Mr. Kelly

Prologue

PROLOGUE

Theodore

I adjust my tie one last time to keep from fidgeting. At least one-hundred pairs of eyes watch me as I wait for the only woman I’ll ever love to appear. Helena. My breath catches, heart stopping, because it cannot handle the amount of love I feel once she appears. It’s as if she floats towards me. Her movements are as agile and graceful as the ballerina she is. People may have not liked that she was a half-black principal dancer, but my eyes could not move from her. I was hooked the moment I saw her glide across the stage. I knew I'd feel honored to have her mother my children.

There are a few things that have been clear to me in life, and being a father is one of them. It’s something I’ve wanted all my life like some women know they’re born to be mothers. I’d begun to think I’d never find my other half, but there she was on the billboard. I was simply looking in the wrong direction. We clicked the first time we met. I’d pushed my way through the crowd at the meet-and-greet, unsettled until she was within touching distance. Our eyes locked and the rest is history. Not only was I enthralled by her beauty, but her personality was mesmerizing.

We had a lot in common, along with a burning desire to have kids. Helena and I are a match made in heaven. The first time we made love, it felt like I could hear a symphony where everyone played perfectly. No discord, everything happening in time as if it were a manifestation for my fantasies. I was hooked.

The music from the quartet brings me back to the present. This isn’t a moment I’d want to miss anyway. Helena’s delicate fingers clutch her blush bouquet of peonies. She had to have them, and I was willing to pay any cost for her to get them. Knowing I’ve fulfilled that wish makes me beam with pride, just like the vision of her growing with my child fills me with lust.

Her white dress flows around her, making her look like a goddess who fell out of heaven after being created just for me. Her high cheekbones and rounder than almond-shaped brown eyes add to her dramatic yet elegant features. She smiles at me with her fuller bottom lip poking out just slightly. She is a vision, and I could not be happier to claim her as my wife.

Certainty fills my chest as I clasp her delicate hand in mine. I kiss her soft cheek, inhaling the sweet scent of her. I’ve grown to love it just as much as I love her. Our family and friends gathered to watch me and her promise ourselves to one another for eternity. Emotions clog my throat, tears glittering in her eyes, as I slide the big diamond onto her beautiful finger. It pales in comparison to her.

Her hand shakes when she does the same, but her voice is steady when she says the words I’ve been waiting to hear.

“I do.”

There isn’t any more I’d want from this moment. Today, I married the most beautiful woman in the world and cannot wait to spend forever with her. With a smile, I seal my promise with a kiss.

“Now introducing Mr. and Mrs. Theodore Kelly!”

No other statement was capable of filling me with such joy and pride. I got the woman who was my forever, and she is happy to be by my side. Lacing our fingers together, I look my bride in her warm brown eyes and kiss the metal that unifies us for infinity. Her excited blush arouses me, making me eager to get on with the day.