Shhh. It’s okay. I’m not that terrible, am I?”
Livia shook her head.
“I’m making you my wife right now, even if you cry through the whole damn thing.” Blake switched to wiping her tears.
Kyle, the only other person standing close enough to whisper, leaned in to Livia’s ear. “Quit being such a snot-flinging drama queen. Suck it up and marry him.” She turned her attention to Blake. “Are you two going to be a while? Should Cole and I get started over there?” She pointed to her previously selected location.
Debra AnastasiaWelcome, ladies and gentlemen, to a ceremony celebrating Blake Hartt and Livia McHugh. Today is not the start of their lives together. It will mark the day we all stood, clapped, and gave good wishes. But their fates were destined for each other long before they even met. True love, the kind that lasts forever, is very rare indeed. It takes compromise, continued growth, and trust.”
Cole paused to look from Blake to Livia and back again. “Livia and Blake have a head start on all those things,” he continued. “Time has tested them already, asking a fresh love to face terrifying and life-changing tasks. These two had to find and hold onto their love, even when it felt like all was lost.
Livia grabbed Blake’s lapels. “Oh, God. No. They’re going to arrest him.”
Blake pulled her to him and kissed her forehead. “He knows that, love,” he murmured. “He knows.
Beckett removed her hand. “Go up there with my brother. Don’t fight my battles for me, Livia.
Debra AnastasiaBaby, you didn’t have to do that,” Beckett whispered fiercely. “But thank you so fucking much. You look gorgeous today.”
Livia kissed his cheek and let go of his arm so he could hug Kyle.
“Hey, Fairy Princess, I think you may be the hottest married chick alive right now,” Beckett said.
Livia read from the paper as if it were a letter. “Dear Blake Hartt, thank you. Thank you so much for thinking my smile was worth waiting for. Thank you for letting me see who you are inside. I found the sweetest spot in the world—it’s wherever you are, surrounded by your arms. Please be my husband. I couldn’t have it any other way. I promise to make you lose count. Love, Livia McHugh.”
“Dear Livia McHugh, I’ll be your husband. I’ll be nothing but yours for the rest of forever. A single, simple day with you is something I’ll refuse to take for granted. You have been the reason my heart beats since the moment I saw you, long before your hands actually had to do the job for me. Sleep in my arms. Wake up by my side. My beautiful love, be my wife and make me the happiest man. And I will never, ever lose count. Love always, Blake Hartt.
Baby, you didn’t have to do that,” Beckett whispered fiercely. “But thank you so fucking much. You look gorgeous today.
Debra AnastasiaLivia read from the paper as if it were a letter. “Dear Blake Hartt, thank you. Thank you so much for thinking my smile was worth waiting for. Thank you for letting me see who you are inside. I found the sweetest spot in the world—it’s wherever you are, surrounded by your arms. Please be my husband. I couldn’t have it any other way. I promise to make you lose count. Love, Livia McHugh.
Debra AnastasiaHey, Fairy Princess, I think you may be the hottest married chick alive right now,” Beckett said.
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