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Chapter 26

Apologies for not updating sooner!

My phone (My usual method of updating) went swimming in the bath, and my laptop has a HUGE crack in the screen. I'm trying to update when I can. I hope you can bare with me.

Here is the next installment.

I hope it makes up for my neglect.

Chapter 26

The Bridal Suite

Ariella POV

Amber rays soak through the lace curtains, the very wedding I am standing at, staring out at the incredible sunset view.

Trees litter the grounds, coated in autumn leaves; jade greens, rosy reds, ambers and browns, hints of winter coming our way in the distant future; the clear sea blue skies surround us, with a chilly bitter wind.

Goosebumps rise on my bare arms as a warm breath travels over the back of my neck, and a scent clouds my senses, a gorgeous, familiar, sexy manly smell.

Beau.

Not just Beau.

My husband.

MY husband.

A harsh thump against my rib has me gasping, just like it does everytime.

“Will you cut it out?” I groan, rubbing my gargantuan stomach. Beau chuckles and places a gentle hand over mine.

“Not long to go baby. Not long at all.” He breathes, and lays a kiss on my jaw.

At 35 weeks, I am more than ready to be done with this pregnancy. I am exhausted, my feet hurt, my pelvis hurts, and my back canes like a bitch!

Today was the most joyous day of my existence to date.

Today was our wedding day.

I am no longer Ariella Jordan, I am now Mrs Ariella Peterson, wife of cleared of all charges- ex convict- free and no longer on bail Mr Beau Peterson; owner and CEO of his own business.

At every turn this man has proved everybody wrong, has made a name for himself, and has amounted into a successful, loving, caring and generous man. A man I am proud to call my husband.

I love Beau beyond anything I could ever explain.

My musings are cut short by his lips skimming across my throat; the cheeky bastard knows how horny I have become during my pregnancy, and takes advantage of it whenever he can.

“Bbb-“

“Shhh baby.”

Giving in, I lean back into him, and let my cares fly away.

Beau slowly leads me over to the wall nearest the giant bed in our honeymoon suite; on the wall is a giant full length, maybe 4 by 4 metre affair of mirrors tiled together in a beautiful arrangement.

“Look at yourself baby.” Beau encourages gently.

Upon opening my eyes, I look forwards and at the beauty standing in front of me; gentle Grecian goddess ringlets hanging down from a chignon hair display, a soft face, make up done to perfection- not that it was needed with the glowing aura surrounding her, a set of simple diamond pendant earrings completing the look; the dress is stunning- a white silk strapless maxi dress, hugging her full breasts and round stomach.