He kept my legs pinned to the bed with his large hands, easily keeping me restrained with his vampire strength as I thrashed in his hold.
"One more time for me, baby," he urged as he slowed his tongue, now licking me at a leisurely pace. Every inch...
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My hands shake as I stare at my reflection in the oversized mirror.
It's all been perfected. From the sleek bun with loose strands framing my face, to the timeless white silk dress clinging to my curves, all the way down to very subtle—but glamorous—makeup that Nat painted on my face.
This is it.
Today is the day that I marry the love of my life.
But as I continue to pick my appearance apart, the same thought rolls around in my mind over and over again. It's missing something... I just can't put my finger on what that something is.
I sigh dejectedly, pursing my lips in thought just as Nat comes up behind me, holding my cooing, fifteen month old daughter on her hip. She rests her chin on my shoulder, admiring all of our hard work in the mirror.
Sloane shoots me a four-toothed smile, her bright orange curls pulled back into a ponytail to keep them out of her face.
She looks absolutely precious in her flower girl dress. It's white to match mine, but has lace detailing and a puffy skirt. Her blue eyes—that are a carbon copy of her father's—gleam under the bright lighting in the room.
She's a sassy little thing, always has been. She's kept us on our toes from the day she came flying into this world—four weeks early. I was terrified. It was too soon and I didn't know if it was possible for a baby to come that early on their own. We were scared we were going to lose her before we even got to really have her.
Luckily, everything went smoothly, and she was born healthy and screaming at six pounds five ounces.
Now she's walking, talking and giving everyone a run for their money.
"What's wrong?" Nat asks, already knowing that something's bothering me.
I have to forcibly drag my attention away from Sloane to answer her. "It's missing something."
Nat slowly scans me again from head to toe, scrutinizing every inch of me, before pursing her own lips. "You know, I think you're right."
Before I can respond, a knock on the door breaks us from our musings.
Wanda waves us off. "I'll get it."
"Hey, hey, hey," my dad's voice floats through the air as soon as she opens the door, and my responding smile is instant. He steps inside with a small box in his hand and closes the door behind him. Then, his gaze lands on me, and he goes still.
Complete silence blankets the room.
The longer he stands there, taking me in, the more nervous I get. I bite at the inside of my cheek anxiously, and when his eyes meet mine, they slowly begin to fill with tears.
