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“I do,” I said.
Gabe repeated the vows to be beside me in sickness and health, richer and poorer, then he said the same two words, lip quivering as he did. “I do.”
His hand shook in mine as I slid our wedding ring beside the braided engagement ring, and I noticed a similar tremble in my own fingers as he placed a ring on my hand as well.
“You may kiss your omega.”
I pulled Gabe close and claimed his lips for the first time as husbands.
Chapter 13 - Gabe
The string quartet played softly on a corner of the patio, while the rest of us dined under a mix of fairy lights and torches.
The most important thing, however, was the man next to me, and knowing how he really felt.
My alpha loved me as much as I loved him. There would be no planned divorce. Instead I’d be able to spend the rest of my life with him.
He glanced over and caught me staring. He smiled and leaned in for a kiss, which I happily granted.
Christian took my hand under the table and ran his thumb back and forth across the back. “I love you.”
I sniffled, tears threatening to fall again. “I love you too.”
Mama took the free seat we’d set aside for visiting during dinner. “I wanted to apologize Gabe. I never realized how you felt.”
I shook my head. “It’s the way you were raised.”
“Still, the world has changed, and we didn’t change with it.”
I smiled. “I know you were just doing what you thought was best for me.”
“But it wasn’t, and I’m sorry it took so long to see it.”
I released Christian’s hand and leaned over to hug her. “It’s ok mama. I know you acted out of love.”
She wiped away a tear. “We’re going to be better. I promise.”
“I know.”
She smiled. “Evelyn is going to be apoplectic that she missed this dinner,” she turned to Christian. “How did you ever get La Cravate Noire to cater?”
Christian chuckled. “I became friends with the executive chef after I represented him in a case. He offered after I proposed in his restaurant.”
Mama laughed. “Well, this food is incredible.”
I looked at my alpha and smiled.
“We’ll have to reserve a table before we come to visit next time,” mama continued.
I nodded. “It’s worth it.”
There was an awkward moment, then I decided that I needed to ask. “What’s going to happen to Ivy and aunt Evelyn?”
Mama sighed. “We don’t know. Your grandfather is not in a very forgiving mood about their antics right now, especially since you told us everything you heard that night. They’re not going to be cut off, but there will be repercussions. At minimum, Ivy will likely not be placed in charge of her own trust for a while. Evelyn might be removed as trustee for everybody else. We just don’t know yet.”
“How’s grandfather holding up? This has to have stressed him.”
Mama patted my hand. “He’s ok for now. Your father and I will make sure that he stays that way.”
