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Anna

Six Months Later

The bouquet is tossed over my head, and I turn to see Rose waving it in the air with excitement oozing from her every pore. I can only laugh and turn to Liam, my husband, who takes my hand with care and walks me down from the captain’s deck.

Of all the places, I don’t think I ever imagined my wedding being on a yacht, but Liam seems to not only have a knack for planning assassinations and hostile mafia takeovers, but parties too. A live band plays sweet, smooth jazz that echoes out over the harbor. It’s at sunset, there’s mimosas, sparkling wine, and mojitos all around.

Of course, I can’t partake in the drinking. But the sparkling juice is just as refreshing.

Liam keeps his arm locked around me, and his hand on the side of my stomach. I think many women would have attempted to find a dress to cover their baby bump, but I found one that accents it. Why the hell not? We’re happy for it, and the little one decided to beat all the odds against the statistics of my birth control. So, they deserve a little spotlight too for their tenacity.

My husband leans to whisper something to me as we move from table to table to mingle, but I interrupt him in a whisper of my own, “If you are about to tell me I’m glowing, I will strangle you with that tie.”

He chuckles and kisses my ear before replying huskily, “If by glowing you mean your ass has never looked better, then sure.”

I grin and pat the side of his face, “Good boy.”

“I like seeing this feisty side of you,” he purrs, taking me over to our table. “I feel like it’s been a while.”

“Well, get used to it,” I snicker. “I’m eighty percent hormones and ten percent wrath.”

He pulls out my chair for me and takes a sip of his beer before eyeing me curiously. “And the other ten percent?”

I glare hard at him, to pretend I’m annoyed, but I know it’s a moot point. He’s far too handsome to have an attitude with him. He looks so crisp and dreamy in that cream tuxedo. Of course, he would have preferred the black, but what I say went. Liam listens to me, respects me, and challenges me. I couldn’t ask for a better partner. Leaning over, I give him a long, passionate kiss before pulling back and answering him, “Undying love for you, unfortunately for me.”

“And how is that unfortunate?” he fires back.

“Because it means that I’ll follow you and your madness to the ends of the earth.”

“There are worse things, aren’t there?” he questions, his hazel eyes twinkling.

I caress his cheek, and bring my face to his again, “Far worse things,” I assure him. “Like the mother of your child.”

We share a laugh again and I sigh happily before adding on. “And there’s nothing more I would rather be.”

“You swear?”

“On my mother’s grave,” I smile.

Maybe it’s a dark comparison to make, but it feels real to look back at our rawest moments in the light of the best one. It shows our commitment to one another, the journey we’ve embarked on together, and gives me hope for the road ahead. We’ve come this far when everything imaginable was stacked against us—even ourselves. And yet here we are, married, expecting our first child.

“There’s never been a greater love for me than you,” he purrs to me.

I place his hand on my stomach as I close the distance again for another magical kiss. “There will be soon,” I reply with a smile of my own.

I can see the tears he’s holding back and the emotion that tightens his face briefly. “I’ll protect you both until my last breath.”

“I’ll protect you on into the next life,” I smile.

His eyes narrow slightly at me, “You trying to one-up me?”

“Are you trying to say your love for me ends with our mortality?”

He sighs and wraps an arm around me, and we look off to the sunset together as our party goes on without us. “I’m still not sure if there’s a God,” he admits to me. “But I know there’s something out there working in my favor, if I have somehow managed to deserve you.”

Emotion hits me, and it hits me hard. I want to blame it on the pregnancy, but it’s just a mixture of things. Leaning my head on his shoulder, I try my hardest to commit this feeling—this moment—to memory. As I don’t think life will ever get better than this.

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