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Blake and I get lost in each other too. Because even though we’ve been within in five feet of each other since the ceremony, it feels as if we haven’t had just a minute just the two of us.
“Have I told you that you look fucking beautiful tonight?” he asks, his hands molding themselves to my body.
“You might have but I don’t mind hearing it again,” I say, throwing him a smile.
He lets out a chuckle before leaning down and placing a kiss against my lips.
“You look fucking beautiful,” he says, his lips barely a whisper against mine.
“I can say the same thing about you,” I say before stealing another kiss.
The laugh that he lets out is like music to my ears and I wish my brain had a record button so that I can hear it when he’s gonefor an away game, which are going to be a staple in our lives for plenty of more years to come.
Come September, Blake is entering his fifth year in the NHL, just signing on for another four years in Chicago, and he shows no signs of stopping. He’s on the top of his game and even though they didn’t make it to the cup finals this year or even last year, I have a feeling that they will get back to being that championship winning team in no time.
They might need some extra work, but they can get there. More so if Liam, Christian, Blake, and Logan are going to be Knights for a while.
While Blake signed on for another four years for the Knights, I signed a contract of my own with one of the top hospitals in Chicago. After getting my degree and license, I bounced around different departments around the city until I was able to find one that had a permanent opening.
I’ve officially been a pediatric nurse at one of the top departments in the state for five months now and I couldn’t be happier.
Things are working out. Things are better.
When I was with Elijah, I didn’t think that things would ever be like this, I thought I was going to continue to live with fear running through my veins. I’m glad I was wrong.
Because if I continued to let fear dictate me, I wouldn’t be in Blake’s arms right now, with his ring on my finger, ready for whatever comes next.
As the music flows around us and one slow song turns into another one, I get lost in Blake’s arms, absolutely content with where I am.
If I could live life with his arms wrapped around me until I’m old and wrinkly, I would.
“Let’s get married,” Blake says, low enough so that I can only hear, taking me out of my thoughts.
“Um we are,” I say, lifting my head from where it rests on his chest and giving him a confused look. “Or did you forget?”
The way he smiles at me, makes me want to melt right here in the middle of the dance floor.
“No, I didn’t forget.” He leans down and places another kiss against my lips, before pulling away all too quickly. “We should pick a date, though, because I don’t know how much longer I can wait not having you as my wife and officially mine forever.”
“Babe, I’ve been yours since we were teenagers,” I say to him, threading my hand in his curls. And it’s the truth. From the second that he gave me my locket, I was his even though neither one of us knew it at the time.
“True, but it’s not official until we share the same last name. So, we should get on that.” A smirk forms on his face as he speaks.
“Do you have a date in mind?” I ask the question, curious if he does or not.
We’ve just started talking about wedding planning, since things have been hectic because of my work schedule and getting ready for Hunter and Selena’s wedding. Things are going to become crazier come September and hockey season starts back up again.
“I do,” he tells me, with a curt nod.
Color me even more curious.
“And what date would that be?”
“September 1st,” he answers without even thinking.
I let the date run through my head.
“Why does that day sound familiar?” I ask, trying to remember why that day is important.
