Page 14 of Forever Oblivion

Damn, life had a strange way of knocking you around. Not that I was complaining—I was fucking giddy as I chose pale pink blooms. I had no idea what half of the flowers were, but they looked nice, supposedly smelled good, and Aya loved pink. Score and win.

Now all I needed was the cake, and we’d be set.

“Hey, love?”

Aya stuck her head out of the bathroom. Her long, wet hair cascaded over her tanned shoulder. Damn, she was cute. And gorgeous. Sexy as sin. And the mother of my baby.

Pride swelled in my chest…and in my dick. I wanted to fuck her senseless, but first, I needed to ask, “White or chocolate cake? They have some lemon flavor, but I bet it’s drier than cardboard. Looks like piss.”

Her brows scrunched, and she stepped into the bedroom, hugging a towel around her still-wet body. Holy…I wanted to drink the droplets from her tanned skin.

“Lemon cake? For what?”

“Our wedding.” I was distracted by the hard little nubbins her nipples made through the damp terrycloth.

She plopped on the bed and crawled toward me. “You were setting up our wedding while I showered?”

“Yeah, I told you I’d take care of it.”

“Where, pray tell, are we getting married?” she asked.

“On the private island I just bought.”

“Well, that’s…ostentatiously rich.”

I shrugged. “Not like I couldn’t afford it. Actually, I let Pop Syad buy it for us—you know, a wedding gift and all.” I fidgeted. “It’s the best way to ensure who’s there.”

She hesitated. “But a whole island?”

“It’s not huge. Here, look.” I moved my laptop so that she could better see the images as I clicked through them.

I felt her melt as she fell in love with the three-story house and its white columns. “Oh.”

“As soon as I saw it, I thought of the gorgeous photos we could take of you on that deck. It’s going to be stunning.”

She squinted, leaning forward. “It’s in Connecticut?”

I gave a crisp nod. “We’re working with what we have.”

She collapsed back on my shoulder. “Only you, Nash! A private island in New England. Not the Bahamas or Greece or—”

“Hey, don’t knock Connecticut. We might want our kid to go to school there.”

She motioned for me to keep scrolling. “It really is lovely. The grounds are breathtaking. Look at that entrance from the dock!” Her eyes widened at the lush variety of evergreens and flowering shrubs that followed the concrete steps up toward the stately home.

“And it has five bathrooms, plus a half-acre of garden for guests to mingle. It’s closer for your European friends and colleagues.”

She turned to me, eyes shining and kissed me. “I’m sold.”

I clicked on another webpage. “I found a local florist who can do these pretty bouquets.”

Her eyes lit up as I’d hoped they would.

“Beautiful,” she breathed. “You’ve been busy.”

“Yeah. I just…I want to make this wedding perfect, Ay. Let’s face it: we’ve had some serious hurdles. So, if you want a wedding before you’re showing, that’s happening.”

She pulled her gaze from the screen and cradled my cheek and chin in her hand. Her eyes were soft. “Thank you. I think we should have both a chocolate and a white cake, and I can’t wait to marry you. So when’s the date?”

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