Page 48 of Married to a SEAL

Rebecca had never seen him so much as flinch under pressure, but he fumbled with them for a moment, nearly dropping them onto the ground.

“Now repeat after me,” the officiant said.

A second later, Patrick was sliding the delicate platinum ring onto her finger. “With this ring, I thee wed.”

She held Patrick’s larger, more masculine ring with trembling fingers, and slid it onto his left hand. “With this ring, I thee wed.”

“And now,” the officiant said, “with the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Rebecca’s heart caught, and Patrick ducked down, his hands landing on her hips as his mouth brushed against hers. He kissed her a second time, slowly, sweetly, with the promise of much more to come later on.

“We’re married!” Rebecca said, tears filling her eyes once again as she looked up at her husband.

“We’re married,” he agreed, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Applause broke out in the background, and she glanced up to see a crowd on the boardwalk had stopped to watch. It almost felt like they were in a movie or something, with onlookers stopping to watch the wedding ceremony.

Their wedding ceremony.

“Let’s go celebrate,” Patrick said with a grin. “After dinner Sarah will get the kids, and we’ll go enjoy our first night as husband and wife.”

“Sounds fantastic, Mr. Foster,” she said with a smile, feeling heat spread over her cheeks. He grabbed her hand, raising it up to his lips and softly brushing his mouth over her knuckles, sending shivers racing down her spine.

“I agree, Mrs. Foster.”

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