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Click hereKristen just looked so beautiful, with her hair up, in a white flowing gown, that she took my breath away.
Though the priest was solemn as he conducted the ceremony, Kristen was wearing that teasing little smirk that always made me laugh, as we said our I dos. But I still managed to say, so everyone could hear me, "I sure do," when the priest asked me if I took this woman as my bride.
I noticed her eyes got a little misty as she nodded and said, "I do," when it was her turn.
Everyone cheered as we walked out of the church as man and wife, and as I looked around I couldn't believe that our baseball team even showed up to watch us get married.
They all high-fived me and Denny, leaned in and said, "Congrats, man, you've got a really beautiful bride."
I looked over at Kristen talking to my aunt smiled and said, "Believe me, I know."
We honeymooned in Greece, and we had the best time ever, touring the islands, exploring the ruins, enjoying the food, but mostly making slow, sweet love every night when we got back to our room.
Kristen and I were married just over a year when our beautiful baby boy Nikolas Christopher came into the world after a blessedly short hour of labor, with a full head of dark curly hair, and big, deep blue eyes. He had a real grip on him, too, the way he clung to my finger the first time I held him and stared in wonder at his adorable little face, hardly able to believe that this perfect little person was actually ours.
Of course my mother and grandmother were over the moon, from the minute they set eyes on him.
As my yaya held her little great-grandson, named for my father, smiling at both of us, she kissed his little head. Then she pointed at us and said, "You see, I was right, and these two do make beautiful babies. And next time, you have a little girl."
Kristen blinked, looked up at me and said, "Next time? But I just gave birth."
I tipped up her chin and kissed her, and we both laughed into the kiss, because right now we had everything we needed, our beautiful little son, and the two of us... more in love than ever.
- COMMENTS
If you are going to describe the wonders of the world to us, please stop, look at it and notice how it is. Embellish a little if you must but don’t fight physics unless it’s a superhero story.
To see the mirrored image of something on the water, you must have the water between your position and the object being reflected. In this case the water is that of what you described as a large lake.
“After we'd all stopped a moment to admire the mirror image of the cottage reflecting off the still, moon-dappled lake, the moment we stepped inside what turned out to be an actual stone and glass palace, it was all just so beautiful I was a little afraid of messing it up.“
There is also the problem of the ill-connected clauses of that rambling sentence. Apart from the loss of the house’s impossible reflection—unless we were supposed to assume that sentence also encompassed the group crossing or circling round the large lake—this rephrasing preserves it salient features:
After stopping a moment to admire the moon reflecting off the still waters of the lake, we stepped inside what turned out to be an actual palace of stone and glass; it was all just so beautiful I was a little afraid of messing it up.
Nice story, bit formulaic, and quite long, but enjoyable. I was distracted sometimes by misspellings, wrong words, and poor grammar; not throughout, but there were whole passages several paragraphs that just were hard to decipher at times. A good story that could have been great with some careful editing.
An incredibly written story. I saw 8 pages and had doubts but it ended too soon
I usually shy away from "Romance" but I am so glad I read this one. The beginning was just so hilarious I was laughing all the way.
Glad to see this story has been so well received. As for Kristen's wealthy friend Angie, I did mention that Nico had investigated and cleared her family of Mob ties: Kristen introduced me to some of her friends, that I vaguely remembered seeing at the lake when I'd first met her. Especially her friend Angie Carelli, the lady who owned the cottage, whose family my team had been investigating for mob ties, though I'd never let Kristen know. But I was happy to discover that, her father and his brothers were clean, and they made their money running a very lucrative import business, supplying Italian products across North America and into the rest of Europe.
What a great ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Story. But there’s one unanswered question you forgot answer or did I miss it, was Angies family actually with the Mob they were being investigated were they not…
Grandmothers are good judges of character...
and yaya thought enough of Kristen to give her the necklace.
I thoroughly enjoyed this story--loving, hot, and romantic.
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