Page 95 of The Healing Touch

He ignored the minister and swept his mouth over hers in the gentlest kiss he’d ever bestowed upon any woman.

“I love you,Krasivaya. Thank you for marrying me and giving me the most precious gift in the world. Not only your heart, but the gift of our daughter.”

“A girl?” she whispered, desperately trying not to bawl.

“Yes, it’s a girl with her mommy’s beautiful brown eyes. I made up my mind last night. She’s going to be a daddy’s girl, and you can teach her how to kick the little shits right in the balls when they mess with her.”

“Dimitri!”

They all heard his mother’s shout.

“Sorry, Mama.”

The minister laughed. “We’ve heard worse. Now, Dimitri, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife to have and to…”

“I do,” he interrupted the preacher. “Becca, do you take me as your husband?”

“I do.”

Dimitri stared pointedly at Elvis, who laughed harder, but he took the hint.

“I know pronounce you both husbands and wives. You may kiss your brides.”

“Finally,” Becca muttered and melted against him when his lips crashed onto hers. He kissed her until she had no air left.

“I love you,Krasivaya.”

“I love you too, Dimitri.”

They turned to face the family, and Becca gasped. She ripped herself away from Dimitri and ran straight at Mason.

He was holding up a tablet with a man sitting in a chair, the biggest grin on his face Dimitri had ever seen. He was also the spitting image of his wife.

Jackson Rhodes.

At least they’d given him clothes to wear instead of an orange jumpsuit.

“Hey, little bird.”

“I can’t believe it.” Becca brushed tears away. “How…”

“You can thank Conner. I’m not sure what he did, but I got to watch the whole ceremony. I’m so proud of you, little bird.”

Tears streamed down her face. She hadn’t seen her brother in almost three years. Her finger traced the outline of his face. She missed him so much.

“Hey, now, no tears. Old ladies don’t cry. They take names and kick ass.”

“I just miss you so much.”

“I know, Becca. I miss you too. I love you, little bird. You take care of my nephew until I can get to you. I’m getting out in a few months. Good behavior.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Didn’t want to say anything until I was sure it was a done deal, but I’ll see you soon, little bird. Congratulations.” His eyes shifted behind her, and his face hardened. She knew it was Dimitri.

“You hurt her or my nephew, and you’re dead.”

“Niece,” Dimitri corrected him. “And I won’t. I’ve never hurt her once in almost eleven years. I’ll take care of her and our daughter. I swear it.”

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