Chapter 11
Rose
“Don’t forget to write to me next week, I want to hear all about your honeymoon.” Erin hugs me tight, and I close my eyes. I may have been an only child all my life, but she does feel like a sister to me now. I'm so grateful I got to share this special day with her.
“I will, I promise,” I sign, and she signs back, “I’ll send you my crochet progress!”
“You guys come back anytime. We'll come to Knoxville next month, so it won't be long until we see each other again,” says Vox, his hand resting on my back. Erin and I smile wide.
“We could have a night out and bake stuff, how does that sound?” I sign, and she grins.
“I cannot wait. Take care of yourself, hon. Thank you again for sharing this day with me.” I let out a silent thank you, and we exchanged looks like sisters saying goodbye.
We wave Shadow and Erin goodbye as they leave back to the airport in the taxi, both of them back into normal clothes, looking like a couple of high-end criminals, and the irony is just too loud.
Our celebration was perfect. We had lunch at home with the beautiful cake Vox ordered for us.
White vanilla buttercream with raspberries inside.
There was a little figurine of a bride and a groom on top that I kept in one of the drawers.
A little souvenir. Erin also made us pose for a few pictures in the garden, and despite the cold, I stayed for as long as I could to make beautiful, long-lasting memories.
Maybe one day our children will look at those photos, and we'll tell them how special it was, how much love there was.
Back in our living room, I'm about to go upstairs and change now that our wedding is technically over, but Vox calls my name, stopping me in my tracks. He's standing next to the huge bouquet of flowers Ares sent.
“Seems like you forgot something.” I arch a brow as he installs a vinyl in the player.
“May I have this dance, Mrs. Oxen?” he says in his sinful, rough voice.
I smile, giddy, and nod, accepting his hand as the music starts.
Fly Me to the Moon. His parents’ song, and ours now.
We sway from side to side, his hand holding me tight against him, the other leading me.
He’s so handsome in his black tuxedo. I feel like I’m dancing with a villain in an action movie, and still, I know this villain is the best man that could ever love me right.
“Anything on your mind, angel?”
“Just that you look…striking.” I stop to sign, then start again.
“Striking, umm, I’ll take it.” He kisses me gently.
“What have you planned for the rest of the day? We still have the afternoon to ourselves.”
“Plans wife, I have plans for you.”
“Such as?”
“I could tell you and see your pretty face gets all flushed, or I could carry you right now in my arms and just…show you?” He arches a brow, and I blush, his implications loud and clear, blooming goosebumps on my skin.
The music comes to an end, and as promised, Vox carries me upstairs like a princess.
We make our way into our bedroom, and there, away from the crisp, cold winter, we seal our fate for eternity.
“My wife,” he murmurs, kissing my jaw as I draw on his chest I love you, because I know how much he adores it. And he keeps saying it as we find heaven together.
My wife, he repeats over and over.
My beautiful wife.