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I smiled back, then texted, ‘Perfect. No one here will have to worry about a thing.’
All according to plan.
James POV.
Standing at the altar next to Giovani, I held my breath–waiting. This had been a day I’d been anticipating for my entire life, and now it was finally here. The music started, a beautiful, ethereal sound as Becca emerged from the end of the hall, walking down the aisle, looking stunning. Her gown was gorgeous, but it was her face I couldn’t pull my eyes away from.
I caught my breath as I looked at her beauty. Her eyes were bright, her hair like satin glistening in the twinkling lights, and I couldn’t ever remember seeing her so happy. The cloth that flowed at every step she took was a subtle pink. When her dress hit the light, roses glimmered as if she was alight with crystals and gems. Her smile was radiant, something that lit up the room as her hair flowed down her back, slightly wavy and feathered perfectly.
When her eyes met mine, she bit her lip with excitement. Sheer happiness radiated off of her, and soon, she was standing right next to me, holding my hands, while Sophia held her bouquet.
The priest began to speak, but I didn’t hear much of what he was saying. When he got to the part about the vows, I heard Becca repeat after him. He asked her if she took me to be her husband, and she answered.
“I do,” Becca said, her voice dripping with certainty and love.
Then, it was my turn. I repeated everything he asked me to say, but my mind was only thinking of Becca. Eventually, the priest asked me if I took her as my wife Choking up a little, I said, “I do.”
More of the ceremony flew by, but I missed all of it. All I could think about was Becca.
“You may kiss the bride,” the priest finally said. Sweeping her into my arms, I locked lips with Becca, holding the kiss for a while as the guests cheered. Releasing her, I reached up and wiped away a tear that had been crawling down my cheek. This was the happiest day of my life by far.
I was clearly head over heels in love with her. We’d started a family together, and now, she was my wife. Forever.
We went off for pictures but not before I checked with Giovani. He gave me a reassuring nod and then slipped off to the side to check with his men. I sighed, hoping this would all go smoothly. Giovani was trustworthy, though. It would all work out.
Becca and I went outside where the sun was shining beautifully overhead. Not a cloud in the sky, thankfully, which made today even more perfect. I had a few moments alone with my bride before the others came out.
Pulling her close, I kissed her again. “You look so gorgeous,” I whispered to her.
“You look amazing, too, my Italian Stallion.” She leaned in and kissed me again before the doors behind us opened, and the rest of the bridal party came out for pictures, including the kids. Alessandro and Dahlia looked precious in their wedding attire. Just seeing them made my smile widen.
We took many pictures together, and the wedding photographers took plenty of the guests, too. They even got some great pictures of Giovani in his with Alessandro and Dahlia. They were sweet pictures.
I was glad the wedding had gone well without many issues so far. I longed to take Becca back to our room and have my way with her, but for now, we needed to spend time with our guests.
About halfway through the reception, I noticed Giovani standing alone, looking at his phone. Worried, I headed over. “Everything okay, cousin?”
“Just not used to weddings,” he said, smoothly.
He eyed me suspiciously but was pulled away before I could ask for more information. Well, I would make sure he told me everything later. If he told me now, I’d focus too much on that, when I should be focusing on Becca.
The kids were safe, and so was my wife. My men wouldn’t let any of these assholes near the innocent people attending the wedding, many of who were civilians who had nothing to do with this ridiculous feud brought in from another country.
Becca.
It had happened. I’d done it. I was Mrs. James Valentino! My heart pounded so hard in my chest, I could hardly believe it.
Everything had happened in a blur. One minute, I’d been getting ready, along with the help of my stepmom and Sophia, as well as the stylists I’d hired. The next minute, I’d been standing next to James at the altar. I’d been so focused on him, I’d hardly heard a word of the ceremony, which was short and to the point.
He looked so handsome in his tuxedo, I couldn’t pull my eyes away from him. James was such an amazing man in every way. We’d had our problems in the past, but I loved him with all of my heart. We were starting a new chapter of our lives together, and I was looking forward to spending every moment with him.
After the pictures, we went into the reception hall and greeted all of our guests. My father, who hadn’t said much earlier, kissed my cheek. I was hoping he was starting come around. “Dance with me later?” I asked him.
With tears in his eyes, he nodded. “Of course, baby girl. I’ll always be here for you.”
I smiled at him and then headed over to have my first dance with James. We’d picked out one of my favorite songs to share our first dance together. As the romantic music began to play, James took me in his arms, both of us swaying in time to the music.
“I can’t believe you’re my wife,” he murmured in my ear. “I want to carry you right out of here and back to the nearest bedroom.”
Giggling, I said, “I can’t believe it either. But we can’t leave just yet. We need to celebrate with all of our guests first.”
He sighed as the song ended. “I suppose you’re right. Okay. Let’s have some fun then.” Sweeping me into the air, he twirled me around before kissing me deeply again. One thing was for certain; now that I was James’ wife, life would never be boring.
James POV.
With a twirl, I took Becca across the dance floor as she let out a joyous giggle. She radiated happiness as we danced in time to the music, which consisted of mostly classical songs. The guests surrounded us, dancing as we danced.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against Becca’s. We shared a very long kiss, and Becca wrapped her arms around me to bring me closer as we continued to dance. My heart sang right along with the music. This was wonderful.
Eventually, the dancing had to end, and we went off to the side to take a break. We’d been at it for a half hour, after all! Becca said, “This has already been so wonderful, James, and we’re just getting started.”
I reached over and grabbed her under her chin, just having to steal another kiss before replying. I said, “I agree with all of my heart, Becca. Tonight has been one of the best nights of my life, and I mean that. Now, we get to spend the rest of our lives together.”
Becca nodded, her eyes sparkling as a tear glided down her cheek. “Oh James. The kids will have a big happy family and a wonderful life with us. I am so happy we finally get to be a family, with another one on the way.”
I nodded, looking up as Giovani approached. He had a bright smile on his face, no doubt touched by how much Becca and I showed love for each other. He said, “It’s cake time, and it looks delicious. Are you two ready to cut it?”
Becca bounced in her chair a little before standing, squealing with excitement. “Yes!” she said. “Oh, the strawberry frosting looks so yummy, I can’t wait to have some! I bet the kids are going to have a ball with it too! They’re going to be off the wall.”
“Like yourself, cousin-in-law,” Giovani mused, just having to get a good-spirited jab in at Becca. My wife couldn’t help but laugh and take him into a big hug, something which he returned. I smiled at this exchange, a warm feeling cascading through me.
We arrived at the towering cake, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips. The frosting looked fluffy, and on top of the cake was a bride and groom figurine. Giovani handed me the knife, and I moved forward, going to cut the cake while onlookers cheered on in excitement.
First, I cut a piece for Becca and myself. We stood in front of the crowd and fed each other the first bites. I’d promised Becca I wouldn’t smash it in her face, so I didn’t, but I wasn’t shocked at all when she did it to me. Everyone laughed, and we kissed with frosting all over our lips.
A new butler came up and took the knife from me, giving me a smile. “I got it from here, sir. Go sit down and enjoy your cake!” I blinked. This guy was different. Not that I was going to complain much.
I went to oblige, but suddenly, Becca moved closer to me with an evil grin. I widened my eyes, unable to dodge what came next. Suddenly, a second piece of cake was shoved into my face, followed by the cheers of Becca and the laughter of guests.
I burst into laughter myself, cursing myself inwardly for not paying attention. I grabbed a piece of cake and returned the favor, causing Becca to shriek and laugh even harder. This was war now. The kids hobbled over, led by Madeline, and they laughed too.
Alessandro said, “Cake! Me want cake!” He was talking more and more lately, which was wonderful to see. He and Dahlia were growing up so fast! Becca leaned down and smooshed his face with cake too, causing him to keel over with laughter.
Giovani shook his head, cackling like mad at this display as well. Thankfully, it didn’t evolve into a food fight. The cake was good and needed to be eaten, after all! We made our way to the table, cleaning our faces off and still laughing.
Becca said, “That was so much fun! I got you first, James.” She laughed, causing me to beam at her and take a bite of my cake. As I suspected, it was delicious, with a creamy strawberry frosting that lit up my tastebuds with just the right amount of sweetness.
“You did. You also caused everyone to keel over with laughter. I’m so glad we can have fun like that, Becca. We’ve come a long way, and this wedding is beautiful. Thank you for trusting me, my love,” I said, causing Becca to wave her hand and blush.
“Oh, stop it, James,” she said softly, reaching over to cup my cheek and trying not to giggle as some crumbs fell onto my plate from this action. “We were always in this together. It took me a while to see it. I was lost for a bit, in my own misery. I’m so glad I woke up.”
The smile I gave her lit up my eyes as I continued to eat the cake. Dinner would be following soon. Giovani thought it would be a good idea to have the cake first, as he said it was very delicious. He wasn’t wrong.
I reached over and grabbed my cocktail, taking a sip and just relaxing. The guests were sitting around, chatting and eating, generally enjoying the wedding and all it had to offer. The kids were at our table, digging into their food as well.
