Epilogue
The music swelled, and with her heart in her throat, Dana began to walk down the aisle on her brother’s arm.
She was so glad he was here today to give her away.
Her mother was standing stiffly to one side, and on impulse, Dana stopped, took a pink rose out of her bouquet and gave it to her mother.
This woman was her mother, and Dana loved her—she would probably never know why her mother did the things she did, but that was also okay.
Surprised, her mother took the rose and smelled it. When she looked up, her eyes were bright. Dana smiled at her before she and her brother continued walking down the aisle.
Two steps away, David, flanked by his brothers, was waiting for her. His eyes were on her, his smile devastating. She hurried forward, and her brother laughed.
“He can wait a little longer,” he said under his breath.
“But I can’t.” She giggled.
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David’s smile broadened when he saw his bride walking a little faster, and he moved forward as well. He also couldn’t wait to give her his name.
Because she already had his heart, his soul, his very being.
He caught her hand, pulled her forward and framed her face with his hands. The pastor cleared his throat loudly. Everyone laughed, but he hadn’t seen his bride all day, and he couldn’t wait another second to kiss her.
Bending down, he caught her lips with his, and when her sweet, warm breath touched his face, he relaxed for the first time. He was following his instincts, like he did at Dale’s wedding. He was going to kiss this woman now.
The End