“Gabi, what’s the matter?”
She shook her head then buried her face into my chest. Shit. I was hoping she wasn’t having second thoughts.
Pushing her out so that I could look at her, I wiped the tears from her face.
“Gabi?”
She smiled and shook her head. “The dress . . . it’s perfect. It’s beyond perfect.”
I gently placed the strand of hair hanging in her face behind her ear. “That’s wonderful, baby.”
“Charity thought to take care of everything, and a small part of me feels guilty she isn’t here.”
My heart ached. “Do you want to wait?”
“No!” she said as she grabbed onto my shirt. “This is exactly what I want.”
Kissing the tip of her nose, I added, “Good, because it’s what I want too.”
We leaned our foreheads together.
“Ya know, since I don’t have to go dress shopping, we could do some baby making practice.”
My dick jumped in my pants. Reaching down, I picked up Gabi as she let out a small yelp.
Tossing her onto the bed, I slowly crawled over her, leaning down so that our lips were merely inches apart.
“How much time do you need to get ready?”
The grin that spread across her face had heat surging through my body.
“Two hours.”
“Good, until then it’s practice, practice, practice.”
Gabi giggled as she lifted my T-shirt over my head.
I slowly undressed my future wife and took full advantage of the hours I had before she would slip into the other room and get ready.
Life couldn’t possibly get any better than this.
I STOOD BEFORE the floor-length mirror and stared at my reflection. A slow smile moved across my face and I couldn’t help the butterflies in my stomach.
“Nic is going to die when he sees this.”
“He sure as shit is!” Charity agreed.
I’d propped up my phone and facetimed Charity as I got ready. That small part of me longed to have her here, but I was glad it was only Nic and I.
“Make sure you spray your hair again before you go out.”
Nodding, my eyes swept up and down the beaded lace gown. The sweetheart neckline showed the perfect amount of cleavage and the dropped waist in the back left little to the imagination. I wasn’t sure how Charity got a dress to fit me like a glove, but this dress did. All that and more.
“If this dress went any further down in the back you’d see my ass crack.”
Her laughter came through the phone.
“How in the world did you do this?” I asked as I turned to see the back. There was lace at the lower portion of my back, but with wide gaps, just enough to show it dipped low . . . very low.
“My ass looks perfect in this dress!”
“So, you know how I said we went to Lake Tahoe all the time when I was growing up?”
“Yeah,” I said as I touched up my lipstick.
“Well, a girl I practically grew up with lives there. Makes wedding dresses for a living. You guys are practically the same size. I told her I needed a sexy as hell wedding dress that was in her size.”
“And she just happened to have one?”
“Yep. She models a lot of her gowns, so most are in her size! It was pure luck.”
Shaking my head, I turned and picked up my phone. “Charity, thank you. For all of this. You’ve made this day so special.”
“Well, when you told me what you were doing, I felt like I needed to at least be a part of it somehow. Don’t worry though, you can pay me back with babysitting.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I replied with a lighthearted laugh.
Her smile faded some. “You scared?”
“No. It’s weird, really. I’m not really nervous at all about the wedding. It’s after the wedding that is giving me butterflies.”
Charity let out a roar of laughter. “Cause you know that man is going to devour you!”
“We’ve been in bed nearly all day. Nic’s stamina is like no other.”
“You know what they say about Greek men.”
I had told her what Katerina had said to me about Greek men and not being able to walk for a week. With a chuckle, I sighed. “Well, I guess I should head down there. Nic was going to go to the bar for a bit after he got dressed then come down after me.”
I watched as her eyes filled with tears. “You’re getting married.”
Blinking rapidly, I was thanking God I used waterproof mascara. “I know.”
“And in a few hours, you’ll be a part of that crazy-ass family!”
My hand came up to mouth as I laughed. “I know!”
“I love you, Gabi.”
“Love you too, Char. Rub the baby for me.”
She grinned and moved her phone down to show me she was rubbing her belly. Lifting it back up, she blew me a kiss. “Go get married for Christ’s sake.”
Nodding, I fought to find the words to speak.