Page 167 of His Juliet

“Have I said how excited I am to marry you?” he murmured.

I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “You might have mentioned it once or twice.”

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JULIET

The bed shiftedand I rolled over with a groan. I didn’t know what time it was except fortoo early. I reached for Romeo, but my hand hit air.

A low chuckle by my ear had me relaxing. “I love how much you want me even in your sleep.” His lips brushed my cheek.

“Come back to bed,” I whined, stretching behind me to grab him.

“I can’t. I have very important wedding things to do.”

I pried my eyes open. “What kind of things?”

His hands bracketed my body as he leaned down to kiss me. “Secret things.”

I tried to tug him down on top of me, but he didn’t budge. “When will you get back?” I was pouting, but it was my wedding day, so I was allowed to.

“The groom can’t see the bride before the wedding.”

I scowled. “You’re seeing me now.”

He chuckled, the sound low and delicious. “It’s too early in the morning. Doesn’t count.” He half-lowered himself on top of me. “Don’t look at me like that. You’ll like the surprise. Besides, I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

My cheeks flushed and my pussy clenched, desperate for what he was promising. “You better.”

“Fuck, you’re cute. I can’t wait to marry you, wife.”

I breathed him in and savored the weight of his body over mine. “Can’t wait to marry you, husband.”

He kissed me gently, pulling away with a smile when I tried to deepen it. “Sofiya and Sienna will be here soon with breakfast. Have fun today, angel. Next time I see you, you’ll be walking down the aisle.”

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“Hair and makeupshould be here in just a few minutes,” Sienna said as she cleared our plates from breakfast.

“Which means it’s time for this!” Sofiya said, holding out a small box wrapped in silver paper.

I grinned when I saw Queenie’s name on the gift tag. “Hey, cutie, come here. Daddy got you a present.” Queenie hopped down from her perch on the couch and slowly stretched, showing off the powder blue sweater Romeo had crocheted for her—part of an extensive, growing collection of miniature clothes.

“Oohh, what is it?” Sienna moved closer as I unwrapped it.

“Oh my god. He didn’t.” It was a gold kitten-sized tiara with stones that looked like diamonds.

“That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” Sofiya squealed. “Let’s see it on the queen.”

Queenie trotted over to us, and I picked her up and sat her on the countertop. “They aren’t real diamonds, right?”

Sofiya snorted. “No, of course not. That would be a completely absurd thing to do.”

I groaned. “Fuck, they’re real, aren’t they?”

Sienna laughed. “Wait, that reminds me. You know that grant you got before Christmas?”

I nodded, suspicious of where this was going.

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