she was banned from the show. Sara Jane gave him an earful. Not a mistake he’d make again.
He shook his head to clear it of those mundane thoughts.
Sara Jane and Lily walked down the aisle, smiling for all to see in their deep blue dresses. He paid no attention to them but kept his eye on the double doors instead, waiting for his woman, who was carrying his child beneath her heart, to come to him.
Finally, he was going to stamp his name all over her.
Everyone would know who she belonged to.
Hell, he might even convince her to let him tattoo his name across her back.
No, he’d best leave that idea alone. Becca wasn’t a girl for tattoos.
Finally, she appeared.
Conner stood in the middle of both women and walked them down the aisle, but Dimitri only had eyes for the woman on the left. Her dress was loose and flowy, just like her. It was also sexy as hell, and he was going to strip her out of it…no, he’d fuck her in it first to claim her, then he’d…
Kade kicked him, and he blinked.
Becca laughed from where she stood waiting for him to take her hand.
Fuck, he was in trouble.
She leaned in and whispered so only he could hear. “Get your head out of the gutter, Dimitri Sean Kincaid. We have hours yet.”
Hours?
Fuck that. As soon as the I-dos were said, they were going straight to the hotel room.
Minister Elvis cleared his throat and began the service. All his brothers were here. His parents were here, and…he glanced at Mason, who was filming. He hoped Becca’s brother would be able to watch the service. He knew how much it would mean to her, and they’d all been doing everything they could so Jackson would be able to at least be here for a few minutes via video. It was harder than it sounded.
Dimitri vaguely heard the minister and his, “We are gathered here tonight.” He fixed his gaze on Becca, who was glowing. Her brown eyes shone with a brightness he’d rarely seen, and it was all he could do to not pull her close and kiss her until she had to be to come up for air.
“Kade, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, for all the days of your life?”
Dimitri shook his head and saw his brother smile widely.
“I do.”
“Angel, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, for all the days of your life?”
It was hilarious the way the minister was saying all this in his dead-on Elvis voice.
“I do,” Angel answered.
“Thank you, moye serdtse, for giving me another chance. I promise to never hurt you again and protect you and our family with every breath I have.”
Angel was a blubbering mess. Hormones.
When Elvis turned his attention to them, Dimitri was prepared. He knew exactly what he wanted to say to his beautiful, beautiful woman.
But then she wrecked him.
“Dimitri and Becca have decided to say their own vows.” Elvis smiled at them. “Becca asked to start.”
Becca’s voice came out strong and sure.
“You asked me to marry you several times a day for almost two weeks straight, and you’ve been patient with me for over a year, but I know it hurt you. I was afraid. Afraid of getting hurt when you got tired me and my anxiety. But you never did, Dimitri. You show me every day how much you love me. You keep me safe and shielded from any storm that comes into our life.” Her hand went to her stomach. “You’ve given me a gift I never thought I’d have. Your words are my words. I want you because you’re my heart, my breath, my life. My soul, Dimitri Sean Kincaid. You are the soul that gives me a reason for being. That’s why I want to marry you. Because you love me the same way I love you.”
This time, he didn’t stop himself. He yanked her to him and held her so tight, she gasped for air. How the hell was he supposed to follow that?
Elvis cleared his throat.
“She’s not moving from where she is,” he barked at the man.
“That’s fine. But you need to let her finish her vows.”
Grudgingly, he loosened his hold enough for her to look up at him.
“I promise to love, honor, and cherish you every day for the rest of our