"Kenzie, sweetheart. They say love is patient, love is blind, but to me, loving you spiced up my life," Andrew said as he began his vow.
A chuckle left Kenzie's lips for only she, knew what Andrew meant.
The man smiled at Kenzie's effort to hold back a peal of laughter and resumed, "You are the best thing... I never knew I needed. You came into my life like a breath of fresh air and suddenly, my life was with meaning. You captured my heart, the moment I gazed into your blue eyes."
"I vow to thrill you each day—to amaze and astonish you." He smirked and added, "Did I mention all the magic tricks I am learning?" Yet again, that sent Kenzie giggling and somehow, a few of those in the crowd laughed with her.
"Yes, my love. It's because I promise to make you the happiest bride on the face of the earth. If I could surpass the kind of passion and love your father have for your mother, I would." Andrew formed a smirk, knowing that he had scored. He perfectly
Thank you for reading. Sorry ladies. The cell service disappeared yesterday. Sigh. In any case, its already better than the last two weeks since the typhoon hit. Thank God, it's getting better. I'll try my best to publish another chapter later.
"Calling out all the single ladies!" The emcee of the wedding party urged, encouraging the usherettes to bring in all the ladies they thought were not married, to the front of the stage. Anabelle volunteered, standing from her seat and announcing, "I am very much single and available!" A set of laughter echoed across the vast venue from within the Ritz-Carlton hotel, even the Wrights were amused by the humor of Andrew's mother. "What? It's true! I am single!" Anabelle repeated, dragging Melissa with her. "Give us a fair chance at a happy ever after." Eyes searched for William, seeing his former wife declare her availability. Andrew's father just smiled at Anabelle's actions. For the first time in a long time, he enjoyed being in an event with his family, without having to deal with Claire's drama. "Let her be," William said. "I will join the single lads, later on." Anabelle and William shot each other with stares. One can only speculat
"Just where are you taking me and why did we fly in the wee hours?" Kenzie asked, while trying to peek through her blindfold. She yawned and complained, "Couldn't we have waited until morning came?" Andrew had just taken her for an hour flight, heading to their first honeymoon destination. As soon as they stepped into London's international airport, Andrew already had Kenzie's eyes covered, reminding her it was a surprise. During the entire private jet ride, Kenzie could only see her lap. It was the only loophole of her eye cover. Now, walking on pavement, and with very little light, she had no idea where they landed. Given the flight duration, she could only assume they were still in Europe. Holding Kenzie's hand and guiding her walk, Andrew answered, "It's a surprise, sweetheart. And if we left much later, it would be too crowded." In the next twenty minutes, they were riding in a luxury vehicle, smelled of new leather. Steppin
[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS R-18. IT CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS] Kenzie threw her head back on the couch with her eyes fluttering. She swallowed air down her throat before taking deep breaths. Her hair was disheveled, her dress brought down to her arm, one of her breasts was already on display, and her skirt had already reached her waist. Her signature underwear was on the floor, torn mercilessly by her husband. She turned to the glass window, watching as the sun began to rise. Only the tempered glass stood in the way of her and Andrew against the city below them. The idea of making love in front of the window panes further heightened Kenzie's arousal, despite knowing it was tinted glass. "Aaahh!" A loud moan escaped her lips and her brows met before looking down in between her thighs. There was Andrew, working hard on her core. It had been a good five minutes since he was down there, pleasing
Following the couple's stay in Paris, Andrew and Kenzie went on another European cruise. It was meant to reminisce the days when they met.They spent most of their days, resting on the sun lounge of their executive suite, enjoying the view the Mediterranean sea.They made love to their heart's desire and when disembarking on land; they shopped and delighted on various local dishes.With having experienced a taste of Turkish desserts, Kenzie had a strange craving for baklavas, even after their cruise.When the couple returned home, Andrew had to commission a Turkish pastry shop, an hour away from their home, to make Kenzie's favorite snack. It was her comfort food; her go-to dessert.It was her pregnancy craving, the kind that made her greedy.Yes, that's right. No one touched Kenzie's baklavas at home, not even Andrew. If he wanted a taste for himself, he needed to order extra boxes just for him.Wh
"Why do we need to move again?" Kenzie asked while they waited for her doctor, outside the maternity clinic. "Because, I can't trust the residential building, after what happened with Jonard's one of many girlfriends and second, we will grow a family. A penthouse is not a place for children," Andrew explained before checking the time. He sighed and supplemented, "I already asked Wendell to scout for a mansion that has a pool, a huge lawn for our children to run around. I will have a playroom set up and a suitable nursery room." With a smile, Kenzie replied, "Okay, I get it. I - I was just worried about my music room. Glad you had it all planned." "We'll have a room for that as well, sweetheart," Andrew said. "Even bigger." Just as the two were talking, two figures came in, not noticing their presence. A familiar-looking red-haired girl and a man, looking like Andrew, adoringly had an arm around her. Kenzie narrowed he
"Wow, it's so beautiful," Kenzie said with mouth wide open. She placed her hand on her chest and remarked, "This is... just over the top!" Her eyes scanned the nursery, Andrew had heartily made for their son. The man was on top of things, constantly on the neck of the interior designer, making sure all the details of the nursery were spot on. Two months had passed, and Kenzie was about ready to pop. She was thirty-eight weeks pregnant and could give birth at any time now. The couple had moved into their new home when her belly turned eight months, but work resumed at the nursery room, mostly adding wallpapers, adding paintings of clouds and of trains on the walls. Beautiful night skies were decorated on the ceiling. It was painted in dark blue and illuminated with stars and moons. Various globes - made up planets could be seen, hanging from above. The baby's crib was custom-made. It was Star Wars themed wi
5:00 AM at St. Thomas' Hospital. Kenzie pursed her lips, looking down at the baby lying on her bare chest. The little girl's pinkish lips yawned while caressing her cheek against her mother's skin. The baby faintly cried while searching for a comfortable spot in Kenzie's chest but quietly fell silent as soon her head rested closer to her mother's heart. A tear fell on Kenzie's cheek seeing the beauty at rest, covered in a blanket over her chest. She gasped and said, "She looks so beautiful. I can't - I can't believe she came from me." "I'm sure she'll be as beautiful as you." The suggestion came from Anabelle, sitting beside Kenzie. "Well, I've never been able to look after a baby girl. I guess, there is a lot that I should learn," William suggested. He was standing at the foot of Kenzie's bed, also admiring his new grandchild. "Congratulations again to the both of you." "Kenzie, darling. You should get some res
"Kenzie, honey." "Kenzie, it's mom." "Honey, why are you sleeping on a bean bag? Come on, let me help you to the sofa bed at least." It took a while, but Kenzie eventually awoke, hearing that familiar voice that she loved. Her eyes fluttered open with difficulty and she yawned, calling out for Samantha, "Mom?" Her voice was weak, and it was cutting in and out as she said, "Why - why are you already here? I was supposed to fetch you from the airport?" It was because, Kenzie was frequently breastfeeding Kimberly that she fell asleep on a beanbag, next to her daughter's crib. A sofa bed was made available for Kenzie and the caregiver inside the nursery, but it was situated meters away from the crib. Kenzie wanted to stay closer to her daughter, and the beanbag was a lighter carry. Samantha sighed, caressing Kenzie's arm, and said, "Andrew said you were so tired, he did not want to wake you when he left to fetch us earl