Epilogue
Two years later …
“By the power vested in me by the province of British Columbia, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”
Krista lunged at Brock before Chase even finished his speech. She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her feet leave earth. Because when she was with Brock, she felt like she was floating. He kissed her in turn, ignoring the hoots and hollers from the peanut gallery.
When they finally came up for air, there was more clapping, the attention of all their loved ones making Krista’s shy and quiet husband go bright red in the cheeks.
But he was all smiles as he accepted Zoe from his mother’s arms and the three of them made their way down the aisle, white rose petals being thrown over their heads by all the smiling guests.
“So now what?” he asked, planting a big smack of a smooch on Zoe’s chubby little cheek. She giggled and then pulled on his ear.
“Whatever we want.” Krista grinned. “We’re the bride and groom. We can do whatever we like.”
He pulled her hard against his chest, shifting Zoe to one hip while she continued to explore his ear with her tiny fingers.
“Well, if I had my way, I’d send everyone home, leave Zo-Zo with the grandparents and go consummate this union of ours.
” The caterpillars bobbed furiously along his forehead. “In the back of the limo!”
Krista tossed her head back and let out a whoop of a laugh. But Brock just took that as an invitation, and his teeth found her neck.
“Zoe needs a sibling,” he said with a growl, his lips traveling along her jaw.
A crowd began to gather, and the wedding planner scurried around trying to get everyone in the wedding party organized.
Krista leaned into his ear, the other ear, not the one Zoe was trying to find buried treasure in. “I’m glad you think that, because I’m pregnant.”
His eyes flashed wide, and she smiled.
“Really?”
She nodded. “About six weeks or so.”
He scooped her up around the waist, Zoe still perched firmly on his hip, and he spun them all around. “Well, now this really is cause for a celebration! Back to light duty, woman!”
She laughed and kissed him on the lips when he finally put her down. “Oh, Mr. Hart, every day with you is a cause for a celebration.”
Zoe squirmed her way between them, and they both planted a kiss on each of her cheeks. The photographer was right in front of them and ready to catch the cutesy pic.
“Oh, Mrs. Hart,” Brock murmured against Zoe’s face, so only Krista could hear, “the kind of celebration I’m talking about involves just the two of us, in the bedroom, wearing nothing but handcuffs and smiles.”
Krista smirked at him, the flash from the photographer’s camera blinding her temporarily. “And a wooden spatula?”
They both turned to face the camera, his enormous grin visible even in her peripheral vision. “But of course.”