I turn around looking at Jake and asking, “Did you do this? For me, for us?”
“I did it for both of us. You said you didn’t want a wedding. I couldn’t let you not have something. Plus, I want you to become my wife. Today,” he tells me.
“Wait, what? How am I supposed to do that?” I ask him.
“Everything’s already done. Mom and Mack helped. We’re going to the main house where everything is set up. They’ll be waiting for us. You get ready, while I get Eli and myself ready. I love you, Larissa,” he tells me with a kiss to my forehead as he turns to leave, shutting the door behind him.
I’m still in shock as I go over to the wedding dress and glide my fingers down the material.
Todays the day I’m becoming Mrs. Price. I can’t believe it. I fall back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, as I take in everything Jake has done for me, well for us. I’m one lucky girl.
I get up and go about getting ready, unsure of what all I have to work with, but knowing I have to start with a shower.
When I walk into the bathroom and see everything is set up for me — toiletries, make-up, and all the hair products I’ll need — I go to task.
I shower, making sure I shave everything, then go about washing my hair, and then step out to start on the rest. It doesn’t take me very long to moisturize and then blow dry my hair.
I stop the blow dryer to listen for Eli and Jake, but all I hear is silence. I continue on my task of curling my hair and applying my makeup, keeping it light and simple. I was gifted with a fairly nice complexion and I’m not into wearing a thick layer of makeup for no reason.
Once that’s done, I walk back into the bedroom where my dress is hanging and look around to see what I’m supposed to wear underneath it. I’m still not down to my pre-pregnancy weight, and I have to say if I don’t get back to my original weight, I’m okay with that. Jake has mentioned many times how he loves the curves I’ve developed and I’m learning to embrace them.
I look in the box that’s placed on the chair in the corner of the room, finding all white lace undergarments. This dress requires a strapless bra and it’s gorgeous and soft, along with a pair of boy short style panties. I slip them on, and feel the texture against my body. You can barely tell it’s lace it’s so smooth.
My dress is next. I take it down, giddy inside to get it on.
There’s a soft knock on the door, “Come in,” I say without any hesitation. I know Jake and I will see each other before we walk down the aisle.
My back is to him and the dress isn’t zipped up all the way. I turn my gaze towards him and watch him stop in his tracks with Elijah in his arms. He’s beyond any words at the moment. Both of them are in matching suits and my heart picks up an extra beat.
“Jake, oh my gosh. I have no words,” I tell him with a hitch in my voice.
“You? Baby, you’re utterly gorgeous,” I watch him place Eli on the bed and surround him with pillows on all sides before he steps up behind me.
“Need help?” he questions. I nod my head yes, and I feel him drag the back of his finger down my back until he reaches the bottom of the zipper as he ever so slowly zips me up.
“I can’t believe you did all of this,” I whisper out.
“It’s just the beginning,” he tells me and then I spin around so he can see me fully. He steps back as he takes me in.
“Fuck, baby. How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you until we say I do?”
“Well, I’m pretty sure if you make us late, your mom will be hunting us down,” I smirk at him.
“Talk about a moment killer, woman,” I can see the bulge in his suit pants. I lick my lips wanting to taste him.
“I’ll make it up to you tonight, Mr. Price,” I tell him.
“That you will, Mrs. Soon to be Price. Ready to go?”
“Yep, I just need to put my shoes on and then I’ll be set.” The shoes are beautiful and a high stiletto. I still won’t match Jakes tall frame, but it’ll give me a boost.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jake
Our wedding day was a whirlwind of joy and laughter. Elijah slept through most of it. It was the best day of my life outside of Eli being born. Now, the reception is dying down and I have my wife in my arms as we sway to the music.