Page 114 of Doctor I Do

Tahlia: Yes, Doctor Daddy.

Alex: Good girl. I can’t wait to marry you today.

“Let’s go, people,” Blake’s voice booms loudly over the music playing.

I quickly reply to Alex before getting in the car.

Tahlia: I can’t wait to marry you.

Blake, Alice, and Maddison are in my bridal party. Mom and Dad are here too. Mom smiles kindly, and there’s a twinkle in her eye. I think she’s pleased I’m following through with the wedding to Alex, even though my stake of the business was sold to someone else.

Alex and I sat down with them and chatted about our relationship. We had the chance to explain what our honest plans were going forward with the relationship and the wedding. We haven’t mentioned the pregnancy yet, but they were happy with our answers to all their questions. We aren’t the warm and fuzzy family. But I’m fine with the relationship. I accept it for what it is, without expectations. It’s better now than ever, and I’m excited to see how a baby will change the dynamic more. I do hope it brings us closer.

I’m still unsure about work and where I’ll go from here. I’m disappointed. The business would’ve been great, but having Alex and the baby are more important.

Today is such a surreal moment. It finally feels real. I can’t wait to marry him and start our new life as a family. I never thought this is where my life would’ve ended up in a short amount of time, but I’m extremely happy it’s turned out this way.

“Come on, let’s get you to him. Looking at your face makes me jealous,” Blake murmurs.

I giggle and walk outside. There’s no more time to daydream. I’m about to live my fantasy in real life. I’m extra nauseas as I watch everyone climb inside the limo after me. I just want to see him already.

The drive isn’t long, and once I get out of the car, I gaze at my dad. My dad’s eyes are misty, and I can tell he’s holding back emotion. He smiles at me before his elbow pushes out in encouragement, and I thread my hand through his arm.

“You’ve got this. You two love each other. The rest will come in time.”

I give him as much of a smile as I can through my wobbly chin. “Thanks, Dad,” I say, kissing his cheek.

The music sounds, and my heart thrums inside my chest.

When it’s my time to walk, my breath catches. Alex is waiting for me at the end of the aisle.

His black suit and bowtie show off his broad frame and tapered waist. I try hard not to drool. Alex in a tuxedo is scorching. But the most beautiful thing about my soon-to-be husband has to be his smile.

Today it’s full and bright.

He’s happy.

Which makes me happy.

We’re both ready to take the next step toward making us permanent.

I walk on shaky feet, keeping my arm firmly holding on to my dad. Ignoring all the noise around me to just focus on those soft blue eyes drawing me closer.

My dad lifts my veil, and I hear Alex exhale.

When our hands touch, and we are standing face to face, he says, “You look beautiful.”

His eyes drop over my dress appreciatively. When his gaze reaches mine again, they’re full of silent approval. “I love the dress,” he breathes.

My nerves fade away at the look in his eyes. I want to hurry up and officially be his wife.

I want to be Mrs. Alex Taylor.

We exchange vows and kiss at our ceremony full of our closest friends and families.

Later at the reception I’m sober and, of course, my husband doesn’t drink because I can’t. Instead, he takes my hand, and we move onto the dance floor for our first dance.

“This is nice, but I can’t wait to get my wife home. And be alone with her.”

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