~Requested by chrisreads912~
The night felt like a dream—no, better than a dream. It was real. I was Mrs. Stevie Rarebell now, and the sound of it made me giddy every time I thought about it.
The ceremony had been perfect, intimate, and filled with love. Candlelight flickered everywhere, illuminating Herman's face as he smiled at me. His eyes had stayed on mine the entire time, as if we were the only two people in the world.
Now, hours later, we were finally alone in the cozy little cottage where we'd decided to spend our wedding night. The soft glow of the fireplace painted warm hues on the walls, and the faint scent of roses lingered from the bouquet I'd set on the dresser.
Herman stood by the window, looking out at the moonlit garden. He'd taken off his jacket and tie, and his shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the strong lines of his chest. He looked relaxed, but when he turned back to me, there was a tenderness in his eyes that made my heart swell.
"You look beautiful," he said, his voice soft.
I smiled, running my hands over the delicate lace of my gown. "You've said that a hundred times tonight."
"And I'll say it a hundred more," he replied, crossing the room to stand in front of me.
His hands cupped my face gently, his thumb brushing over my cheek. I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes for a moment. When I opened them, he was smiling at me in that way that always made me feel like the most cherished person in the world.
"I still can't believe this is real," I whispered. "That you're mine."
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "Always, Stevie."
I wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady and comforting, a rhythm I felt I could lose myself in forever.
For a while, we just stood there, holding each other, the world outside forgotten. Then, he pulled back slightly, tilting my chin up so our eyes met.
"Dance with me?" he asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
"There's no music," I pointed out, though I was already slipping off my shoes.
"We don't need any," he said, taking my hand.
He led me to the center of the room, and we swayed together in the quiet, the crackle of the fireplace and the distant sound of waves our only soundtrack. His hands rested on my waist, warm and steady, while mine settled on his shoulders.
As we danced, he leaned down and kissed me—a kiss that was slow and filled with everything words couldn't express.
When we finally pulled apart, he scooped me up in his arms, making me laugh. "Where are we going?" I asked, though I already knew.
"To start forever," he said simply, carrying me toward the bedroom.
The rest of the night was a blur of kisses, soft whispers, and gentle laughter. Every touch, every glance, every word felt like a promise—a promise of love, of devotion, of a lifetime together.
And as I lay in his arms, my head resting on his chest, I knew with every fiber of my being that I was exactly where I was meant to be.
~Wedding Day~
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