Amazon Warrior | ★★★★★

Epilogue Pt. 1

Gideon | Amazon Warrior

Epilogue

June 2022

Why did I agree to do this again?

Because you love me?

About that...

Is everything okay?

You're not having second thoughts, are you?

Faith answer me.

Are you having second thoughts?

Faith?

Answer me.

It's just too much...

I can't do this anymore...

Where are you? I'm coming to you.

I'm starting to rethink everything.

I just need time to sort things out.

Are you in the dressing room? Where are you?

Something is missing.

Faith please don't do this baby. It's our wedding day.

Faith? I'm coming right now. I don't care if you're dressed or not.

I'm outside. Open the door.

OH, HAHA you thought I meant the wedding. My mother keeps asking me where I want the chairs to go for the reception.

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The door to my dressing room busted open to reveal my very distraught fiance in all his brooding glory. His chest was heaving, with a wild look in his intense eyes. Immediately, I felt guilty for committing the prank, but what else would he expect from me? Our entire relationship was built off my endless practical jokes and witty remarks. He said that I balanced him; he was the serious and strategic half where I was the fun, loving, entertaining, radiantly glowing, and interesting... He could be entertaining, don't get me wrong, but I was more of the jokester in our little family that we had sewn together.

I was the trouble-maker where he was the rule of law.

I stood in my wedding dress, a beautiful satin gown that fell off my shoulders. My chestnut hair cascaded down my back in elegant wavy curls that tickled my exposed lower back. I dropped my phone and opened my mouth to explain to him that it was all a joke, but we stood staring at each other in awe.

I needed to let him know that I still loved him- that he was still the only person that allowed me to breathe, but I was mesmerized by the sight of him in his black form-fitting tux that showed off his broad shoulders. It was like a scene from a James Bond movie with him in his Tuxedo, pieces of wood from the doorframe still fluttering to the floor. All that was missing was the glass of scotch in one and a handgun in the other.

My lips curved upwards at the thought of him busting through the door like I was some criminal he was about to arrest. He was my sexy Deputy, the type of man that would smash his way into a room like it was an everyday occurrence, and he was going to be my husband.