My thrusts inside her begin to slow, wanting to ring every last spasm of her orgasm from her spent body.
“I can’t wait to be your husband.”
Epilogue
Hayley
2 years later
I turn the page of the photo album, a warm feeling of nostalgia washes over me as I look over the photos from the happiest day of my life, playing over in my mind as if I were back there.
I stare at the photo of Kyle and I embraced in a slow dance at our reception to Is This Love by Whitesnake, my favourite song, the song we danced to in the restaurant of his casino on our first date.
Kyle wore a dark grey tuxedo, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so handsome. Seeing him at the end of the aisle, he stole my breath the same as he had done the first time I ever saw him through that window.
I kept my wedding dress simple, a floor-length, white gown with lace detailing, short lace sleeves, a scoop neckline and a mermaid skirt that flares out towards the bottom.
It’s been two years since Kyle and I got married, seeing no reason to wait, our engagement only lasted a few months. It wasn’t a huge wedding, only reserved for close friends and family. We saw it only fitting to get married at the casino, the place where we first met, regardless of the circumstances that brought us together and everything that followed, there are no regrets when it comes to us, there’s not a single thing I would change.
As expected, Gwen took control over the wedding planning, helping me get everything in order and organised. Despite being just over six months pregnant at the time, something she will never let me forget, the fact that she was my maid of honour and I made her attend my wedding ‘looking like a whale’ as she likes to put it. Three months later, baby Lucas was born, he’s the spitting image of his dad, a true heartbreaker, the cutest little boy I think I've ever seen. As it turns out, she was surprisingly good at arranging weddings and has since started work on setting up her own wedding planning company, which is actually kind of perfect considering she can’t possibly get fired from this job when she’s the boss.
I turn over the next page to a group photo, Kyle, and I side by side, his arm wrapped securely around my back as we are flanked his parents, my dad, Uncle Jack, Gwen and Aaron, everyone important to us were there, though one person was missing.
Luke.
Kyle didn’t let on that he was hurting, but I could sense it. Luke had left behind a wide, empty void when he died, had he still been alive, he would have been Kyle’s best man, there is absolutely no doubt about that, it had only really been the wedding when Kyle felt the full force of his loss, though he tried his hardest not to let it show.
Aaron and Kyle have since become acquaintances rather than full-blown enemies, I think it is wishful thinking in hoping that they could become friends in the future, so I won’t hold out hope. Though they don’t fight whenever they see each other now, they’ve learned to tolerate each other, well, at least around me, except for the scowl that is exchanged between them on occasion when they didn’t realise I could see.
My dad, as I always imagined, walked me down the aisle and gave me away to Kyle, pecking a kiss to my cheek and whispering how proud my mom would have been. Kyle and my dad’s relationship has improved dramatically. Kyle told me that before he proposed, he and my dad talked everything out and he was given his blessing to ask me to marry him. It’s a nice feeling seeing them together, getting along.
Over the past couple of years, my dad has got a handle on his gambling addiction, he’s the happiest I’ve ever seen him. He’s been dating a woman, Trisha from his addiction group meetings for the past year or so. It’s nice to see him with someone, someone that means he won’t be alone forever. As hard as it is to see him with another woman other that my mom, I wouldn’t wish him to be alone.
The front door clicks shut as Kyle arrives home from work. He steps into the living room and saunters over to me, shrugging off his coat and draping it across one of the dining chairs, when he sees me a wide smile stretches across his face. Even now, after two years, the sight of him never fails to take my breath away, never fails to quicken my heart as if I were laying eyes on him for the very first time, that familiar tingle rolling down my spine and spreading through my body, igniting a fire deep within.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says, leaning over me, pressing his lips to mine softly.
I smile against his lips. “Hey.”
“How are my girls?” he asks, touching his fingers lightly against my swollen stomach.
“We’re good. Although, it feels as though she’s trying to kick her way out, she’s wriggling around in there so much. She’s a lively one I’ll give her that,” I chuckle.
Seven and a half months ago I found out I was pregnant, causing me to put college on hold for a little longer. It came as quite a surprise, but a welcome one at that. I can still picture the look of elation on Kyle’s face when I broke the news.
“You all set for college?” Kyle asked.
“Not really, I think I’m going to wait a while, maybe a couple years or so.”
“Why, I thought you were really excited about it?” His eyes are knitted together in question.
“I was, but I can’t really turn up to class with a baby in my arms, now can I?”
Kyle stared at me, unmoving as though he was set in
