I can’t live without you anymore. I’m standing here with you, at my wife’s gravesite, where we laid her to rest, telling you… I. Choose. You.”
“Don’t hurt me.”
“I’d die before I ever hurt you. I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment you were born.”
“I love you too.”
I growled, pulling her toward me. Kissing her fucking senseless.
For the first time since Bailey left me, I knew it was time for me to move on. With the only other woman who’s ever consumed me.
Faith.
My Faith.
Has been restored.
All thanks to the woman standing in front of me. She was mine now and forever more.
Chapter 28
<>Camila<>
“Ma! Ma! Ma!” Journey shouted as loud as could be, barreling down the hall into my bridal suite.
“Yes, baby?” I replied, turning around to face her.
She gasped so loud I swear you could hear her on the other side of the resort. “You look like a princess!” she excitedly shrieked, barely able to say the last word in the most adorable voice. I spent a lot of time working on her speech, and her vocabulary was amazing because of it.
I smiled. “Thanks, Little Miss.”
“Mama, hurry to dance!”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Our three-year-old shook her booty as much as I did.
“Look what I can do!” She spun in a slow circle, twirling her flower girl gown high off the floor.
“Oh, gorg—”
Before I could even finish what I was going to say, my little miss dropped it to the ground down low. Popping her butt out.
“Ay, if your daddy sees you do that, you know what will happen, Journey?”
She cocked her head to the side, “He’ll yell at you?”
The room full of my bridesmaids busted out laughing.
“Camila, you look flawless. You are glowing.”
I smiled, looking at Skyler through the floor-length mirror in front of us. My wedding dress was a form fitting gown that flowed to the floor with a lacy sweetheart neckline and triple beaded spaghetti straps that ran over my shoulders and down my back.
It was the first dress I tried on, falling in love with it instantly. I knew when I saw it hanging in the window of the bridal boutique it was going to be the dress I married Dr. Aiden Pierce in.
“Gurl, Dr. Daddy gonna lose his shit when he sees you in that.”
“You think?” I replied, standing in front of my mom, Skyler, and Danté, wearing the gown.
“Hell yeah, and by that, I mean he’s gonna rip it off.”
“Danté!”
He shrugged, looking shameless.
“Mamita, he’s right. It’s good though. I want more grandkids.”
As soon as she heard we were engaged, my biological clock started ticking in my mother’s body.
“Next, everything needs shaved.”
“Mom!”
“How do you think I keep your Papi happy after forty-two years?”
“Ugh, I’m going to throw up.”
“Oye! Remember who taught you how to bounce ese poto!”
“Mom!”
“Gurl, your mom just schooled you. Best believe she taught you how to bounce dat ass.”
I shook my head, giggling.
Now the big day had finally come, where I was going to forever be with my soulmate.
My love.
The last two years had been a whirlwind to say the least. First and foremost, we were a family. I never moved out of the Pierce’s home, but we also didn’t jump into a full out relationship.
We dated, and he courted me like a gentleman. He didn’t sleep in my room, unless the kids weren’t around, but he didn’t sleep in the bedroom he used to share with Bailey either.
It was all too much for him to bear.
About eight months after I learned the truth, it was evident we couldn’t continue living there. Especially after we cleaned out his wife’s belongings, which was a very emotional day for all. There were too many memories lingering within the walls of their home. Not only for Aiden, but for the boys too.
“Maybe we should keep these for Journey,” Jagger suggested, holding onto a few pieces of jewelry, photos, and her wedding gown.
“I think that’s a great idea.”
“The rest we can donate to a charity for dementia?” he added, setting those things aside.
Aiden nodded. “Your mom would love that. What do you think, Jackson?”
“I don’t care. Do what you want with it.”
“You boys should keep whatever you want as well,” I advised, only staring at Jackson.
“I don’t need anything,” he responded, grabbing one of the boxes that were full. “Makes no difference to me.”
We watched him leave the room, taking that box down with the rest of the boxes we’d finished up without so much as a second glance.
“I’ll save stuff for him,” Jagger