Page 78 of His Perfect Bride
Sage’s smile only widened, and she cocked her head in Jackson’s direction.
“What?” Augusta’s eyes rounded. “Husband?”
Jackson coughed.
“You and Sage are married?” Augusta’s voice took on a screech as she pinned Jackson with a look of wonder.
Pastor Abe continued to smile. “I married them this morning. Never have I seen a couple so much in love—except for myself and my wife, of course.”
Sage didn’t realize she was holding her breath until Augusta screeched again, this time with an enormous smile. She released Nelson and flung herself upon Jackson, hugging him tightly.
In the next instant, Augusta crossed to Sage with outstretched arms. “You’re married!”
Sage captured the woman in an embrace, releasing all the worry that had been building. When Augusta took a step back, tears lingered in her eyelashes. “I’m so happy for you both.”
“Thank you, Augusta. We wanted your blessing.”
Jackson reached for Sage, slipping one arm behind her and tucking her into the crook of his arm. “She’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“Let’s hear you say it.” Augusta grinned slyly at Jackson.
“Hear what?”
“That you’re not the only brilliant one in the family. That I am too.”
Jackson scrubbed a hand over his mouth and chin, unsuccessfully trying to hide a smile. “Fine. You’re brilliant.”
Augusta laughed lightly. “Thank you.”
“No, thankyou.” Jackson pressed a kiss to Sage’s head. “I couldn’t ask for anything or anyone better.”
“If I had to search the whole world over for a woman for you, I couldn’t have picked a more perfect bride.”
“I agree.”
Sage leaned into Jackson, the love for him swelling into her chest and bringing tears to her eyes. She wasn’t perfect, and neither was he. But they would be perfect together, and that was all that really mattered.
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