Strictly Taboo(167)

The maid finished fastening my dress, and helped me slip my shoes on. I already had the pearl earrings and necklace on and she fastened the veil into my hair. She offered me the lipstick to touch up my lips before going down. The King was walking me down the aisle to his son, since he was my step father, and my mother was already down there waiting for me.

I knew Rupert would be there, waiting. I wondered how his shoulder would hold up, despite his best efforts to pretend it didn’t hurt, it did bother him if he stood or moved around for too long. He needed to give himself a chance to heal, but he’d been pushing himself hard to make sure everything was ready for the wedding.

I think part of him was afraid I’d flee if he gave me the chance. I chuckled as I thought of him chasing me down and tying me up with rope. I knew he’d never let me get away, and I actually found it comforting to know that he wouldn’t just let me run away from him without trying to fix it first.

The maid helped me carry the back of the dress down the stairs and hallways until I got outside. I took the King’s arm and he smiled at me, the gray at his temples and laugh lines at his eyes didn’t detract from his good lucks. I could see what his son would look like in another thirty years and I had no doubt that Rupert would be just as good looking.

“You ready Lara?” He asked me quietly as he patted my arm and started walking me towards the crowd of people.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose,” I smiled and then looked forward, focusing on the end goal here. This was for Rupert, this was for our baby, this was so we could be a family together and it was official. I could do this. Having everyone stare at me as I walked past them to have my hand placed in Rupert’s made me nervous, I tried hard to pretend it was just him and me there.

The ceremony went quickly, and when we said our “I do’s to each other, I’d never seen Rupert smile bigger. He slipped the ring on my finger and crushed me to him. He kissed me like he was never going to let me go and the applause finally sunk in and I pulled back.

“We have our wedding night for this, let’s not give them anything to gossip about,” I whispered to him and poked his hip with a finger. He winked at me and I blushed a little bit. Rupert was not the shy type, and while he always tried to do the right thing, he still didn’t really care what people thought. I cared enough for both of us I supposed.

We did the after wedding thing, socialized, ate some cake, talked to people, and eventually, I was dragging, this pregnancy was going pretty smoothly, but I got tired so easily right now. We moved our trip for our honeymoon until Rupert’s shoulder was feeling better, I didn’t want to go anywhere while he was still healing. He’d reluctantly agreed it could wait a month.

I went to our room and got out of the fancy dress and put on a comfortable nighty. It wasn’t the sexy lace with corsets or any of the other wedding night stuff. This was a simple silk shift that went to my knees and curved around my breasts with some give room around my stomach. I finally was starting to get a little round in the belly and I couldn’t stand anything pressing on it. This nightie did the trick.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my hair out, brushed my teeth and washed the makeup off my face. One nice thing about Rupert is he liked me the way I looked natural. He made me feel beautiful just the way I was, and I appreciated that.

He was in the room a few minutes later when I came out of the bathroom and was shrugging out of his tux and tossing it on a chair across the room. He was completely naked except the bandages he still had on his shoulder. He seemed to be healing fine, but I still worried about hurting him a little bit.

I got under the covers in the bed and waited for him to finish up and join me. It didn’t take long before he was jumping back into bed with me. His hands wandered over me, stroking me. I put my head against his non-injured shoulder and laid close to him. I know this was supposed to be my wedding night, but I was just exhausted. I finally felt like everything stressful that had happened lately was over and now I could just move forward.

I yawned and he pressed a kiss to my temple.

“Should I let you get a nap before I wake you up for our wedding night?” He murmured softly to me as his fingers rubbed against my arm.

“I don’t want to fall asleep, but I’m pretty exhausted.” I told him as I felt my eyelids growing heavier as I snuggled by his side. The last thing I remember was him petting my hair.





Chapter 6

I was woken up the next morning to gentle kisses being pressed all over my face. I smiled sleepily and peeked an eye at my husband. My husband. I can officially say that and think it and not have a panic attack. I guess when things happen slow enough, you get time to adjust. That and nearly losing the man you love to bullet changes your mind about some things.