Page 222 of On the Brink of Bliss


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So fucking right that I felt like a blight just being in the same damned room as her.

I pinned her with my gaze as the connection we’d always shared rippled and tugged and screamed.

Shockwaves of it crashed between us like we were shores on opposite sides of the world.

In it, I sent her a million silent promises.

I will take care of you.

I will take care of your children.

I will fight for you.

I will love you.

Couldn’t believe the last thought would dare to invade, and I didn’t know if I hoped she could sense it or if I was terrified that she could see it plain as day.

If she felt the thundercrack of devotion that struck through the middle of me.

If she knew the lengths I would go.

Her throat tremored as she swallowed, and she lifted that gorgeous face and walked down the middle aisle of the courthouse like she was actually walking down it to marry the love of her life.

The one fate had created her to be with.

My insides toiled, my stomach a riot, my heart beating out of sync.

Breaths so short and jagged they were the only thing I could hear.

That and her delicate spirit that seemed to be floating out ahead of her. Swirling around and wrapping her in ribbons.

My best fucking friend.

A bunch ofoohswent up from the kids.

“Mommy, youwooksopwetty!” Eva called from where she was now sitting on Charleigh’s lap.

“The prettiest!” Colin agreed.

“Shh, you gotta be quiet for the wedding,” Addy corrected.

Adoring laughter rolled out of everyone. Everyone smitten with these kids.

Including me.

Though my adoring laughter was choked as Daisy glanced at them with reverence before she turned her gorgeous face in my direction and made her way down to where I waited for her.

Those cornflower eyes on me as she approached on those heels. She barely twisted her right ankle to the side, almost stumbling, though she righted herself quickly.

I couldn’t help but smile. Affection pulsing wide and free. My girl who could never keep her balance. My Wallflower who was so fuckin’ perfect to me.

Our appointment was at four.

It was the very second Daisy and I turned to face each other when the bailiff opened the door for the judge to enter and asked everyone to rise.

I might have been standing, but I was floored. On my hands and knees.

I might as well have been crawling for her.