I can't stop the smile from spreading on my face as the tears roll freely. Bran lifts his hand to my cheek and wipes the tears away.
“Melody, your vows,” the justice of the peace says.
“Branson, I always wanted to find love ever since I was a little girl. I watched my parents and all the love they had for each other, and it made me dream of the day I would find my Prince Charming. Then I met you. You stumbled into my life right when I needed you most. You weren't just a prince; you were my hero. I fell in the love second you swept me off my feet. . .” Pausing, I smirk. “Literally.”
The small crowd laughs together, and I giggle with them.
“You make my heart full; you make me enjoy thinking about the future, and where we'll be. I love you, and I'll always love you.”
The justice smiles and says, “Do we have the rings?”
“The ring bearer does,” Jenna says, picking them out of the small pocket on Troy's suit and handing them to us.
Slipping the ring on each other's fingers, Bran barely waits for her to tell us we can kiss. He grabs my face, yanking me in and kissing me like he'll never have the chance to kiss me again.
The crowd stands, clapping and hooting. We turn to face them, and I hold my bouquet high as we head back down the aisle to the hall for our reception.
The reception is amazing. We dance and eat. I toss the bouquet and Bran decides to pull my garter off my thigh with his teeth. Everyone seems to be having an amazing time.
But I can't stop noticing that Bran keeps checking the time. Every few minutes he's checking his watch.
“You got some place else to be?” I ask with a grin.
Bran wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in and kissing the top of my head. “Maybe,” he says.
“Maybe?”
“I have something I want to show you.”
“Oh really. . .” Drawing out my words, I move my hand up his thigh toward his dick. “Is it what I think it is?”
“You'll have to wait and see.”
After another hour, we say goodbye to all our friends. My brother and Jenna head home with a very cranky baby. Bran helps me into his truck and hands me a blindfold.
“Here, you need this.”
“For now or later?” Licking my lips, I wiggle my brows.
“I was just thinking for now, but by all means let’s save it for later, too. I could have some fun with that.” Closing my door, he climbs in the driver's seat. “Is it tight?” he asks.
“Yeah, I can't see a thing.”
“Good.”
The truck lurches forward, driving me to some secret location. Bran won't tell me anything no matter how many questions I ask. Normally I can bug him enough with my questions to get a little hint, but not today.
I'm actually impressed with his reserve. “You better not always be this good at keeping a secret.”
“This one is different.”
The truck starts to bounce and buck, hitting deep ruts in the road.
Throwing out my arm, I clutch the dashboard. “Where the hell are you taking me? The road sucks.”
“You're going to love this.”
The truck rolls to a stop. Bran gets out, and I sit in silence, waiting for him to come get me. Opening my door, he takes my hands and helps me out. Sweeping me off my feet suddenly, he has me in his arms.
Walking forward, he carries me a few feet and then stops. “Okay, you can look now.” Bran unties the bow in the blindfold, peeling it away.
Blinking my eyes open, I'm met with a sight that takes my breath away. My hands fly to my mouth as I start to cry.
There's a huge tent set up with strings of fairy lights wrapping all the posts and across the seams of the canvas. It looks like a million fireflies flicking in the darkness of the valley.
“When did you do this?” I ask. “How did we get here in your truck?”
“This is my wedding present to you. I spent the last few months clearing a wide enough trail through the east side of the forest so we can drive here. Now, it won't take us half a day to get here. We can come any time we want.”
“This is amazing, I'm speechless.” Wiping my eyes, I sniffle.
Bran turns me to face him, running the pads of his thumbs under my eyes. “I'll do anything for you, you're my angel.” Holding my face, he kisses me softly.
Lifting me back up, he carries me over the threshold of our forest home and sets me down gently on a thick down comforter. He strikes a match and lights a fire in the small pit he made from rocks in the center of the tent.