A Billionaire's Cabin Love - Posey Parks Page 0,55
love to fly to the lodge in Denali now. I froze. All the flying I’d done lately reminded me of my birth parents, dying in a crash aboard a small plane, so many years ago. They’d never see me get married. The deep sorrow ripped through me. I stumbled forward.
Collin caught me. “Kara, what’s wrong?”
His worried brown eyes searched mine.
Whispering fell over the crowd.
My father grabbed my other arm. “Kara, what happened?”
“My birth mom and dad aren’t here to see me get married.” Tears slid down my face.
My dad kissed my forehead through the veil. “Kara, they are here.” His hand pressed my heart.
“They are right here. Feel the love around you.”
A sense of calm fell over me. I pressed my lips through the veil against his cheek. “Thank you, Dad. I love you.”
His green eyes glassed over. “I love you too.”
He placed my other hand in Collins.
“I got you, babe.”
My heart melted for Collin all over again. He didn’t miss a beat. His love was so genuine.
Chrissy approached and dabbed my face with a Kleenex under the veil. Then our ceremony began. My eyes never wavered from Collin’s.
“You may now kiss the bride,” the pastor announced.
A single tear slid down Collin’s cheek as he slipped the veil over my head.
He clutched my face and stared into my brown eyes. “You are everything I didn’t know I wanted, needed, and so much more.” His lips encased mine.
The flutters of the butterflies circled in my tummy. Gripping his lapels, my tongue slipped past his lips, deepening our kiss. Clapping erupted from our guests.
**P**
Playing a classic Irish song on the bagpipes, Collin’s uncle strolled across the lawn wearing a Celtic kilt. Collin and I walked behind him, waving at our guests, standing on the lawn, holding wine glasses. My dad’s house sat on a large piece of land. It was the perfect place for our wedding reception. The moment the song ended, Collin’s aunt Fiada and several cousins surrounded us, clutching their glasses.
“Everyone gather around,” Fiada stated. Her long vibrant hair cascaded over her shoulder.
My maid of honor slipped through the crowd wearing a wide grin. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen Chrissy smile so much. She placed a glass of mead in my hand, then Collin’s.
I swallowed past what felt like cotton in my throat. I’d just learned the toast last night.
Holding our glasses high, we recited:
"Friends and relatives, so fond and dear, 'tis our greatest pleasure to have you here. When many years this day has passed, fondest memories will always last. So we drink a cup of Irish mead and ask God's blessing in our hour of need."
Collin’s family recited: "On this special day, our wish to you, the goodness of the old, the best of the new. God bless you both who drink this mead, may it always fill your every need."
The guests cheered. Our local DJ began playing my favorite song. Long tables with white linen graced the lawn alongside the dance floor Collin had built. Several of our family and friends filled the dance floor.
Fiada grinned from ear to ear, sipping her wine. “I am so happy you are a part of the family now. Too bad my stubborn brother wouldn’t attend his only son’s wedding.”
Collin’s hand swept over my stomach. “It’s ok. I am happy you’re here.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“And what about me? Are you happy I am here?” I heard from behind.
We turned to the voice.
“Mom, you came.” Collin hugged her tight.
“Yes, I’m here. I couldn’t miss my only son get married to his beautiful bride.”
He stepped back, all smiles.
Was she serious? We barely talked over the last few months. I stepped closer and hugged her. “Happy you could make it.”
I pulled back and her eyes fell over my stomach.
“Look at you. That baby bump is growing. When are you due?”
“November twenty-third.”
Her lips tightened. “So Collin was right, you weren’t pregnant before you arrived in Los Angeles.”
“That he was.”
Fiada stepped between us. “Kara, I’ll take my sister-in-law off your hands,” she winked.
I kissed her cheek. I loved his aunt. She was a firecracker. Maybe I reminded Collin of her. She was more of a positive mother figure than his mother was. Doris should have put her foot down and told her husband he couldn’t treat their son like shit. He was such an asshole. Happy he didn’t show his face at my wedding.
Collin pulled me close and his lips swept mine. “You’re finally, Mrs. Daughtry.”
I smiled so wide