Page 82 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
Nicole laughs softly, brushing away another tear. “You’re right. I’m lucky, too.”
I take a step back and look her over. “Now, go ahead and get that proposal ready. But you better hurry, because the bride is almost ready, and I’m not keeping her waiting much longer.”
She smiles, her face lighting up. “You got it. Don’t make her wait too long, Noah. You two deserve this.”
With a final hug, she heads out of the room, and I take a deep breath, looking at the door. I’m about to marry the love of my life. My heart is racing with anticipation.
I stand in the quiet of the room, alone for just a few moments, letting everything sink in. I think back on the last couple of years, of how everything changed so quickly. It feels like a lifetime ago that I met Blossom.
For years, I carried Whittney’s memory like a weight I couldn’t put down, but standing here now, I realize I’ve finally let go. I will always love Whittney, but it's no longer heavy. Blossom is my future.
A simple meeting at a wedding, one night of passion, and then, suddenly, my world was turned upside down.
I think about Zack, the chaos that came with him, and Courtney, God, I never thought I’d have to deal with someone like her.
But despite everything, Blossom and I stuck together. The pregnancy, the triplets...all of it, it’s all more than I ever thought I could handle. But we’ve made it through. And now, here we are.
I glance at the clock. The ceremony’s about to start. I feel a lump in my throat when I think about Blossom walking down that aisle.
In this room, just a few feet away from the woman who’s changed my life, I feel a profound sense of gratitude. We’ve built this together: the babies, the love, the family. Every challenge, every hurdle, it’s been worth it.
I take a deep breath and look at myself in the mirror once more. This is it. We’ve come a long way, but this is just the beginning. I’m ready to marry Blossom. And I know she’s ready, too.
The elevator hums softly as we ascend toward the rooftop. I can barely contain my excitement, my heart beating faster with each floor I pass.
It feels surreal, like my whole life has been building to this moment, this incredible moment where I get to marry the love of my life. The doors open with a soft chime, and as I step onto the rooftop, I’m met with the sight of the most beautiful setup I could’ve imagined.
The entire space has been transformed for the wedding.
White tents cover the tables and the buffet and bar, the soft cloth billowing slightly in the cool autumn breeze. The seating arrangement leads to the altar at the far end of the rooftop, and the entire space is bathed in soft, golden light.
The sun is still high enough to warm the air, but the crispness of early autumn has started to settle in, adding a perfect balance. It’s like something out of a dream.
I smile, taking in the beauty of it all, my eyes scanning every detail. There’s a huge floral arrangement behind the altar, carefully chosen to reflect Blossom’s favorite colors. The flowers look like they belong to the sky itself, lush, vibrant, and alive.
This is where I proposed to Blossom, and now it’s where I’ll marry her. The thought hits me with a burst of warmth. My whole life is about to change, and I can’t wait for this phase to begin.
I make my way to the altar, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. The officiant is already there, greeting me with a friendly smile. I exchange a few words with him, the conversation light and full of laughter.
I can’t stop smiling as I look out at the guests, all seated and chatting as they wait for the ceremony to begin.
I feel an overwhelming sense of excitement. Everything’s perfect: the setup, the weather, the anticipation. As I stand by the altar, my eyes flicker to the guests, spotting my mom and Blossom’s mom, both smiling at the beauty of the day.
Then, the music starts, the first notes of the song we’d picked playing softly through the air. The entire crowd falls silent, and I turn to face the aisle, my heart racing as I wait for Blossom to appear.
And then, I see her.
Blossom steps into view, radiant and glowing, a vision in a white gown that seems to shimmer in the sunlight. The intricate beading and lace that adorn her dress make it look like a gorgeous bouquet of flowers, each detail catching the light in its own way.
My breath catches in my throat. She’s even more beautiful than I imagined.
I watch her approach, feeling the weight of the moment.
This is it. She’s the one I’m going to spend forever with.
The ceremony is a blur of emotion: our vows, our promises, and the overwhelming joy of finally becoming one. I can’t believe I’m standing here, in front of all our friends and family, promising my love to the woman I cherish more than anything.
The words I say to her are from my heart, and I can feel the weight of each one.
