Epilogue
One year later
“Oh.” My mother fanned her face with both hands. “You look like an angel, Wyn.”
“Thank you.” I fanned my own face, then fluffed out the skirt of my gown.
I had never been one who dreamed of an over-the-top wedding.
I always pictured something small and intimate.
Even after accepting Kaynaan’s proposal, that idea didn’t change.
I still wanted small and intimate, but I also knew that I wanted to get married in the backyard at his grandparents’ estate.
When Kaynaan mentioned it to the family, Georgia was surprisingly the biggest proponent.
She hopped on board and helped to plan almost every detail.
And I let her, because I had a six-month-old baby to see after.
“Where’s the baby?” I questioned my mother.
“Calm down, she’s with Bethany.”
Kaynaan and I went back and forth on names. Then one day out of the blue, he asked me if I ever thought about naming the baby after myself. I asked him what he meant. He asked if I thought something weather related like Wyndi would fit.
I was suspicious as hell, then, because where did that thought come from? I begged him to tell me the baby’s name from his dreams, but he wouldn’t. I thought about Breeze. Rain and Rainy. Snow. Summer and Autumn. I even jokingly suggested Thunder. Nothing really felt like it.
Then it happened. One day when he thought I was asleep, I heard him talking to the baby.
“You called her Stormi!” I had yelled. And that was that. She was Stormi Princess Castle-Israel.
LoLo put my veil on while my mother adjusted my train. Before I knew it, it was time to head toward the backyard.
My grandfather walked me down the aisle and handed me over to Kaynaan with tears in his eyes.
I took Kaynaan’s hand and stepped up on the dais next to him.
I stared into his eyes while the pastor spoke.
And I just knew that if someone took a picture of me looking at him like that, I would become a meme.
We repeated our vows to each other after the pastor, and finally he said the words we’d both been waiting for. “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
Kaynaan bent down and captured my mouth with his. His kiss was deep, passionate, and filled with the love he felt for me. I melted in his embrace.
He broke the kiss, but before he could pull completely away, I whispered in his ear. “I have a secret.”
He gave me the biggest grin. “I’m already knowing,” he joked.
“You’re carrying our son. He came to me in a dream last night.
You were holding him in your arms, and he was mean mugging the shit outta me.
I tried to kiss you, and his little ass pushed me away, talking ’bout, mine. He’s gonna be a mama’s boy.”
I believed him. “Who did he look like?”
“Me.”
“Are they all gonna look like you?” I pouted.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. When you give me a third one, I guess we’ll see.”
The End