ALESSANDRA VITELLO VOLKOV.
It’s a surprise I’m still standing, given the way my pussy is throbbing at the sight of my handsome hubby. Or the way I can literally feel his come sliding slickly between my legs.
Maximo and Demetri stand behind my husband in well-tailored groomsmen suits. Both men looking at the woman in the front row I’m assuming to be Cat.
“A black dress? It’s a nice choice”, my mother coos.
I would tell her that I’ve been planning this wedding the opposite way the first wedding was planned so that nothing bad happens to me, Christian, our kids or anyone else here but I fear that might come out a little superstitious on my part.
“It represents me and him. In a way, we stand out in a crowd. The trauma, our past, our love itself. And I just realized standing out is not a bad thing. In fact standing out is what makes me and him, Mom and I wouldn’t trade that for the world.”
“I have a feeling he won’t either”, mom chuckles.
We both gaze at the man standing impatiently while his eyes linger on me with every step and every single expression on my face.
He looks so handsome.
I want to chuckle when Ethan and Liam wrap themselves around his legs and my man doesn’t fall let alone falter in watching me.
By the time I reach the end of the aisle, Christian’s hand interlocks with mine as he pulls me up the few steps so I can stand beside him.
“Mommy is pretty”, Liam claps. The whole church bursts into laughter.
A second later, Athena walks to the altar to take away Liam and Ethan.
Liam agrees but Ethan…
“I want to stay with Mommy.”
Christian looks down at Ethan with humored brows.
“What did we say about today, kid?”
“Mommy is yours today and Lee and I will have her for the rest of our lives.”
“That’s it. Anything else?”
“We can all play after mommy goes on vacation.”
“Good boy. Now go to Aunt Thena.”
“Yes, daddy.”
I see a surge of pride litter his eyes while he watches our boys run back to their sister who’s seated at the front row with the rest of the family.
By the time the priest asks the million dollar question, my heart is already singing a ‘yes, yes, a million times yes.’
Christian doesn’t give me a yes instead.
He gives me…
“Soon as I saw her, I knew I was going to have to make her mine, ladies and gentlemen. You’d be crazy not to marry a woman who shoots you in the neck while also trying to protect you.
The Padre here would attest to what we already know about love. That love is patient, love is kind, love endures…
I have never been patient with this woman, a single day of my life. She threatens to leave me and I turn into a madman chasing after her like a rabid motherfuck–
Most times, she threatens to leave because I forgot the carton of milk she likes from an even specific mart but we’ll overlook that.
Love is kind. Forgive me, Father, I do not take it kindly to any man looking at her let alone breathing near her. As for the kinder thoughts? My wife is a firecracker. Any kind of thoughts fly out of my brain as soon as those big blue eyes of hers gaze at me.
But the enduring part? I think our love has done that. It began on a slippery slope, four years later I’m marrying the woman I thought would only exist in my dreams and she’s given me three miracles and more miracles to come.
I do, Mrs Volkov. I do love you. I do promise to cherish, to hold and to give you as many kids as you want. I want ten more but I think we’ll negotiate this a bit more in bed?”
The congregation goes berserk with laughter.
I jump into his arms and seal the deal with a kiss.