a kiss on Izzy’s cheek, who beams and reaches out for Harry’s hand and I lower him to the ground.

Jen and Elise are nearby, holding their hands out for their niece and nephew who happily go to them, finally allowing me and Jax to face each other and drink each other in fully.

I thought seeing my children all dressed up would be my weak moment, but nothing prepared me for seeing my wife-to-be, wearing an intricately beaded ivory gown with the sun shining overhead, lighting up the gold in her hair as she walked down the aisle, accompanied by our children.

“You’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” I say, not caring who can hear.

Leaning forward, her hand presses to my chest as she stands on tip toes to reach my ear.

“The devil has never looked more handsome.”

I chuckle quietly as she shifts back into place, and the celebrant begins the service.

I’ll be honest. I don’t listen to most of it. I’m too taken by the sight in front of me. By the woman that came into my life on a stormy December night in a church nearly five years ago, and even though I stole her from her life, she’s the one that stole me. Stole my heart.

We say our vows, having chosen more traditional ones, not really thinking our guests would appreciate the ones we’lllikely share during our confession rituals we still do to this very day.

We say our ‘I do’s’ and then I finally get to kiss her, before completing the formality of signing the forms and what not.

The service turns into a party not long after, something my little town does so well, and given we have a large number of extra visitors, mainly Marx family members, the partying goes well into the next morning.

I, however, leave my family and friends to it, leading Jaxcen away to the Palace, passing the suite we used to share before Izzy came into the world.

We usually keep it for guests these days, but since we need a night off from the kids, thanks to Jen and Elise staying in our house, I’m about to give Jaxcen her wedding gift while we can be alone to enjoy it.

“I thought we were going to the suite.” Jaxcen giggles as I usher her up the steep stairs into the attic.

“We’ll go there later. First, I have a surprise for you.”

She grins wickedly over her shoulder at me before we reach the top, and her eyes widen at the transformed attic space.

“Is this what I think it is?”

When those blue excited eyes dart to me, I nod.

“It is, little mouse.”

“You turned the attic into a sex dungeon?”

“Not a sex dungeon,” I chuckle. “A sex attic.”

“Same thing.” She counters, although she is smiling, her eyes wide with fascination.

“Using the chapel was getting a little…” I trail off, remembering how Izzy had come looking for us when she had a bad dream last month. It was one in the morning. We hadn’t expected her to wake up, and she knows we spend time in the chapel, although thankfully, she’s never asked us what we do in there. We were lucky the doors were locked.

“The chapel is dangerous,” Jaxcen agrees. “So regular babysitters then?” she asks, smirking over her shoulder at meas she runs a finger over the St Andrew’s Cross in the centre of the room.

“Absolutely,” I agree, and she spins to face me.

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