Page 48 of Reign
Taking a deep breath, I plaster a smile on my face and go through the motions. Ophelia takes Hazel downstairs, and I get my dress on. Untying my silk robe, I let it drop to the floor as I step into my dress. Lucille helps me pull the delicate fabric over my shoulders and zips up my back. Fixing my tits to sit correctly in this low-cut dress, I then grab Dario’s collar and wrap it around my neck, securing the snaps. It's all black lace with three red diamond droplets that lie perfectly against my throat. He gave it to me this morning, stating this one matched my dressbetter.He was right.It’s gorgeous and really brings the look together. The deep V along with the corset style top accentuates my curves, and the black lace that covers the red sheer fabric beneath it makes me look like the perfect blood queen.
“You look gorgeous, Fallon. Here,” she says, handing me two boxes. I look up at her and raise a brow.
“Dario gave you something new; inside these boxes are something borrowed and something blue.” She laughs, and I open the first one and giggle. A blue garter belt. I twirl it around my finger and laugh, sliding it over my heel, up my leg and over my thigh. Then open the next one. A black hair clip with red roses and a skull sits above the teeth.
“It’s absolutely stunning. Thank you,” I say, pulling her in for a hug.
“I wore that in my hair the day I married Larry at the clubhouse.” She laughs, and I smile.
“I really like it. It totally fits my whole look. Thank you again,” I say, and then there’s a knock on the door. She turns and walks, opening it a bit, making sure it’s not one of my overbearing men, but she opens it wide and steps aside. Flynn walks in, wearing a black tuxedo with his green cane. He looks dapper all dressed up.
“Hey Dad, you look dashing today,” I say with a smile on my face.
“Wow, Fallon. You look breathtaking and so much like your mother,” he says as he walks deeper into the room.
“I’ll see you down there,” Lucille says, blushing at my father as he glances back, and I watch his eyes taking her in and I raise a brow.Interesting.
“Your crazy husband down there has made a mess of things,” he tells me, and my eyes widen.
“Don’t start, Dad. This is my day, and I will not have you putting him down,” I tell him.
“Aye, aye. Child. I’ll behave,” he assures me before he hands me a green velvet box.What is with him and the color green? Sheesh.
“What’s this?” I ask, and he nods at me.
“Open it,” he commands, and I do as I’m told. My eyes widen, and I swallow thickly as tears form in my eyes. I know exactly what this is. “It’s the ring I bought your mother. She wanted to be buried with it, but I couldn’t do it. I want you to have it, and when Jaxon gets married, you give that to him. It stays within the family,” he states, and I grab him, pulling him in for a hug.
“Thank you, thank you so fucking much,” I sob as he wraps his arms around me, squeezing me tightly. “I wished so hard for Mom to be here today, but being able to wear her ring is an honour.” I hiccup, sliding the white-gold ring with skeleton hands holding a deep emerald-green diamond in the middle with a small crown on top of it onto my opposite ring finger.I wouldn’t expect anything less than an Irish Claddagh.
“Aye, Fallon. You deserve it. I’m really proud of you. You’ve grown into the queen I always knew you’d be. Is breá liom tú,” he whispers, and for the first time in a long time, I feel loved by the only parent I have left.
“I love you too, Father,” I whisper as he places a kiss on my cheek.
“Are you sure you want to marry these lads? I can get you out of here without them even knowing.” He smiles a smile I rarely see, but when he does, it brings so much happiness into my soul.
“Ha ha! Nope, bring me to my men and hand me over to them,” I say, and he nods.
“As you wish, my child,” he says, and I grab my bouquet and follow him out of the room and down the stairs to where everyone is waiting.
Standing in line with my father next to me, I wait as Lucille walks down the aisle first, followed by Ophelia, Presley and thenGiovanna. Jaxon walks up to me, and his eyes widen. “Mama, you look so pretty in your dress, just like Hazel,” he says and I smile.
“Thank you, baby, you look so handsome in your suit. Are you ready? It’s your turn,” I tell him and he nods, taking Hazel’s hand and pulling the red wagon with Prince and Preston inside down the aisle, and all I can hear are ooo’s and ahh's as my babies walk to their dads.
“This is it, Fallon, last chance to run,” he says, and I look over at him as he pulls my black veil over my face.
“Not a chance in hell, not when I’m pregnant again, Gramps.” I laugh, and his eyes widen.
“They really don’t let you breathe, aye?” he asks, and I laugh.
“Nope, but it’s fine. One more and then I’m closed up tight.”
“Which one did it?” he whispers, and I raise a brow.
“Of course it was hi–”
“Don’t! Just take me to them. Please. I’m ready,” I say, and he nods. All the guests rise as Christina Perry’s “A Thousand Years” plays softly in the background. Flynn takes the first step, and I follow as my eyes connect with my guys. Dario looks so fucking proud standing at the end of the aisle, never taking his bi-colored eyes off of me, a small tear falls from his only making one fall from mine. Flynn tightens his hold on me as he uses his cane to help him. Taking another breath, I look at Spade, who is grinning like a child as his eyes take me in. He winks, making me blush, and then I look at Jamie, whose eyes are tearing with love and admiration watching me get closer and closer to them. He smiles at me, blowing a kiss, making me giggle. How did I get so lucky to have these three men love me so fiercely, so intensely after everything we’ve been through. They still love and care for me like they did the first day we met, which feels like a lifetime ago. I love them so fucking much it hurts, and I don’t think I’d beable to survive without them. They are a part of my soul as much as I am a part of theirs.
“Tabhair aire do m'iníon,” my father says, lifting my veil, pressing a kiss to my cheek and placing my hand into Dario’s, then shaking hands with Jamie and hugging Spade. We stand in front of Ryder, and I wink at my brother, who looks freshly fucked if you ask me. As he drones on, I whisper to my guys, “I’m pregnant,” and they gasp but smile brightly.
