The guys all nodded in agreement.
“I like happy endings,” Naese said, though his expression fell as he turned away.
“Not happy so much as justified,” Cruz said.
Bree squawked through the baby monitor clipped to my belt.
“I’ll get her,” Maxim said.
He’d fallen in love with our daughter, and he rarely wanted to let her out of his sight.Ida Jane had confessed he wasn’t too sure about kids of his own, but I knew my sweet baby girl would change his mind.
Maxim came back into the room holding Bree, who now sported a full inch of rich honey-colored hair on her tiny head.She wore a pink crocheted circlet of roses and a pale pink dress a shade lighter than the bridesmaid’s dresses and our ties.Her dress was made of silk so it wouldn’t irritate her skin, and she wore satin slippers in the shape of ice skates.
I’d insisted we get two dresses, which Millie found silly based on the cost, but I figured we had a better chance of getting nice photos that way.One thing about my daughter—she shat at the worst times.Every.Time.
“She looks adorable,” Cormac whispered.
My chest puffed out.I had chosen the dress, after all.“She does.”
“Aw.She does.I wanna hold her,” Naese said, holding out his arms.
“Try to take her from me and I’ll rip you in half,” Maxim snarled before he tickled Bree’s tummy, making her giggle and kick her legs.
Already she’d outgrown her newborn clothes.Time was flying by.
I clapped Naese on the back.“Time for some pictures, and then I get married.”
He nodded, his mouth pressing flat.
“And then we work out a way for you to get your woman.”
He snorted.“That ship has sailed.”
Millie walkingdown the aisle toward me took my breath away.Not going to lie—tears burned.Cruz pulled out a handkerchief and unabashedly wiped his eyes, and even Maxim looked a little misty.
Who the hell would have thought I’d talk about my emotions with Maxim Dolov, but I did, and often.He still held Bree, who seemed fascinated by the lights and the new teething toy Maxim had pulled out of his suit coat a moment earlier.
My smile turned into a full-blown grin.I was getting married, and Maxim was in love with my daughter.
Life couldn’t get any better.
Then it did.
When I slipped Millie’s wedding band onto her finger and said my vows, I knew I’d found my forever.My family.She smiled up at me, her eyes so full of love that I just knew, no matter what else life threw at us, we’d make it.
She repeated the vows, slipping the matching platinum ring she’d insisted on buying onto my finger.It settled next to my engagement ring.The two hooked together, fusing us into one.I liked the metaphor, but I enjoyed kissing Millie, now Mrs.Stol, much, much more.
And I loved watching her laugh and smile with our guests.I loved sitting quietly with her in a room off to the side when she pulled down her halter top and nursed our daughter.Millie had the best tits—plump and pretty—almost as perfect as that juicy ass I couldn’t wait to get my hands on later tonight.
We’d waited a few additional weeks to make sure Millie and I could have the wedding night we wanted.It had been torture, but it also made tonight special.
I kissed her, tasting the cake and champagne she’d just imbibed.
“I’ve been thinking about your ass,” I said.
She grinned as she kissed me again.“That’s because it’s the one—well, one of a few parts of me you haven’t seen recently.”
“True, but also because I love it.I love you.”
