Page 107 of The Nice Guy
“I’m happier than I ever thought I would be,” I say and look at him. “You raised the man of my dreams, and I can’t wait to start our life together.”
He wipes his eyes and chuckles. “You know, I think you’re the perfect match for Rhett. We couldn’t have picked out anyone better than you. We love you, sweetheart.”
Blinking rapidly, I do my best to stop the tears as we step out to walk down the aisle. I can’t ruin my makeup yet because we decided to do pictures after the ceremony.
The moment we step on the fabric aisle leading to my future husband, every member of Rhett’s family turns to face us. Darla and Carter stand at the altar with Rhett, and Everett and Dr. Mackle sit in the front across from Lydia.
After learning more about Daddy from Dr. Mackle, I knew I needed him here on this special day. A way to have Daddy with me. And he gives me a knowing smile, which makes me smirk. He’s the only other person to know my little secret.
The moment Rhett turns and lays eyes on me, he covers his mouth as his eyes glisten. He looks so handsome in his tux, and I can’t help it. The waterworks have started, and we’ll just have to accept the pictures as they are.
This is what I always wanted. To marry a man so in love with me that he can’t keep his emotions in check when he sees me in my wedding dress. A man who can’t wait to start our lives together, and I remind myself not to run down to him.
Everything about this wedding was planned by us. Whatwewanted. It’s small, especially considering my wedding to Kevin was supposed to have seven hundred guests. It’s intimate, and it’s perfect. The colors I want, the cake we loved, and nothing flashy or over-the-top. Simple and magical.
The date we picked worked for everyone. The dress needed no alterations. The flowers were free since we picked them ourselves yesterday. The pastor gave us his blessing after one meeting. The photographer had a last-minute cancelation. Everything just fell into place like this was supposed to happen. We were supposed to be here.
The ceremony itself is a blur, and I struggle to keep myself together. Before I know it, Rhett’s lips are on mine as we’re pronounced husband and wife.
The pictures don’t take long, and Rhett pulls me inside and away from everyone for a few moments alone in the bedroom.Ourbedroom, now. “You look amazin’,” he whispers and kisses me.
“I couldn’t keep it together when I saw your reaction to my dress,” I say and kiss him back, my hands in his hair as he hikes up my skirt. “I couldn’t ask for anything more.”
His rough hands scratch at the sensitive skin of my thighs. “I can’t wait to make love to my wife for the first time,” he says with a smile. “Don’t get upset with me if I keep callin’ you Mrs. Dillon. It feels like a dream. One I wasn’t sure would ever come true.”
My panties are soaked, but a familiar wave of heat overcomes me as I push him back. “Oh, no!”
I race to the bathroom and kneel in front of the toilet as gracefully as I can, my stomach lurching. Rhett’s right beside me in a flash to hold my hair back as I empty the small amount of food I’ve eaten today. The morning sickness started about a week ago, and I start crying knowing I couldn’t make it through my wedding without vomiting.
“Oh, baby,” he says and rubs my bare back. “I wish I could say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”
I flush and let him help me to my feet. Swishing mouthwash, I lean against the counter and fan myself. It feels like a heater has been blowing on me for days. “You can be sorry I’m sick.”
“You’re sick because you’re carryin’ my baby. I can’t be all that sorry.”
Laughing, I look down at my belly. “Now, I’m not asking for a lot here, but I need you to let me enjoy my wedding night, okay? Mama needs to spend uninterrupted time with your daddy to repeat how we made you.”
Rhett kneels down and kisses my belly. “Daddy seconds that. I’ll buy you a pony one day if you do.”
The image of Rhett holding a baby in his arms makes me smile. He’s going to be an incredible father. “We better get out there before they accuse us of doing something indecent.”
“I planned to do somethin’ indecent with my blushin’ bride, but our child had other plans. Must be a girl because a boy would never stop me from lovin’ up on his mama.”
Giggling, I kiss his cheek and take his hand. “Let’s get out there, Mr. Dillon.”
“Whatever you want, Mrs. Dillon.”
I love the way it sounds, and I don’t even care we get knowing looks from people who think we had a quickie inside. “Oh, get your minds out of the gutter,” I joke. “Nothing happened.”
“We need somethin’ to happen,” Gemma calls out. “Rhett’s not gettin’ any younger, and we want more babies!”
“And from my sister, no less,” Rhett says. “Who else would have the gall to call me old on my weddin’ day?”
“You’re not a spring chicken like Brynlee,” Hardy agrees. “Gotta get goin’ as soon as possible.”
If only they knew.
Carter walks up with two beers, and he offers one to Rhett. “I think you should have just one, man. I know you’re on your sober streak, but it’s your weddin’.”
