A COWBOYS REDEMPTION

𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

It was my wedding day—Wyatt and I were finally getting married. This was the day I had dreamed of since forever. Marrying the man of my dreams, starting a life together, building a future. But now that it was here, the nerves hit me.

I stopped pacing for a moment, taking in the soft ivory dress that hugged my frame. It was exactly how I imagined it would be—simple yet elegant. Still, I couldn't shake the butterflies in my stomach. I sighed, shaking my head. "Why am I feeling this way?"

The door creaked open, and I turned around to see my dad walking in, looking sharp in a navy blue suit. He smiled, his eyes warm and kind. "Hey, Dad," I said softly, feeling a bit of relief wash over me.

He walked over, his footsteps steady and comforting, and kissed my forehead. "Hey, baby girl. You look beautiful."

I smiled up at him, my eyes glistening with tears. "Thanks, Dad."

He tilted his head, studying me. "How are you feeling, my girl?"

I took a deep breath and shook my head. "I'm scared, Daddy. I don't know why, but I am."

He chuckled softly, the sound deep and reassuring. "Ah, baby girl, that's what we call cold feet."

"I don't understand why I have cold feet," I admitted, frustration creeping into my voice. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life."

He took my hands in his, squeezing them gently. "Listen, baby, it's okay. It's normal to feel this way. But once you walk down that aisle, you'll see Wyatt waiting for you, and you won't have to worry about that again."

His words settled over me, calming my nerves. I nodded slowly. "You're right, Dad."

Just then, a knock on the door pulled our attention, and Sienna peeked in, a big smile on her face. She stepped in, carrying a car seat. My eyes widened, and I gasped. "Oh my god!"

"I thought I'd bring her by to see you before you walk down the aisle," Sienna said, her voice full of excitement.

"Of course, I want to see her!" I said, reaching for the car seat. Inside was Addielyn, dressed in the cutest little white flower girl dress. I picked her up gently, cradling her in my arms. "Hi there, Addielyn. You look so cute."

I kissed her forehead, feeling a rush of love for the tiny bundle in my arms. When I looked up, I saw Sienna wiping away tears. Her eyes were shiny and red-rimmed.

"What's wrong, Sienna?" I asked, concerned.

She sniffled, smiling through her tears. "You just look so beautiful, Milia. I can't believe this."

"Aww, Si, come here." I wrapped one arm around her, pulling her into a hug. "I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered, hugging me back tightly.

A knock on the door interrupted us again, and the wedding coordinator poked her head in. "It's time."

I took a deep breath, feeling the reality of her words sink in. I gently placed Addielyn back into the car seat and turned to face my dad and Sienna.

Sienna wiped her eyes and grinned. "Let's go get you married, bestie."

With my dad on one side and Sienna on the other, we stepped out of the room. My heart was still fluttering, but now it was filled with excitement and love, ready to start the next chapter of my life with Wyatt.

??°

I whispered back, my voice tight, "How the hell do you expect me to be calm? I never thought I'd be gettin' married, damn it!" My hands were fidgeting, and I couldn't stop shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

Akhilles dusted off my suit, patting my shoulders, and said, "Just be calm, brother." He had that easy-going tone that usually got to me. We both chuckled, easing a bit of the tension.

Suddenly, someone announced, "ALL RISE FOR THE brIDE!" My heart dropped into my boots. I straightened up immediately, pulling in a deep breath as I prepared myself for the moment I'd been waiting for.

I watched as Sienna made her way down the aisle, little Addielyn in her car seat. Sienna spread flowers along the path, each step bringing them closer.

I couldn't help but whisper, "Hey, little Addie!" My heart softened as Sienna brought her closer, and I leaned down to kiss Addie's forehead, feeling a wave of love and calm wash over me.

Sienna smiled and continued her way down, leaving me there with my thoughts. Then, the music shifted, growing louder, more dramatic. I looked up, and there she was—Milia. Her veil flowed with the breeze, framing her perfectly.

My eyes widened, and I placed a hand on my chest, feeling the weight of the moment settle in.

My heart thudded, overwhelmed by how beautiful she looked.

That's my wife, I thought to myself, the girl who's gonna share my last name.

I couldn't wrap my head around it. A tear slipped from my eye, and I whispered, "She's so beautiful. "

Milia and Mr. Joseph made their way up the aisle, stopping in front of the altar. Mr. Joseph locked eyes with me and mouthed, "Thank you," before handing her off.

I took Milia's hand, the warmth of her touch grounding me. Together, we walked to the altar. I gently pulled back her veil, and our eyes met. Her eyes shimmered with tears, mirroring my own emotions.

"Hey, baby," I said softly, my voice filled with emotion.

"Hey, handsome," she replied, her voice as soft as a whisper, but it hit me straight in the heart.

The pastor began, "We are gathered together on this day to witness and celebrate the marriage of Milia Amara Zorell and Wyatt Sterling Buckley."

Here we go.

Today is the day.

??°

I couldn't help but admire Wyatt as we stood at the altar.

He looked so handsome, his dark hair sleeked just right, his green eyes sparkling with that mischievous grin on his face that always made my heart race.

I couldn't tell if it was the way he looked in that suit or the fact that I was about to change my last name to his—either way, I was in love.

As I soaked in the moment, I wanted to remember every little detail—the way the sun bloomed the flowers, the laughter of our friends and family, the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.

But most importantly, I wanted to remember Wyatt—my person.

I was so thankful that I was getting to marry him today. It felt unreal.

"Now, Milia and Wyatt, please join hands as you express your vows to each other, signifying your intention to become husband and wife," the pastor said, and my heart dropped. This was the part I'd been dreaming about.

"I believe our bride and groom have written their own vows," he continued, and my hands trembled as I reached for the folded paper in my pocket. My heart raced as I opened it, glancing at the words I had poured my soul into.

"Wyatt," I began, my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my stomach.

"From the moment I met you, standing at that hospital window, your arm broken and your face bruised, I knew that you were someone special.

Your strength, your courage, and your determination inspired me, and I knew that I wanted to be by your side. "

I paused, looking into his eyes, and I could see the love reflected back at me.

"As a nurse, I've seen my fair share of broken bodies and broken hearts.

But I've never seen anyone with a heart as strong and resilient as yours.

You've been through so much, and yet you still manage to smile, to laugh, and to love with every part of you. "

Taking a deep breath, I continued, "Wyatt, I promise to love you, to support you, and to be your rock in times of need.

I promise to stand by your side through the ups and downs, the triumphs and the failures.

I promise to hold your hand when the road gets rough, and to celebrate with you when we reach the top of the mountain. "

"I love you for who you are, Wyatt—a brave, kind, and gentle soul. I love your strength, your passion, and your heart. And I promise to cherish, honor, and protect you, now and forever."

As I finished, I felt a rush of warmth and love wash over me.

Wyatt was grinning, and I couldn't help but laugh when he grabbed his own folded paper.

Instead of reading it, he balled it up and tossed it behind him.

"Ain't nobody got time for that!" he joked, his southern accent making it sound even funnier.

"Milia," he began, his voice deep and sincere. "From the moment I met you, I knew that you were the one for me. You walked into that hospital room, with your beautiful smile and your compassionate heart, and I was hooked. I knew that I had to make you mine."

His words made my heart flutter. "You're the sunshine that brightens up my day, the calm in every storm, and the safe haven where I can always find peace. You're the one who makes me feel whole, who makes me feel like I can conquer the world."

"Milia," he continued, "I promise to love you, to protect you, and to cherish you, now and forever. I promise to be your partner, your friend, and your confidant. I promise to support your dreams, to encourage your passions, and to be your rock in times of need."

"I love you for who you are, Milia—a kind, compassionate, and beautiful soul. I love your heart, your spirit, and your generosity. And I promise to honor, cherish, and protect you, now and forever."

As we finished our vows, the air was filled with love and joy.

The pastor smiled at us and said, "Now, Milia and Wyatt, as a symbol of your love and commitment to each other, you will exchange wedding rings.

These rings represent the unending circle of love and devotion that you promise to each other. "

We held our rings, the cool metal rubbing against the warmth of our hands. After repeating after the pastor, we slid them onto each other's fingers, and I felt a rush of heat wash over me. This was it—the finale.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, Milia and Wyatt, husband and wife. You may kiss your bride!" the pastor declared, and my heart soared.

Wyatt and I locked eyes, and in that moment, the whole world faded away.

There was just us, standing there at the altar, surrounded by the warmth of our friends and family.

He cupped my face in his hands, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

Then, he pulled me in, and our lips met in a kiss that felt different from any we'd shared before.

It was soft yet, a promise of all the love and life we were about to share.

When we finally pulled back, breathless and grinning, Wyatt looked deep into my eyes and said, "May we, Mrs. Buckley?" He gestured towards the aisle, and I couldn't help but laugh, my heart bursting with happiness.

"Yes, we may, Mr. Buckley," I replied, my voice filled with joy. We locked hands before we walked down the aisle together, stepping into our new life as a married couple.

As we made our way through the crowd of smiling faces—friends, family, and loved ones—I took in every detail. The vibrant flowers, the soft music playing in the background, the cheerful chatter of our guests. My heart swelled with gratitude. This was our moment, and I wanted to remember it forever.

Wyatt squeezed my hand, and I glanced at him. "Can you believe we finally did it?" he whispered, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"I can't," I replied, laughing. "It feels like a dream."

He chuckled, "Well, darlin', it's our dream now," he said,"And I believe it's just the beginning."

As we reached the end of the aisle, surrounded by cheers and applause, I felt a rush of joy. I looked back at the altar and I couldn't help but smile.

Milia Zorell-Buckley.

I think I like the sound of that.

**

After a wild, unforgettable day, Wyatt and I finally made it back home from our wedding reception. The whole day had been a mixture of laughter, dancing, and endless love. I couldn't stop smiling, thinking about how perfect everything had been.

It was the kind of day you never want to end. Sienna and Jonah had gone above and beyond, showering me with shots and drinks, making sure I was having the time of my life. I was feeling so good, still feeling the high of the celebration as we stepped through our front door.

"Alright, let's get you inside," Wyatt said before scooping me up in his arms, bridal style. I couldn't help but giggle as he carried me up the stairs. "Oh, Wyatt, we're married. Can you believe it?"

He glanced down at me with a grin. "Nope," he replied.

I laughed softly, the reality of it all sinking in. "I can't believe I have not one, but two last names now. It's kind of cool."

Wyatt chuckled, "It sure is."

Once we reached the bedroom, he tossed me gently onto the bed. I landed with a soft bounce, laughing as I stared up at him. Wyatt stood there, looking down at me with a smile on lips. "God, I'm so in love with you," he murmured, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his suit jacket.

I watched him, completely admiring how handsome he looked. The way his shirt hung open slightly, revealing just a hint of his chest, was driving me crazy. "I wish this night didn't have to end," he said, his voice low.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, admiring every inch of his rugged, sexy body.

A sudden wave of horniess washed over me, making my cheeks flush.

I stood up and walked behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Oh, it doesn't have to be over," I whispered, my voice teasing.

"We can always end this night with something to remember. "

He chuckled softly, his head tilting slightly as he turned to look at me. "And how might we do that?"

I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear. "Kiss me to find out what happens next," I whispered.

Without hesitation, he turned fully, cupping my face in his hands. He smashed his lips into mine, deepening our passionate kiss, our tongues mixing into each other's mouths, filled with pure pleasure and love.

I pulled Wyatt back, never breaking our kiss. My legs hit the bed frame before Wyatt shoved me onto the bed. I smiled watching as he undressed himself.

"You like what you see?" Wyatt whispered, making me giggle.

I nodded, "Oh yes indeed I do."

Wyatt climbed on top of me, spreading my legs wider as he stare down at the lingerie I'd worn under my wedding dress just for this moment. Green lace— his favorite color.

"You're mine now," he growled against my mouth, his voice low and rough. "All mine."

I shivered, the words sending a chill through me.

"Wyatt," I moaned, arching into him as his mouth found my neck, his tongue tracing my skin. I felt his hands sliding under my dress to grip my thighs, spreading them apart even more.

I could feel the heat of him, the hard length of him pressing against me, and I moaned, my body aching for him.

I wrapped my hand around him, taking his length into my hands before I begun stroking him slowly, feeling him harden in my hand.

He was so hard, so sexy, and I couldn't wait to feel him inside me.

"Milia," he growled, his voice rough with need, and he pushed my hand away, his fingers sliding between my thighs, finding the wetness there. He groaned, his fingers sliding through my folds, teasing me, making me whimper. "You're so fucking wet for me."

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps as he pushed a finger inside me, curling it just right, making me cry out. He added another finger, stretching me, preparing me, and I arched into him, my body trembling with need.

"Please, Wyatt," I begged, my voice breaking. "I need you."

He didn't make me wait, just pulled his fingers out and positioned himself at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine. He pushed inside me slowly, inch by inch, filling me with all of him.

"Fuck Wyatt." I moaned as he thrusted in and out of me, giving me slow stroke. "Milia," he whispered coming closer to my ear. "I'm going to put a baby inside of you tonight."

I chuckled, pushing him back a bit to meet his gaze. He stared deep into my eyes as he pounded me, our skin clapping together as we both moaned and groaned loudly.

"I love you Wyatt." I whispered, feeling him hitting the back of my wall. My eyes rolled back, taking every inch of him deep inside of me.

"Let me take you from the back." Wyatt said, sliding out of me. I turn around, breathing heavily as I slid down into an arch.

"Go lower." Wyatt demanded, spreading my legs even further apart and pushing my back deeper into the bed. "I'll try not to cause any damage." Wyatt chuckled.

"Wyatt, I-"

Before I finish my sentence, Wyatt shoved himself back into my fold, pounding me. "I-I- you're so fucking deep baby." I moaned, and wyatt wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pushing my face into the sheets.

"I'm gonna come Wyatt!" I screamed and I heard him chuckle. "Good because I'm about to cum too." Wyatt growled, pounded me even harder.

I felt my body heat up as I came all over his dick, listening as Wyatt grunted before filling me with his warm cum.

He wasn't joking about that baby part I see.

Wyatt slid out of me and I turned around before I slapped the shit out of him.

"What the hell was that for?" He asked.

"You just impregnated me, you dumbass!" I replied.

"Uh..I did warn you?"

"I thought you were joking!"

"What? You don't want my kids?" Wyatt asked as I walked toward the bathroom.

I chuckled, glancing back at him over my shoulder. "Of course I do, Wyatt, but I didn't think you were serious this time."

He followed me into the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe with that charming grin of his.

"I promised myself I'd wait until we were married to do it, and well.

.. today we're married," he said, walking over to the mirror.

His reflection caught my eye just before he leaned in and kissed my neck softly, sending a warm shiver down my spine.

I smiled, meeting his gaze in the mirror. "Well... I just hope you're prepared to become my slave because I promise I will get hungry, and I will have massive cravings."

Wyatt laughed. "Oh, I can't wait," he replied.

I turned around to face him, my smile growing wider as I took in the man I had just married. "I'm so happy I met you, Wyatt Buckley," I said, my heart swelling with emotion.

His eyes softened, and he reached out to gently cup my face. "I'm so happy I met you too, Milia Zorell," he replied.

I leaned in and kissed him, pouring every ounce of love I felt into that kiss. "I love you, husband," I whispered against his lips.

"I love you, wife."