Chapter 13 All Wrapped Up with a Bow
All Wrapped Up with a Bow
Odette
Will you marry me?
The words finally rang. There it was. I’d gotten so cross with him that I didn’t know what to say.
I felt like it might never come, but now Wyatt’s face showed only the sweetest love.
He’d gotten down on one knee in the snow because he knew how much it meant.
An older couple passed by with their dog, staring at us in confusion. I tried not to laugh.
“Hi!” Wyatt said nervously as he waited for my answer.
“Best of luck!” The woman called, probably confused by the French-speaking couple just having a proposal in the park at a ridiculous hour.
I waited for his face to settle back on mine and nodded. “Ouais. Bien sur!”
“That’s a yes?” He confirmed.
“Yes, Wy. It’s a yes!” I chuckled.
Wyatt pulled himself up. As he wrapped me up in a kiss, all my worries and thoughts about his nefarious actions fell by the wayside.
“I’m sorry it took so long,” he cupped my face. “I didn’t try to drag it out, I promise.”
“It’s okay. This was still sweet. The point was, I felt loved,” I promised.
Wyatt dusted off his tux pants.
“Let’s get you home. You’re going to freeze,” I said.
Wyatt picked up my gloved hand and kissed it. “I’m going to be okay. We’re not far.”
Hand-in-hand we walked. I couldn’t fight a smile. I was going to marry Wyatt. Finally, I got the love of my life. The one thing I never believed in was my final, happiest act yet. Now, it had come.
“I tried to propose at dinner the other night,” he said. “But you were sick.”
“Oh, baby, I’m sorry.”
“Your health was far more important. I tell you what, let’s just come back and treat ourselves to a quiet moment again in a few months—no Theo, just us. I mean, if you don’t hate this place.”
“I don’t,” I said. “But really, I love winter, so this is so perfect. It’s just like something out of the movie.”
“It is perfect. Better than I planned.”
I looked at him, confused. “Even bigger than a swoon proposal over a fabulous dinner I ruined?”
Wyatt stopped. “I’m going to ruin it.”
I squeezed his hand. “No, you couldn’t possibly ruin it.”
“Well, this place,” he gestured with his free hand, “it’s such a reminder of Isla to me.
We used to come here all the time. She loved the park.
So, it almost feels special in a way—like it was meant to be.
I know it’s probably fucked up to say I know Isla would have loved you, but…
she would have. If she could have picked someone to care for Theo like he deserved in her absence, you would have been the one, Odette. ”
I was again openly sobbing. My tears stuck to my face. I was sure my makeup was a disaster, but I couldn’t hold back. Wrapping my arms around Wyatt, I buried my face in his shoulder. He held me tighter, kissing the top of my head lovingly. When I pulled back, his eyes met mine.
“Wyatt, that is incredibly sweet. And as I’ve said, I will never tell you to hide her or pretend she doesn’t exist. She’s part of your story—and Theo’s.”
Wyatt kissed my forehead. “I love you for that. You are the best person, Odette.”
We continued back towards the house on the private street.
“I think we should do something to include her and my parents in the wedding.”
“We could do a memory table. I don’t want to make it weird, though. People will talk and—”
“Wyatt, let them! I don’t care. If it would mean a lot to you and Theo, I want it. It’s our wedding. Not just mine. I want it to be perfect for us. So, if you have ideas, now is the time.”
“I have a feeling you have many and that’s good, because I’m pretty easy. Isla and I kept our wedding so small.”
“I don’t want a royal wedding,” I assured.
“I want our families and friends there. I want to get married in summer and spend the day just loving you. I want Theo to be our ring bearer and the girls to be flower girls. I want to be married on the grounds of the chateau more than anything. And I want the dress I’ve already designed.
Sorry about that, but… dresses take time and I need to pull the trigger ASAP. ”
He chuckled. “All of that sounds perfect. I want to take Mom down to her seat. I think she’d like that. It might be unconventional—”
“I think it’s sweet. Rick will escort me the way he did Astrid.”
“He’d never say no, Odie.”
I smiled. “He won’t, no. Everyone will be relieved. Ingrid can finally pick out a bridesmaid dress.”
“Let’s make it work.”
“Let’s be happy,” Wyatt said. “As I know we will. And please tell me you’re moving in so we can quit the back and forth and I can wake up with you every morning.”
I met his gaze. “I want nothing more. Now, can you take me home and spoil me in more ways than one?”
“I would love to.”
We raced back to the house, bursting through the front door. His mother appeared, confused if not a little concerned.
“She said yes,” Wyatt finally confirmed. “But we’re… going to bed.”
She didn’t argue and we escaped without further question. Wyatt freed me from my dress, and I did the rest as he furiously lost his clothing. Rather than neatly putting things up as he always did, Wyatt rushed feverishly to join me in bed. Finally, we gave over to what we hadn’t done in days.
“I want to watch you cum,” he whispered in my ear. “I want to focus on you completely. I need that.”
“Who am I to… tell you no?” I gasped as his fingers ran down to my nipples.
Wyatt’s touch overwhelmed me in a way that made me greedy for him.
I pressed his hand down to my centre, longing to get off.
As he dipped his fingers inside me to spread my wetness across my clit, I pumped my hand down his hard shaft.
We waited an eternity to get this show on the road post-travel, and it showed in the desperate way we longed for this.
My nostrils flared as Wyatt circled my clit with his fingers. I moaned and gripped his cock tighter, slowly rolling my thumb over the head.
“Oh, fuck,” Wyatt growled. “You’re so bad.”
“I’m bad but I need all of you, Wyatt,” I kissed him slowly.
“I want to watch you cum.”
Feeling empowered, I pushed him back on the bed and climbed astride him. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, shivering from the pleasure it brought.
“Yeah, you like that?” Wyatt asked.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I moaned and dug my nails into his chest. I was seconds from an orgasm. His fingers had primed me. I searched only for a minute more and came. My eyes rolled back, and I screamed his name.
“Oh, fuck me, Wyatt!”
He didn’t hesitate to bob me like a rag doll, unable to resist the urge to do the same. While it wasn’t our slowest or fastest time at this, it felt different. I bit my lip hard as he came, a satisfied growl leaving his lips. Then, Wyatt smiled and settled his gaze back on mine.
“Fuck, I love you,” Wyatt said.
I bent to kiss him. “I love you, too.”