“I always hoped you’d have a traditional wedding,” Harpreet admitted. “But this is perfectfor you. And so is Grady. My beautiful, smart, moderndaughter.”
They exchanged simple, earnest vows at sunset on New Year’s Eve. Nina stood beside her son, who wore a black suit, and Priya, dressed in a gold and magenta saree, walked with her parents acrossthesand.
Wyatt and Tegan were their witnesses, and after the deed was formally done, they all went back to Nina’s house fora catered dinner andchampagne.
Shortly before midnight, a hired car returned them to Grady’s house. Theirhousenow.
Grady picked her up and carried her across the threshold, and right into theirbedroom.
He carefully undressed her, then kissed her all over. Their wedding night started with his head between her thighs, and ended with him sliding into her two orgasmslater.
“I love you so much,” he breathed. “I will alwaysloveyou.”
She whispered the words right back to him, and held him tight as he lost himself inherbody.
This was where they’d started. This was what gave them that first spark of connection which eventually bloomed into a mutual love she trusted with her entire being. And this would be what they’d return to over and over againin their marriage. The two of them, entwined against theworld.
