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She walks down the aisle alone, giving herself away. I’m so fucking proud I can barely stand my gratification. All I ever wanted is for her to choose me and she has, in all her glorious independence.

And fuck if she’s not magnificent. Her baby bump is small. My ring on her finger is huge. Our future is nothing less than spectacular.

Especially when I grin back at her. Her demure cadence explodes into a run from my obvious admiration, and she launches herself into my arms once she reaches me. Gasps wheeze from the fifty or so people in the pews from her startling response to my smile, but I really don’t give a damn. I fucked up her last wedding to my benefit, and if this one is just as crazy I don’t care. As long as at the end she’s my wife.

The priest clears his throat and nods hesitantly, wiping his hand across his wrinkled forehead. Trying to regain some semblance of control. Which we all know is impossible for me when it comes to her. Without giving her anything but my complete approval, I let her slide down my body and grasp her warm hands. Holding tight as the minister progresses through the ceremony, until we get to the vows.

I quickly repeat everything the pastor says, and when it’s her turn, she tugs away from my grip. Accepting a paper from Savannah who gives her best friend a genuine smile. For as much as the matron of honor fears me, she’s happy Macy is finally marrying the man she genuinely loves and who fucking genuinely loves her back.

My angel takes a deep breath and begins to read from the pink sheet. Adorable as her voice wobbles explaining how I make her feel strong and brave and most importantly, not only allow her but encourage her to be her true self. Now Macy The Mouse is going to be Mrs. Diavolo The Decisive, just like her husband.

When she looks up at me with shining eyes, so vulnerable and raw, seeking my reaction, all I can do is engulf her this time. Lifting her up again so she’s in my arms and sheathed to my body the way she belongs. “Call it Father.”

He blinks rapidly in confusion and horror with me practically fucking her on the altar. Furious at his delay, I bare my teeth at him. “Pronounce us married.”

“Of…of c-course. By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

Too late, I already am. My lips on hers as I carry her out the side door because I can’t wait any longer than those few steps to be inside my angel again.

The End

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