The chairs are positioned to create a circular seating arrangement around the arbor.
I smile and gaze into his eyes. My heart speeds up. I hope he likes my dress because I feel so beautiful. It’s perfect, it flares, hiding my small tummy. It’s an empire waist, sweetheart halter neckline, and beaded lace bodice.
I never dreamed that I would be so happy and have everything I ever hoped to have in a husband. Soon, the baby will be in my arms, making my world complete.
The MC is seated along the sides of the aisle, looking at me. I tighten my grip on the Prez's arm nervously, teary-eyed.
Oh my god, I’m so emotional. These people are now my family, and I’m so grateful.
The wedding song starts, This I Promise You by NSYNC, and my heart beats faster. Scarlett starts walking down the aisle; everyone stands, turning to look at me.
“Ready,” Prez asks, patting my hand.
“Yes,” I whisper, trembling, looking down wide-eyed.
We start walking down the aisle, looking at Michail, gazing into his eyes. I don’t see anyone else; I only hear the song and my heartbeat as I walk toward the man I love.
I hear Prez Stan respond to the question, who presents this woman to be married to this man? I take Michail’s hand, walking next to him.
It feels surreal, the ceremony takes place, and I feel like it’s a dream.
“The groom may kiss the bride,” the priest says.
Michail pulls me close and kisses me with all of his love.
The MC yells, claps, and whistles.
Then he pulls back, gazing into my eyes, grinning, holding me close, leaning in, and placing his face next to mine.
“Baby girl, I love you,” Michail says into my ear.
“Congratulations,” Scarlett yells, standing next to us.
Michail pulls back, taking my hand, lacing our fingers, and holding me next to his side.
All the Brothers congratulated us, and after, we gathered in the reception area under a huge canopy of trees with lights. The round tables are placed around the dance floor, decorated with red roses, lights, and lace. It looks incredible, so romantic.
I love it.
“Baby girl, are you hungry,” Michail asks, pulling out the chair at the bridal table.
I look around the reception, amazed that I now belong to this huge family.
“Yes, I’m starving because I couldn’t eat breakfast. I was a bundle of nerves,” I say, wrapping my arms around his arm and leaning into his shoulder.
“Good, because they’re starting to serve, and then we’re going to dance,” Michail says, grinning.
“Ok,” I say, looking at the wedding cake to my right at a round table. It looks so beautiful.
“Babe, thank you for taking care of the wedding; it’s beautiful,” I say, looking up into his eyes.
“You’re welcome, Baby girl. Did I tell you that you look beautiful,” Michail asks, leaning down, twisting to kiss me.
“No,” I gasp breathlessly.
“You look so damn good; I’m having trouble keeping my hands off you,” Michail growls, moving his hand on my waist and pulling me closer.
I move my hand up his chest to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.