Valentino nods, his grip tightening around mine. “I will.”
Mattia steps back, leaving just the two of us standing before the priest.
Valentino leans in, his voice husky with emotion. “You look beautiful.”
I smile, squeezing his hand. “Baby number two will do that to you.”
For a moment, he simply blinks.
Then, realization dawns.
His grip on my hand tightens, his eyes widening in shock. “Wait, you’re—?”
I nod, biting my lip to keep from laughing.
Valentino doesn’t hesitate. Before I can react, he lifts me off my feet, twirling me around in front of everyone.
“We’re having another baby!” he shouts.
The words echo through the venue, and within seconds, the entire room erupts into cheers and applause.
I’m laughing, my heart so full I feel like I might burst.
The priest clears his throat, a bemused smile on his face. “Perhaps we should save the celebration for after the vows?”
I giggle, nodding as Valentino finally sets me back on my feet.
“Fair enough,” he murmurs, his forehead resting against mine.
The ceremony begins, and the excitement in the air melts into something quieter, something reverent.
We speak our vows, our voices steady, our eyes never leaving each other’s.
And when the moment finally comes, when the priest announces us as husband and wife, Valentino doesn’t waste a single second.
He cups my face, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that is everything, a promise, a future, a love that has withstood every obstacle thrown our way.
This time, there is no contract, no arrangement. No doubts.
Only us.
As the cheers rise around us and Vincent throws his arms around our legs, I know, deep in my bones, that this is our forever.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The End.
