The Donor

Chapter 30 (Final)

We're almost at the end guys ☹ its been nice putting this story back here. Im virtually hand hugging y'all 🖐🏻

Finishing the story on LAUREN’S POV!

My heart thumps; looking on at the beautiful woman in front of me, her dazzling smile and bright eyes welcoming my own. She’s glowing – made up perfectly. White was always my favourite colour on her. Maybe it’s the way it contrasts her complexion. Or maybe it’s the façade of innocence when I know she is anything but. Predominantly due to the pleasant thoughts of Camila in that white set of lingerie that I love so much and she knows it. But today, in that stunning white laced dress, collared and tight with the canvas of her back on display to our guests, she has never looked so beautiful.

“I vow to continue and be your strongest supporter, Lauren. Your biggest fan. I will protect you, warm you, challenge you and encourage you. But most of all, I vow to love you openly, fiercely, and forever.”

I almost didn’t hear the end of my fiancée’s vows with the blood rushing to my ears; the thumping in my chest. My excitement is unquestionable and relaxing appeared too far for my body’s capabilities. Her lips stop moving and instead stretch to a beautiful smile. A smile that quickly becomes a gasp and then a chuckle when our son starts to cry from the first row of seats at the church.

My gaze moves from Camila to our son, a 6-month old Micah wailing from his place on my father’s lap, arms outstretched toward his mothers. Emelia, our flower girl for the ceremony, attempts to soothe her brother, hushing him and kissing his face, but the little boy continues to whimper. Our guests chuckle to themselves at the disruption. Without much of a second thought, I release my hands from Camila’s grasp and walk swiftly toward the boy who immediately stops crying at my approach. My fiancée giggles to herself as I walk back to her, our son sitting on my hip.

The ceremony continues while my son sits quietly on my hip, eyes wandering around the room, smiling to himself. Micah squeals excitedly at Camila’s ‘I do’ following mine, every guest in the room laughing along with us. Before too soon, Camila is standing aside to retrieve her ring from Dinah, I receiving mine from Chris who then stands back alongside Sofi, opposite from Leon.

I smile throughout the exchange, still not quite believing my luck that the beautiful woman in front of me is agreeing to be my wife. She smiles back at me.

“You may kiss the bride.” Micah claps when he sees our guests are, his smile shining toward my wife and I, and then to Sofi as he is passed to her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, hers around my neck, my wife meets me in a soft kiss, encasing my bottom lip between hers. Or trying to through the smile that has yet to move from either of our faces. Our guests’ happiness sound through the church and mine evident with the way I giggle against her mouth and stop her from pulling away.

“I love you,” Camila whispers against my lips. Soft brown eyes lock with mine, shining perfectly. “I am so lucky to have you.”

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Our first dance as a married couple reminds me of our first night together; dancing at the club and Camila choosing to come home with me that night. Yet the home is now our home, and she’s no longer a woman I wanted, but a woman I now have.

Her wedding dress is dipped at the back, canvasing her skin until the top of her butt, just how it was that night. My hand rests at the small of her back all night, lightly stroking her spine with my fingers every chance I get. Her hands rest on my shoulders and then onto my neck, guiding my lips to hers at every chance she can get. The night Camila decided to come home with me, I knew I was falling for the woman. I knew I was falling for a woman who was giving me a chance – a life. A woman who would shower me with love. And I married her.