Epilogue
Gemma
Of course, the best songs to write are love songs. Especially when they’re about your own love story. -Gemma
I’ve written a lot of songs about love. About finding love, losing love, and everything in between. Breakups, makeups, and making love…none of it is off limits. However, the hardest song I ever wrote was the one for my own wedding.
I sing it softly under my breath while I adjust my dress. I’ve always felt it was a little cheesy when the bride and groom sing to each other at the end of the aisle, so I plan to sing it to my new husband at the reception. My hands shake with nerves every time I think about it.
“I fall for you a little more every day, something in the way you love me, in the words you say…” I trail off, clasping my heart necklace in my hand. “I know you’re here with me today, Mom. I hope you like what you see. I hope you’re proud.”
The door opening startles me. I swing around and grin when I see Lana sneaking in.
“There’s a very anxious groom out there and your dad is just about as bad.” She chuckles. “They’re both sweating bullets and wearing a hole in the carpet.”
I pat down my hair again. “I’m almost ready.
” I glance down at my dress. It’s not traditional.
In fact, it’s kind of the opposite. It’s short and swirls around my thighs.
The material is satin and light pink. I had a designer friend work with me on it.
Somehow the dress embodies my personality…
a little quirky but funny and feminine in my own way.
“You look incredible,” Lana says softly.
She walks closer and we both turn to look in the mirror. She’s wearing a dark pink dress. Our wedding is small and at the new estate that we bought in Atlanta. The gardens are magnificent here and perfect for the day. I’m so damn happy that I can’t seem to stop grinning.
I put a hand to my stomach to calm my nerves. “I’m ready, Lana. I’m so ready to be his wife.”
She squeezes my shoulder. “I know you are, sweetheart.” She sighs. “You almost make me believe in love. Almost.”
I giggle. “You should believe in it. It exists.”
She makes an x with her fingers. “Don’t put that voodoo on me, bestie.” She turns and opens the door. “Anyway, let’s get out there before your husband to be loses his mind.”
I’ll never forget this day, I think to myself, a few hours later.
I’ll never forget the way Gabe’s eyes lit up when he first saw me in my dress or the way he got choked up saying his vows.
I’ll never forget my dad’s shaky voice when he gave me away or my dance with him that ended with both of us teary-eyed.
“Happy?” Gabe asks quietly in my ear while we dance close. It’s almost time to leave. We’re going to Hawaii for our honeymoon and we’re both ready to get to our private villa and get naked.
“Eternally,” I answer softly. “I’ve never been happier in my life.”
He kisses me sweetly and I sigh into the long kiss. I rub up against him and I can feel his erection through the material of his pants. “Ready to get out of here?” he finally pulls away and asks.
“Ready to start our lives together,” I reply, feeling excitement at the thought of our future. “And ready to shed this dress and ride you like a cowgirl,” I say in a lower whisper.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Let’s get out of this place.”
We finally say our goodbyes and leave hand in hand, running through the bubbles our guests are blowing. When we climb in the back of the limo, we immediately grab for each other. I end up on his lap riding his hard dick before we even get out of the parking lot.
“You. It’s always gonna be you,” I huff out as he grips my hips and I feel his cock reach the deepest part of me.
And it will be. This is just the start. Just the start of who we will be together.
The End