Diamond Kisses - Page 207
We’d asked Rachel to stay for a few days after the wedding.
I wanted to get to know my godson and then we’d fly with them back to Spain where we planned on starting our honeymoon.
“They’re watching us,” Q muttered under his breath looking anywhere but the two half-siblings who’d accepted my invitation. I had no idea who’d come or where they’d been living but I recognised them as one of us.
The same dark colouring. The same mistrusting eyes.
After.
After the ceremony, then we could talk.
Right now…I had a wife to bind.
“Come on, Mercer.” Striding up the white carpet, I took my place at the top of the altar. Tess followed us and took her place beside two other bridesmaids that’d flown in from Ily’s village.
“Took your bloody time.” Peter leaned toward me, smiling at Q as he took his place beside him. “Getting cold feet, Master H?”
I plucked a purple flower off the structure framing us and flicked it at him. “I don’t see you popping the question any time soon.”
His face softened as he looked at redheaded Lucy in the front row. “I had to wait for you to get your act together. Now that this day is finally here, who knows.”
I shot him a look. “You’re gonna propose?”
He patted his pocket. “Will it upstage you if I do?”
“Fuck no. Do it. I’ll make the announcement for you in the toasts.”
He chuckled. “How about you just focus on your own wedded bliss first.”
Lowering my voice, I whispered, “Remind me to show you a little home movie later.”
“Oh?” He frowned. “What kind of movie?”
“Let’s just say, an old acquaintance of ours stars in it. And the ending we didn’t get to participate in.”
“Ah.” He gave me a twisted grin. “Yes…I think I’d like to see that.”
We both sucked in a breath as a contemporary wedding march began, played by the orchestra Tess had insisted we hire. However, it had a twist. A lilting, magical twist that blended east and west, souls and hearts.
My eyes fell on little Priti in Lucy’s arms.
My heart squeezed. “Know what? I can’t do it.”
“You what—?” Peter gasped as I bolted off the podium, dashed to Lucy and snagged my daughter.
“Can I borrow her?” I grinned.
Lucy laughed. “Of course!”
Bundling the chubby white-dressed baby into my arms, I climbed back into position just as Ily appeared.
I almost dropped my damn daughter.
I couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck’s sake, give her to me.” Peter reached for my little fireheart.
“Hands off, Paavak.” I blinked and braced my knees, completely bewitched by Ily as she walked down the aisle on her father’s arm.