Hate to love S2

33.

Third Person PoV

The day of Freen and Becky's wedding dawned bright and clear, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. Friends and family gathered at a beautiful, flower-adorned outdoor venue by the sea, eagerly awaiting the ceremony that would unite the two women in marriage. The air was filled with the scent of roses and lilies, and a soft breeze carried the sound of waves gently lapping against the shore.

Freen stood nervously at the altar, dressed in a stunning white gown that hugged her curves and flowed elegantly to the ground. Her mother stood beside her, beaming with pride. Freen's heart raced with anticipation and joy as she glanced towards the entrance, where Becky would soon appear.

The music swelled, and all eyes turned as Becky began her walk down the aisle. She looked radiant in a matching white gown, her face lit up with a smile that seemed to outshine the sun. Her parents walked beside her, tears of happiness in their eyes. Freen felt her breath catch in her throat; Becky was more beautiful than she had ever seen her.

As Becky reached the altar, Freen took her hands, their fingers intertwining. They gazed into each other's eyes, feeling the profound connection that had brought them to this moment.

The officiant began the ceremony, speaking words of love, commitment, and unity. Freen and Becky exchanged heartfelt vows, promising to love and support each other through all of life's challenges and joys. When it was time to exchange rings, their hands trembled slightly, but their eyes never wavered from each other's gaze.

"With this ring, I thee wed," Becky whispered, slipping a delicate band onto Freen's finger.

"With this ring, I thee wed," Freen echoed, placing a matching ring on Becky's hand.

"You may now kiss the bride," the officiant announced.

Freen and Becky leaned in, sealing their vows with a tender, passionate kiss. The gathered guests erupted in applause, tears of joy flowing freely as the couple turned to face their loved ones, hand in hand, ready to embark on the next chapter of their lives together.

Becky's PoV

The reception was a blur of laughter, music, and dancing. Freen and I couldn't stop smiling as we greeted guests, cut the cake, and shared our first dance as a married couple. The joy and love surrounding us were overwhelming, making this the happiest day of our lives.

As the evening drew to a close, we slipped away from the celebration, eager to begin our honeymoon. We had booked a private villa on a secluded island, the perfect escape for our first days as a married couple.

The flight to the island was short, and soon we were stepping into a paradise of white sand beaches and crystal-clear waters. Our villa was luxurious, with a private pool, spacious living areas, and a bedroom that opened directly onto the beach.

Freen's PoV

That night, as the sun set and cast a golden glow over the ocean, Becky and I stood on the beach, holding each other close. The gentle sound of waves and the warmth of her body against mine made everything feel perfect.

"I can't believe we're finally here," Becky whispered, her lips brushing against my ear.

"I know," I replied, turning to kiss her deeply. "It feels like a dream."

We made our way back to the villa, the anticipation building between us. Inside, the room was dimly lit by candles, casting a soft, romantic glow. I led Becky to the bed, my heart pounding with love and desire.

"Are you ready for our first night as a married couple?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

"Yes," Becky replied, her eyes full of longing. "I've been ready for this moment for a long time."

I slowly undressed her, savoring every moment as I revealed her beautiful body. She did the same for me, her touch sending shivers down my spine. We climbed into bed, our bodies entwined, exploring each other with a passion that felt both new and familiar.

Our lovemaking was intense and tender, each touch and kiss filled with the love and connection we had built over the years. As we moved together, our bodies and souls seemed to merge, creating a bond that felt unbreakable.

"Freen, I love you," Becky gasped as we reached the height of our passion, her voice full of emotion.

"I love you too, Becky," I replied, feeling the same overwhelming emotion. "Forever and always."

We held each other close as we drifted into sleep, the sound of the waves lulling us into a peaceful, contented slumber. In that moment, everything felt perfect. Our journey had been filled with challenges and heartbreak, but we had found our way back to each other, stronger and more in love than ever.

As the moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over our intertwined bodies, I knew that whatever the future held, we would face it together, united in our love.

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