“Iris Smith,” Christian says quietly, taking my left hand in his and looking directly into my eyes. “You are, without a doubt, the love of my life. I have been overwhelmed, every day of my life – with you present in it and not – by your beautiful soul, your grace, your strength, and your courage. Yo
The priest takes a deep breath as we arrive at the front of the altar, both of us beaming, our little collection of friends and witnesses coming up behind. “I take it,” the priest says, raising an eyebrow at us. “That things have been sorted?” “Yes, Father,” Christian says happily, putting me ge
I peek under the lid of the huge pot in the kitchen, checking on the boiling lobsters, pleased to see them turning a bright and shiny red. Grinning, I lower the lid and turn towards the oven, wanting to peek at the steaks finishing up in there as well. Because nothing says wedding feast like surf an
I blink up at him, a little surprised that he picked up on that. Has he been able to read me this clearly the whole time? “Tell me,” Christian murmurs, staring intently down into my face, empathy all over his. “Was this…was this bad? Should I have…not done it this way?” “Well, why did you do it
“Tell me,” Christian begs, clearly wanting to know what it is that I’m upset about – what parts of our wedding day didn’t appeal to me. “Chris, no,” I murmur, raising my hands to wrap around his wrists, eager to end his pain immediately. “It’s fine! It was wonderful! This is what I’ve always wante
My grin broadens. “Oh, nothing,” I say, leaning my weight against him, my voice playful and singsong. “Just…a huge cake, eight tiers high. With pink icing.” “Pink!?” he bursts out laughing, but I can tell that he loves it. “Baby pink,” I say softly, smiling up at him. “Like a peony.” “You’ll h
To my chagrin, Christian just shakes his head and tightens his arms around me, turning me again in the bed so that I’m flat on my back and he’s on top of me, his weight balanced on his forearms. “Let’s not talk about it now, Daisy,” he murmurs, pressing a lazy kiss to my neck and then to my chest ri
I laugh and, seeing Christian raise a passive hand inviting me to come sit with him, Lucy lets me go and goes to settle herself in Tony’s lap. I curl up at Christian’s side, ignoring, a bit, how close my feet are to Frankie on the other side of the couch. I mean, I try to curl up – but it’s a little