I cringed at the celebrant using my full name again, then gave Jace a mini death glare when I caught him snickering.
“You have made promises and vows to each other today with much passion, enthusiasm, and love. It is my pleasure to pronounce you, husband and wife. Jason, you may kiss your beautiful bride.”
The last two words hadn’t left Henry’s mouth before Jace crashed his lips onto mine. The passion held in his kiss stole my breath. I kissed him back with fervour, then squeaked when he dipped me back, peppered more kisses on my mouth, then righted me again.
Val yelled, “Ewww yucky,” while Rom now clung to my dress.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please congratulate your newlyweds, Mr and Mrs Malone,” our celebrant whooped.
Applause rang out, making my chest swell. Jace started to step from the altar, guiding me gently with him, but I tugged back and motioned for him to wait.
When he looked up at me with a confused pucker between his eyebrows, butterflies exploded in my stomach. I smiled and fought through the swirling nausea.
After Jace suspiciously returned to my side, I gave a small nod to Henry; granting him permission to proceed.
“Family and friends, we have one further thing to do. Valentina, I believe you have something for your daddy?”
Val, bless her little heart, strode over with her head held high without hesitation. Jace and I glanced at each other, sharing a knowing smirk. His amused grin and arched brow said it all:we have our work cut out for us with this one.
“Here you go, Papa. Mama said this isveryimportant,” she declared with a little chest puff.
Jace bent to her level, just like he’d done with Rom. “Thank you, V. Come and stand next to us.”
With our children tucked close, I closed my eyes briefly and willed the nerves to quiet. Jace shot a confused glance between my face and the box in his hands. I prayed his reaction wouldn’t be like the first one…
“Sweetheart?”
I forced a wavering smile while gesturing for him to open it. The passing seconds felt like hours, though I knew as soon as he lifted the lid, time would halt completely.
Everyone waited with bated breath while Jace untied the ribbon. He removed the lid without looking at the contents—his eyes remained firmly locked on mine.
He stared at me for a long beat before lowering his attention to the box in his shaking hands. My lungs refused to inflate. Breath refused to come. My pulse seemed to dull as his eyes danced over my handwriting.
The exact moment realisation dawned on him, he gasped and one of his hands flew to his mouth.
Bewildered hazel-green eyes cut to me. “Really?” Jace whispered, as if he needed more confirmation than the pregnancy test taped down on a white piece of card with two handwritten notes.
At one end of the stick, I’d writtenEnd that was peed on—don’t touch!At the other, I’d addedCongratulations, Papa, I’ll see you in October,complete with an arrow pointing to the pink plus sign in the viewing window.
I smiled and laughed nervously. “Yes, really.”
The box fell from his hand and landed at our feet. Confused murmurs spread throughout our guests as they tried to figure out what just happened.
Their answer came when Jace finished kissing me for all it was worth and sank to his knees before me. He peppered loving kisses over my still-flat stomach, then smiled up at me with blinding adoration.
Tears swamped my eyes, blurring his enamoured expression. The excited gasps, exclamations and cheers coming from the people who loved us the most faded into the background.
My new husband stood and took my face in his hands, then smirked. “As much as I love the twins, let’s hope there’s only one this time around.”
I gasped and my eyes flared wide. “I didn’t think of that! Mierda.”
Jace’s rumbling chuckle washed over me, and I welcomed his lips back to mine.
We would cross that bridge another day. Today was about us, gratitude for what we had, and celebration for what we’d created.
Our world was exactly how it was meant to be, and neither of us would change a single thing.
Falling into bed with Jace was the best mistake of my life.
The End.