Talking To The Moon | Complete |

.... I Thee Wed

Luna POV

"Luna Elise Martin, non si prende Alessio essere il tuo legittimo sposo, di avere e di tenere, in salute e in malattia, per ricchi o per il povero, fino alla morte non vi separi?" ((Do you take Alessio to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for rich or for poor, until death do you part?))

Gazing into the pools of butterscotch that were my Mate's eyes, I smiled gently as his long, calloused finger traced the lone tear that slipped down my face. Twining our fingers against my cheek, I shivered as every emotion that I'd ever felt for him rushed to the surface.

He was my Mate, the one I was Fated for since my birth, the reason I'd found so much happiness ever since leaving my old Pack; I'd only been with him, with our Pack, for about six months now, but I'd never been happier in my whole entire life. He loved, cherished, and adored me; my Pack looked as much as to me as they did to him. We would soon have little babies to coddle, which would only further strengthen the bond between us all.

Glancing between the crowd and my Mate, I shook my head with w soft laugh as more tears leaked from my eyes; thank the goddess for waterproof mascara! In the past six months, I'd finally found somewhere I belonged, with people who would faithfully follow me, and a Mate who loved me almost more than himself. How could I not say that I didn't want to spend the rest of my life here, with my people and my Mate?!?

"Of course I do!" At my enthusiastic words, quiet laughter rippled through the crowd as everyone just as softly clapped. Everyone was smiling, and that only encouraged my own goofy grin. "How could I not?!? I love you!"

Even Giuseppe quietly chuckled, the sound rough in his throat, as he motioned Alessio and I to join hands. "Per il potere conferitami dalla branco di lupi che ride, Io vi dichiaro marito e moglie, Alfa e Luna! Alfa Alessio, si può ora baciare la tua sposa!" ((By the power vested in me by the Laughing Wolf Pack, I now pronounce you man and wife, Alpha and Luna. Alpha Alessio, you may now kiss your bride!))

Time slowed to a standstill as Alessio took a single step forward, chuckling as my swollen belly separated us by about a foot, and managed to wrap his arms around my waist. "Luna, my darling lovely little newly wedded wife, I love you so much!" Then, his lips softly met mine.

This kiss was like only a few others we'd shared; it was sweet and gentle, innocent, but could all the same build to a heated lip lock that led to the day being spent in bed. He slowly detached his lips from mine before it could get that far, though, and barely pulled away so our noses brushed. The same goofy grin that was on my lips played on his as he reached up a finger to swipe away the tears that glistened on his cheek. "I can't help it... I just love you so much, Mrs. Ercolani!"

Giggling, my own finger followed the trail of the next tear that fell as I reached on tiptoes to cup the back of his neck, his lips still gentle on mine. "I love you too, Mr. Ercolani!" Pressing my lips once more to his, I squealed as he literally swept me off my feet into his arms, giving all new meaning to the term bridal style; was I really a newly wedded bride? Was I really almost a mother?

~000~

Thoughts of my own mother circled in my head as Alessio carried me down the aisle amid raining rice and joyful tears; would I have wanted her here for this day? Could I have forgiven everything she and my father had put me through and invited them here? Could I forgive myself for the things I'd done to them?

'Luna, darling, don't dwell on them, sweetheart. They made their choice, and you made yours.' There was a note of finality in Alex's voice as he spoke softly through my head, arms tightening around me as we reached the reception area with the food and cake. "Are you hungry, darling?"

Arching a brow up at him with a smirk, I playfully swatted his chest as he carefully settled me back on my feet, though keeping a firm hand around my waist; I didn't mind, of course, and instead leaned into his touch. My parents were the farthest thing from my mind then, as I stared practically in lust at the large wedding cake. "Are you serious, right now?" Cupping my swollen stomach, I gazed lovingly between my unborn child and my Mate- my husband! "I'm eating for three now, silly, of course I'm hungry!"

"Alright then, darling, let's get you three fed!" Everyone gathered around, waiting anxiously, as Alex removed the cake-toppers; instead of the traditional bride and groom, we'd used two wolves whose heads were thrown back as they howled. It was quite a funny inside joke between us all, and everyone couldn't help but laugh. "Are you ready to cut the cake, sweetheart?"

"Can I please please please just shove my face in it right now, please please please please?!?" Batting my lashes, I pursed my lips into a small, playful pout and gazed down at the cake; it was Chocolate Italian Love topped with strawberries, something that I definitely would love. By then, everyone knew of my absolute weakness for chocolate, so I hadn't even been consulted before they'd made the cake.

Chuckling, Alex rolled his eyes playfully and tightened his arms around me, as if afraid that I'd bolt away from him and actually shove my face full of cake; though I was highly considering it, my dress was white and much too beautiful to ruin... "Why don't I just cut you a piece, sweetheart?" At my eager nod, he held the knife between us as we cut the first piece.

The crowd went pretty wild as I leaned towards him, raising on tiptoes; only, instead of kissing him, I shoved my own piece of cake in his face. Oh, the sacrifices we make for love...

He was more careful, out of fear that he'd ruin the perfection that was me that his sister had so artfully created, as he licked the icing off of his piece and leaned towards me; the chocolate icing melted from his tongue into mine as he kissed me, the salt of his still flowing tears mixing with the sweetness of his mouth. "Mhm, chocolate and my wife- what a sexy combination!"

~000~

'Are you getting tired, little one?' Cocking his head sideways, Alex gazed down at me with a small smile as we swayed, not really putting near as much hoopla into our first dance as we'd originally intended; being halfway through a pregnancy with twins, and fainting, sure wore a girl out...

'Kind of, but we have to at least finish the song,' I giggled rather loudly, trying to be heard over the crooning voice through the speakers and the excited buzz of our Pack; when they'd picked the song, I'd been in a hormonal frenzy and didn't care to be bothered. I'd much rather preferred to clutch at a tissue and sob over the fact that I was getting so fat I couldn't see my own damn feet...

'You are not fat, darling lovely little love! You're pregnant with twins, and just got married, after you fainted- I'm pretty sure you have more important things to worry about, sweetheart.' Cupping my cheek, he gently kissed me with a smile. "I love you, Luna Ercolani!"

"I love you, too, Alessio Ercolani!" Sighing, I lay my head on his chest and closed my eyes, wondering if this day could possibly have been any better... Of course it couldn't be any better- I married my Mate!

If only Alessio had told me his plans for our honeymoon...

A/N: considerably shorter than the previous chapter, I know, but hey, it's an update!:);) besides, I like writing Alex's POV more than I do Luna's.......