Libby
After six months, the day has finally come. It’s something I’ve dreamed about ever since I was a little girl, but even before the fiasco with Patrick, there were always doubts. Would I ever find my soulmate? Would a guy appreciate my desire to dedicate myself to raising children as a stay at home mom? Would I find someone who loves me for who I am, curves and all?
Yes. The answer is yes, and now, standing at the altar across from my handsome groom, it feels almost inevitable. How could I have ever been unsure?
Frisco, who looks ungodly handsome in his tailored tux, takes my hands in his. He looks down at me with heartrending affection, but not before caressing my stomach gently. The baby isn’t due for another two months, and I was a little nervous about showing up to my wedding so visibly pregnant because I’m so huge now that I can’t see my toes over my tummy. Judging by the expressions of the guests, though, I didn’t have anything to worry about.
Out in the audience, I can see the faces of my parents and Frisco’s parents, as well as Dakota and her family. My friend waves merrily when she catches my eye, and I nod slightly and wink. I’m taking a break from the Blue Bean for the foreseeable future, which she understands completely. I suppose it’s possible that I’ll end up being a barista at one of Frisco’s shops later on, but that’s a question for later. For now, I want to focus on being a full-time mom to our daughter.
There are more familiar faces alongside Dakota and Jack. Bo from Club Om is present, and he’s mouthwateringly handsome in a black suit. A few ladies are sneaking looks at the enormous man and I giggle because they probably don’t know what he does for a living.
But then, my attention is caught by my ex, Patrick. We decided to invite Frisco’s brother, even though things weren’t completely healed between us, and to our surprise, he responded yes. He’s sitting off to the side with Raina Peterson, and it seems both have now gone completely goth. They’re dressed in all black, which is unusual for a wedding, but even more unusual is that they’ve both dyed their hair jet black, caked their faces in pasty white make-up, and drawn on black lips. Weird. They stand out amidst the sea of attendees, but it’s fine. I’m just glad that Patrick’s here so that we can move forward. We aren’t really talking yet - the situation between us is still decidedly awkward - and I’m sure it will still be a while before we do, but I’ve left the anger and resentment in the past. I can settle for being civil, and so can he. There’s no more bad blood there.
Pastor Ed smiles at the both of us before he begins to speak. The words are timeless and magical, and seem to float by within seconds. When my pastor utters the final words of the ceremony, my heart contracts with happiness upon hearing them.
“Do you, Frisco Arrington, take Libby Rain to be your wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”
Frisco doesn’t even hesitate, and I can feel the love emanating from his huge form as he growls, “Yes.”
Pastor Ed turns to me, a knowing smile on his face. “Do you, Libby Rain, take Frisco Arrington to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”
Tears fill my eyes as a gentle smile takes over my lips. “I do,” I reply, squeezing Frisco’s hands.
“Then,” Pastor Ed continues majestically, “by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride.”
Frisco takes my face in his hands, leans forward, and presses his lips to mine. I lean into the kiss, basking in the applause and cheers from the audience, and enjoy the feeling of that possessive mouth against mine. This is what this was all leading to, and at this moment, I couldn’t be happier.
We’re all but swept up in the crowd after that, and the reception itself is a blur. Everyone flocks around us to congratulate me on the baby and my new husband, and it’s a while before we even make it to the dining room. It’s not until I’m seated at the table, with Frisco standing next to me to give his speech, that I’m finally able to catch my breath.
I listen to him with an amused smile on my face as he speaks. My gorgeous husband wrote this speech last night, and it had him up until the wee hours, but his words are sincere and fill me with love. He looks at me, and there are tears in those blue eyes.
“Lastly, I want to thank my new wife, Mrs. Libby Arrington. I’ve loved you since the day I’ve met you, and today you’ve made me the luckiest man in the world.” I slip my hand into his, looking up at him with adoration from the table. “You’re the mother of my child,” Frisco continues, “and since we’re all here today, I think this is as good a time as any to announce that we’ve decided to name our daughter Kona, which is a special type of coffee from the mountains of Hawaii. Although you may not know, it’s actually a discussion about coffee that brought us together the first time. Libby,” he growls, looking at me like I’m the only person in the room, “I love you, and I’m so incredibly lucky to have you as my wife.”
I stand up to kiss him as the room erupts into applause again, and as we’re sitting down, I manage to get close enough to murmur in his ear, “Meet me in the hallway when you get a chance. I want to show you something, husband-mine.”
Frisco raises his dark eyebrows, but doesn’t question it. As the reception goes on and the guests start to eat, I slip out under the pretense of going to the bathroom. Out in the hallway, I find a secluded nook away from the rest of the crowd, and there I wait for my new husband. It isn’t long before the gorgeous man arrives, blue eyes glowing. “I have to admit, Libby,” he growls, pulling me against him, “you’ve piqued my interest.”
“Let’s hope so,” I giggle, “considering I bought this for you.” With one surreptitious glance around to make sure no one is watch, I grab the hem of my wedding dress and lift it up. My pregnant belly is on full display, but that’s not the point.
Frisco’s eyes drift lower, past the swell of my stomach, and settle on the crotchless white latex panties I’m wearing under my gown. “Holy shit, Libs,” he says, his whole face lighting up. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”
“I figured it would be a nice tribute,” I giggle again, winking at him. “No one will see these but you, and I couldn’t wait to show them to you.” After all, Club Om might be in the past now, but there’s something deliciously naughty about referencing it on the day of our wedding.
If Frisco’s reaction is any indication, he thinks so, too. “You’re incredible,” he rasps, pulling me close and pressing his lips to mine. “I meant what I said back there. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
“Right back at you, Frisco Arrington,” I reply, and mean every word. Then there, in the shadow of the hidden nook, Frisco kisses me passionately again, and this time there are no cheering crowds or cooing relatives to interrupt us. I allow him to consume me, and in that moment, nothing else matters. Whatever the future holds, it will be a bright one with this gorgeous man at my side.
THE END
Intrigued by Bo, the gorgeous owner of Club Om? Then pick up his story in Big Bad Boss Daddy, available here.
If you enjoyed this tale, then you’ll love reading about Dakota’s romance with Jack Straithmore in The Sweetest Revenge, available here.
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