Page 97 of Inspiring Izzy

"Oh my gawd," I moan as hitsthatspot inside me.

It doesn't take long before I'm trying to hold myself up as an orgasm rips through me. Brady follows right after, his body rigid and strong behind me.

We both collapse on the bed beside each other, breathing hard.

Brady's fingers tangle with mine as I kick off my heels and pull my knees up to my stomach. I snuggle against him just like I used to.

"I've always been yours, too," Brady mutters against the top of my head.

"I know."

"You're tired," he notices.

"Been an eventful 24 hours," I laugh.

"Best 24 hours of my life," he replies. "How about a bath before bed?"

"Only if you carry me," I pout. "My legs feel like jelly."

"I can carry you, Iz."

He disappears and then I hear water running.

We take a long hot bath as I sit in front of Brady, leaning back on his sturdy chest. His hands roam my body until the water turns lukewarm.

"I'm so sleepy," I yawn.

Brady helps me out of the bathtub and dries me off with a white cotton towel. I rest my head on his strong shoulder as he carries me back to bed.

We fall asleep wrapped up in each other's arms.

Chapter 25

Brady clutches my hand as we stare at one another. A few snowflakes dance around us as the minister reads from the Bible. Verses on love. On patience. On kindness.

Everything is bright and warm. Even the rays of sunlight poking through the grey clouds every few seconds, bathing us in a honeyed glow.

Nothing compares to the first time I heard Brianna cry in that delivery room, but this comes so damn close.

"Now," the minister clears his throat. "The vows."

We decided not to write our own. We'll do that when we get married in front of our friends and family. Today, it's sweet and simple—just the two of us.

"Do you, Brady Alexander Cohen take Isobel Juliette Thompson to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," Brady's gold eyes fill with tears. "I really do."

I laugh through a curtain of tears.

"And do you, Isobel Juliette Thompson, take Brady Alexander Cohen to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," I nod.

"Do we have rings?" the grey-haired man asks us.

"We have this one," Brady holds up my emerald-cut engagement ring.

"We didn't get you one," I gasp.

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