Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“Fuck them,” he says. “Like we said before, it doesn’t matter what the media says as long as you and I are on the same page. But I meant what I said. I’ll marry you anytime at all, as long as you marry me.”
“You can’t get rid of me,” I say. “And I’m sorry that I said I didn’t want the baby. I do. I just have a lot of emotions running through me right now.”
“I know.” He kisses my forehead gently. “Seeing you lying there today, lifeless and bleeding, was something I never want to go through again. If I lost you—”
“No more loss,” I insist and kiss him. “For either of us. We’ve had our share, and now I’m ready to move forward with you and this baby, as a family, and enjoy our wonderful life.”
“Princess Aspen,” he murmurs. “It has a nice ring to it.”
“Mrs. Wakefield sounds even better.”
“You’re the only woman I’ve ever met who’s averse to taking on a royal title.”
“I’m not averse to it. But princess implies I belong to the commonwealth. And Mrs. implies that I belong to you. And that’s the most important thing, first and foremost. The rest is gravy.”
“I knew it. The minute I saw you, I knew you’d change my life.”
“Me, too.” His eyes darken at my admission. “And I’m finally ready for you.”
Epilogue
~Aspen~
One Year Later
“I feel like I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
I smile at the king as he takes my hand and tucks it into the crook of his arm.
“Thank you for agreeing to let us have a small Montana wedding,” I say. “I know that you and the people expect something big and fancy in London, but this suits Callum and me so much better.”
Callum’s father surveys the scene before us. We’re outside, next to the lake with bouquets of wildflowers and sunflowers everywhere. My dress is white and simple. Perfect for an outdoor wedding in Cunningham Falls.
“It’s a beautiful day,” he replies with a nod. “And you’re right, it suits you. We’ll have something splashy in London later.”
“He’s handsome, isn’t he?” I ask, staring down the aisle at Callum, who’s currently holding our three-month-old son, Patrick.
“He looks just like his father,” the king replies with a wink. “How could he go wrong?”
“How indeed?” I laugh and reach up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you for walking me down the aisle.”
“It’s an honor and my pleasure,” he replies. “After all of the challenges you’ve been through, you deserve this happiness. I feel lucky to be able to witness it, and that my son is the one you chose to share it with.”
“Don’t make me cry today. I’m wearing makeup.”
He chuckles. “Shall we get you married, then?”
“Absolutely. Patrick might get fussy, so let’s get a move on.”
“Why my son chose to have an infant as his best man, I have no idea.”
“Callum’s a proud father,” I reply as we start to walk down the aisle, and everyone stands to watch.
Within seconds, we reach the love of my life, who passes our son to his father. The king nuzzles the baby, kisses his cheek, and then turns to sit with his wife, who’s already dabbing at tears under her eyes.
“You’re stunning,” Callum whispers.
“You’re charming,” I reply as the ceremony begins. We speak of love, commitment, fidelity, and respect.
And when it’s over, I’m Callum’s wife.
He kisses me deeply, in front of everyone we care about the most. As he pulls away, an eagle soars above, calling out to us.
“She’s here,” Callum murmurs.
“And she always will be,” I reply. “Now, let’s celebrate.”