Page 30 of Royal Baby Maker

“It's a yes!” I cried, wiggling my finger as he slid the ring on. It was gorgeous, and other girls might have studied it longingly. All I wanted to do was kiss this man.

So I did.

And then I didn't stop.

- Epilogue -

Bishop

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The pair of Pomeranianstrotted down the aisle together. On their collars they each wore a small pillow, my wedding ring and Nell's, respectively. The sight of them made my grin stretch wide. My mother, perched in a front seat nearby, was clasping her lilac-gloved hands with a proud smile.

Cujo panted, wagging his tail as he reached me. I bent down to take the ring. Opposite me, Gigi took the other from Jaws. The priest who was officiating smiled politely, but I wondered if he thought we were very strange for making the dogs our ring bearers.

Honestly? I didn't care what anyone thought.

This wasourwedding.

No one else's.

People were still laughing politely behind their hands when the music changed. Pachelbel's Canon filtered through the air. And then I saw her.

Nellie came forth like from some sultry dream. There were peach and yellow flowers in her high-coiffed hair. Instead of a veil, a long, silvery cape drifted along behind her up the aisle. Our guests gasped appropriately. I knew she was beautiful. I knew shefeltbeautiful, and how could she not?

The snow-cream dress clung to her rounded belly. There was a slim belt under her swollen breasts, the same design dancing at the hem of her massively ruffled skirts. No one dead or alive could match her. My beautiful bride—just seeing her had my heart thrumming.

Deeper than the love, more primal, was my urge for her. This woman was about to become mywife.Everyone in this room could see she carried my child in her womb. I'd never been so possessive, so wild and unhinged, for anyone like I was for Nell. I guess that's how you know it's love.

Watching her approach me brought pricks of heat to the backs of my eyes. I was overwhelmed by this woman. By her scent, her presence, by the veryideaof her and what waited for us down the road.

Nell paused in front of me. “Hi,” she whispered.

I worked the dry knot down my throat. “You're the most beautiful woman in the world. Did you know?” My hands clasped around hers. The priest cleared his throat, but I didn't let go. I never would.

Distantly, I knew things were being said. My distracted cells worked to connect with Nell's as we hovered so close. We were merging on paper but I wanted us to bind together on a level even deeper.

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