Page 133 of Inspiring Izzy

"A project? Does that mean I'm no longer your assistant?"

"No," he chuckles as helps me to the sink. "I'm promoting you."

"To what?"

"A new venture."

"Who's going to be your assistant?" I challenge.

"I can get my own lunch, Iz," he grins. "I think limiting our work relationships to a few trusted people might be better for company morale."

"You're serious?" I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

"We'll get lunch together."

"What about booking your meetings?" I tease him.

"I can do that, too."

"I'll help," I close my eyes tight, feeling like an equal for the first time in my life.

"I just want you to be happy," Brady cups my face in his hands. "I want Brianna to be happy."

I open my eyes and see his full of love. "We are."

"You're my wife now," he declares, "so you never have to worry about where you're going to live or if you're going to be able to feed Brianna. You both always have a home wherever I am."

"Thank you for saying that," I hug him.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" he checks.

"I'll be fine," I assure him.

"Let's get a test tomorrow morning," I say to him. "I was kind of hoping to dance with my husband tonight."

Brady gives me a breathtaking smile. "I was kind of hoping I'd get a chance to dance with my wife."

As soon as we make it back to the party, I spot Angie sipping on a cocktail across the room. She keeps sending death glares our way, but Brady doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he introduces me to almost everyone in the room as his 'wife'. I'm still getting used to that word leaving his mouth about me. l

"My bride," he mutters in my ear as he holds me tight on the dancefloor.

We sway to the music as the disco ball spins overhead.

"Mommy!" Brianna tugs on my dress.

Brady and I pull apart as Brianna shimmies in front of us.

"Hi, baby," I say as I hold my hand out to her. "You wanna dance with us?"

She reaches for me and Brady at the same time.

We spin and twirl as more and more people flood the dancefloor.

When my feet start aching, Brady leads Brianna and me over to the Thompsons' table.

"I have to make a speech," he says into my hair. "I'll be right back."

Mom hands me a cup of water. "You doing alright?"

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