Epilogue
Tasha
Eight Months Later
Dear [name]
Natasha Forrest and Sebastian Castillo hereby invite you to a combined house warming / baby shower / wedding on
[insert date once celebrant and Gabe confirm] at
The Restaurant
The only gift we request is your best wishes.
Only Sebastian could fuss over the font choices so long that the invitations are no longer necessary.
Luckily, Elena’s husband thought it would be a great joke for the reformed womanizer to get licensed as a marriage celebrant. We never intended to accept Kye’s offer. Then again, I never expected to get married in between labor contractions, but here we are.
“Got time for me to ask a couple of questions?” Kye’s lost his uber cool swagger under a sheen of green. If he was standing any closer to the hospital room door, he’d be in the corridor.
“Shoot,” I say on the exhale. “I’ve got a minute, maybe two.”
“Do you, Natasha Maree Forrest take Sebastian Castillo as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold …”
“Get to the point,” Seb growls. Am I squeezing too tight?
“Do you want to marry this grumpy asshole, otherwise known as Sebastian Castillo?”
“Yes.”
“Do you, Sebastian Castillo …”
“Yes. Damn it, yes.”
“There is an official process,” Kye grumbles.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. I’ll take her in morning sickness and in cravings. I’ll take her in labor, and for all the sleepless nights we have ahead. I will take Natasha Maree Forrest anyway she lets me, as long as she’s my wife.”
“Then by the powers stupidly invested in me by the state of New South Wales, I now pronounce you husband and …”
Kye doesn’t need someone to open the door. One look at my face and he’s halfway to the parking lot, screaming “… wife.”
Candice Catherine Castillo is born precisely one minute after her father finally and properly wifeyed me up.
Thank you for reading The Wedding Trap, book 12 in the Wedding Season multi-author collaboration.