Page 119 of Slap Shot Daddies

Meanwhile, Braden, ever the playful spirit, playfully pretends to nibble on baby toes, eliciting peals of laughter from the girls, their new found giggles like music filling the air.

A surge of warmth fills my chest, my heart swelling with love and gratitude. I know they're all out there, lovingly caring for our precious trio while I prepare for the day ahead.

Today isn't just about exchanging vows—it's the dawn of a new chapter, the foundation of our forever together.

Drawing a deep, steadying breath, I wrap the silky robe more snugly around my body, feeling its cool, smooth fabric against my skin.

With a sense of anticipation, I step into the bathroom, ready to transform into a bride. This transformation will require professional help.

I need to make sure I don’t miss my start time at the spa.

The spa is an oasis of tranquility, the air thick with the soothing aroma of eucalyptus mingling with the floral sweetness of lavender and rose.

I lie face down on a plush, heated massage table, exhaling deeply as the masseuse's expert fingers work their magic on my tense muscles.

Her hands glide over my shoulders and back, unraveling the knots that have accumulated over months of stress and long work hours.

Once my muscles are relaxed, a body scrub treatment begins. The textured blend of sea salt and essential oils gently exfoliates my skin, creating a pleasant tingling sensation.

As the scrub is rinsed away, my skin feels unbelievably smooth and renewed. Next, a cool, refreshing facial follows, the mask soothing and rejuvenating my tired skin, leaving it with a radiant glow.

My hairdresser artfully styles my hair into cascading waves, the soft curls tumbling down my shoulders. She expertly pins back the sides with delicate pearl clips, adding a touch of elegance and sophistication.

My nails are meticulously manicured, each one coated in a soft blush pink polish that catches the light with every movement.

I pause for a moment in front of a floor-length mirror, taking in my reflection once they are done. The transformation is striking, I appear ethereal, poised, and ready for the day ahead.

Sliding into the backseat of the waiting Limo, anticipation bubbles within me, not just for the wedding ceremony, but for the adventure that follows.

Reggie, always the romantic, has orchestrated a dream honeymoon, a two-week escape to the rugged beauty of Scotland. Our flight departs in just a few short hours. As the car pulls away, a small, contented smile graces my lips.

I can hardly wait to begin this new chapter.

The Limo snakes its way down the long, winding road, bordered by Minnesota's vast farmland that unfurls into the horizon like a green and gold quilt.

The sun warms the air and a gentle breeze carries with it the sweet, earthy aroma of wildflowers newly bloomed and the rich, damp scent of soil soaked by last night's rainstorm.

As I step out of the Limo, a sense of awe fills me as I take in the wedding venue, a picturesque estate styled like a barn, nestled amidst the endless fields.

The ceremony is set to take place outside, beneath a white wooden arch, gracefully adorned with cascading wisteria that sways gently in the breeze.

Inside the bridal suite, my eyes are drawn to my wedding dress hanging elegantly on a pearl-studded hanger. The soft laceglimmers in the sunlight that streams through the tall window, casting delicate patterns on the floor.

I slip into the dress, carefully smoothing the fabric over my curves, and then I turn to face the ornate mirror.

My breath catches in my throat. On the vanity, a small black box rests quietly, a note tucked beneath it. The handwritten words read, "From all of us, our forever bride."

With fingers trembling from emotion, I lift the lid of the box. Inside lies a diamond necklace, its brilliance almost blinding, with three large, colorful birthstones nestled within, each representing one of our precious children.

Tears well up, blurring my vision as I stand there, overwhelmed by love. They never stop showering me with their affection and generosity.

The music crescendos as I step into the aisle, the soft crunch of rose petals beneath my heels grounding me in the moment.

Braden stands at the altar, grinning beneath the little arch, his tuxedo perfectly tailored to his athletic frame, every seam meticulously aligned.

But it’s not just him.

Ambrose stands to the side, cradling Daisy and Lily, the two girls wrapped in matching lace dresses that flutter like tiny wings when they move.

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