Switched

Chapter 35 - Waltz of Love

Kayden's POV

"Daddy!" Daisy exclaimed happily and gave me a cheeky smile, toddling towards me in slow steps.

I beamed at her in amusement and bent down, opening my arms wide. Daisy threw herself into my arms joyfully. I chuckled and hugged my little angel. Then I picked her up and placed a tender kiss on her brown hair, holding her in my arms.

My mother approached us, smiling affectionately, and took Daisy in her arms.

I took a deep breath and looked at my bride, who started walking down the aisle with her father. As our eyes met, I gave her a wide smile.

Hazel looked breathtaking in her white wedding gown with a tulle skirt and slender spaghetti straps bedecked with pearls as well as a long white veil. There was a daisy flower crown on top of her hair.

As Tristan gave his daughter's hand to me, I squeezed Hazel's hand tightly while admiring my bride in awe.

"You are stunning," I commented huskily, looking her in the eyes, enchanted.

"You aren't bad yourself." She winked at me playfully.

After saying our vows and putting on our rings, the officiant told me that I might kiss the bride. I wrapped my arms around Hazel's waist, pulling her closer to me, and brushed my lips against her inviting lips. She rested her hands on my chest as I deepened the kiss, bending her back slightly while everyone was applauding cheerfully.

A few minutes later, I pulled back and held my wife's hand, giving her a bright smile. She beamed at me happily, squeezing my hand.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Daisy exclaimed, extending her arms towards me, making everyone burst out laughing.

I chuckled in amusement and walked towards her as she kept calling me.

"Cutie pie," I cooed to her as I took my daughter in my arms and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. Then I walked towards Hazel, who was watching us tenderly while carrying our daughter in my arms, and held Hazel's hand.

"My angel." Hazel caressed Daisy's cheek affectionately.

"Let's go, my doll," I told my wife, smiling, and we started walking down the aisle, holding each other's arms while Daisy was in my arms.

I approached my beautiful bride, holding two flutes of champagne for us, while she was chatting with Celeste.

"Doll." I gave Hazel a bright smile and extended one of the flutes towards her.

"Thank you, hubby." She winked at me playfully as she took the flute.

I grinned happily and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

"I will leave the newlyweds alone," Celeste said mischievously and walked away.

"I look forward to staying alone with you," I whispered in her ear huskily and placed a soft kiss on her neck, breathing in her mind-blowing scent.

Hazel bit her lower lip seductively and rested her free hand on my chest. "So do I, Mr. Matthews," she commented provocatively, traveling her hand along my chest slowly.

"Guys," my grandfather, Richard, called us warmly, approaching us with my grandmother, Jessica, and my parents.

Hazel pulled away from me nervously and gave my family a shy smile. Meanwhile, I was still resting my hand on her lower back, holding her against me.

"Congratulations," my grandfather said joyfully and tapped on my shoulder. "It has become a tradition that the other twin marries the girl who I chose for his brother," he added in amusement and shook his head, smiling. We burst out laughing.