Page 61 of One Pucking Heart

He nods. “In five years’ time when you’re old, I will bring your cane and Ensure nutrient shake to you every morning.”

I slap his chest and laugh. “Rude, Beckett.”

He chuckles. “Seriously, I love you, and I always will.”

“I love you.” Our lips come together in a chaste kiss. “Is this ring from Vegas?”

“Sure is.”

“How did you know?”

“Remember how I told you I went to the gift shop to get us those cheap bands to use for the ceremony? Well, I passed the salon and I saw you staring into the shop window. I waited for you to leave and I went to see what you were looking at. I bought it right then.”

I hold out my hand and look at the beautiful ring. “Beckett, this was expensive. We were very much in the fake-wedding mindset then. Why would you waste money on a ring you may have never used?”

“I told you. My feelings for you were never fake. I think at the beginning they were confusing and maybe I didn’t know exactly what they all meant, but I knew they were real. I knew that I was falling in love with you and that once we were married, I’d never want it to end. I also knew that I wanted you to have the ring that made you stop and stare with that expression of longing on your face.”

Cupping his face, I press my lips to his. “How did I get so lucky? I’ve been waiting my entire life for you, Beckett Feldmore.” Sitting on the hotel floor, I kiss Beckett with everything I have.

He breaks the kiss and pulls his phone from his pocket, moving his thumb across the screen.

I gasp, a wide smile forms on my face as the familiar song plays through the phone’s speakers.

Beckett stands and extends his hand to mine. “Dance with me.”

I place my hand in his palm and he pulls me up from the floor and holds me against his chest as we sway to the music. Surrounded by the beautiful melody and enchanting lyrics of Elvis’s, “Can’t Help Falling in Love,” Beckett kisses me just as he did in Vegas, after we said our vows.

The song that speaks to fools rushing in and falling madly in love because they can’t help it fills my soul with happiness. It hits differently than it did in Vegas when I thought my feelings were an illusion of something more. It brought me sadness then. But now, there’s only joy.

The song is perfect as is everything else. Our road here was wild, crazy, and so unlike me, but I know now that every minute of it was meant to be part of our journey. Nothing about Beckett and I should work, and yet, everything does.

Beckett kisses my neck. “You, Elena, are the dream I never knew to wish for. Thank you for coming true. You know what you being pregnant means?”

“What?”

“No more condoms. We can do it anywhere at any time.”

I chuckle. “That’s quite the transition, Beck. You go from dream coming true to barebacking it in a matter of two seconds.”

“Well, they are two very important things.” He presses his lips to mine. “We have a lot to do, you know? We have to find our dream house and move out of the condo. We’ll have to get the nursery done. Oh, do you want a gender reveal party? Apparently, they’re really popular. Annette in Accounting just had one. Do you want to get married again and have a bigger wedding or a reception with our friends?” He rattles off questions in rapid succession.

“Beckett.” I press my lips to his to get him to stop talking. “My love. Those things can be figured out another day. Today, I just want to be with you.”

“That’s something I can get on board with. So tell me, is the bed in this joint as awful as this sofa?”

“No.” I grin. “It’s pretty nice.”

“Good.” He lifts me up, scooping me in his arms.

I wrap my arms around his neck and lean into his chest as he carries me to the bedroom. It’s been a long week without my husband and I have no plans to leave this suite until we have to. It’ll be just like our honeymoon. Orgasms and room service—I can’t think of anything better.

My fingers play with the short hair at the nape of his neck. The ring that signifies a lifetime together feels heavy on my finger, a reminder that this is real.

This won’t end.

This is forever.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

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