Page 94 of The Healing Touch

Hours?

Fuck that. As soon as the I-dos were said, they were going straight to the hotel room.

Minister Elvis cleared his throat and began the service. All his brothers were here. His parents were here, and…he glanced at Mason, who was filming. He hoped Becca’s brother would be able to watch the service. He knew how much it would mean to her, and they’d all been doing everything they could so Jackson would be able to at least be here for a few minutes via video. It was harder than it sounded.

Dimitri vaguely heard the minister and his, “We are gathered here tonight.” He fixed his gaze on Becca, who was glowing. Her brown eyes shone with a brightness he’d rarely seen, and it was all he could do to not pull her close and kiss her until she had to be to come up for air.

“Kade, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, for all the days of your life?”

Dimitri shook his head and saw his brother smile widely.

“I do.”

“Angel, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, for all the days of your life?”

It was hilarious the way the minister was saying all this in his dead-on Elvis voice.

“I do,” Angel answered.

“Thank you,moye serdtse, for giving me another chance. I promise to never hurt you again and protect you and our family with every breath I have.”

Angel was a blubbering mess. Hormones.

When Elvis turned his attention to them, Dimitri was prepared. He knew exactly what he wanted to say to his beautiful, beautiful woman.

But then she wrecked him.

“Dimitri and Becca have decided to say their own vows.” Elvis smiled at them. “Becca asked to start.”

Becca’s voice came out strong and sure.

“You asked me to marry you several times a day for almost two weeks straight, and you’ve been patient with me for over a year, but I know it hurt you. I was afraid. Afraid of getting hurt when you got tired me and my anxiety. But you never did, Dimitri. You show me every day how much you love me. You keep me safe and shielded from any storm that comes into our life.” Her hand went to her stomach. “You’ve given me a gift I never thought I’d have. Your words are my words. I want you because you’re my heart, my breath, my life. My soul, Dimitri Sean Kincaid. You are the soul that gives me a reason for being. That’s why I want to marry you. Because you love me the same way I love you.”

This time, he didn’t stop himself. He yanked her to him and held her so tight, she gasped for air. How the hell was he supposed to follow that?

Elvis cleared his throat.

“She’s not moving from where she is,” he barked at the man.

“That’s fine. But you need to let her finish her vows.”

Grudgingly, he loosened his hold enough for her to look up at him.

“I promise to love, honor, and cherish you every day for the rest of our lives, Dimitri.”

“Fuck, baby, you’ve gone and done it.”

“What’s that?” she whispered.

“You’ve ruined me for every other woman on the planet. If you leave me, I’ll never survive.”

“I’ll never leave you, D. Besides, no one else would put up with you and your crazy, finicky stomach.”

“Dimitri, do you want to say your vows now?” Elvis asked, snickering.

Fucker needed to stop laughing.

“I remember the first day I saw you in the library. You had on this green shirt that was way too big on you and jean capris. Your hair was in some kind of braid, and you were so busy looking at books, you didn’t notice me come up behind you. I didn’t understand then what pulled my feet to you. Hell, I didn’t understand it until I thought you might die and it hit me all at once. Souls recognize each other. You’re my other half, and while my eighteen-year-old self didn’t realize it, I understood you were important. It’s why I bugged you every day. It’s why I had to talk to you first thing every morning and every night before I went to bed. For ten years, we did that dance. We’re not done dancing baby, but our souls aren’t reaching out trying to connect anymore. We’re whole again. I love you, Rebecca Joyce Rhodes, and I promise to love you, to protect you, to cherish you, and to try not to be such a Neanderthal every single day for the rest of our lives.”

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