The Greek's Pregnant Bride
Chapter 42

Chapter 42

He looked for a sign of apprehension but none was there. Her beautiful honey-brown eyes, artfullymade-up, were clear. Remarkably clear.

He reached out a hand, and as she took it he caught Rocco’s eye. The look he gave said: she’s allyours now. Hurt her and you will spend the rest of your life paying for it.

He’d never understood the full weight of what ‘giving the bride away’ meant until that moment.

From here on in, the role of her protector passed to him, an antiquated sentiment, but one he feltkeenly.

Alessandra would never be his possession but for good or for ill they would be bound together.

The service was anticipated to last around an hour. For the congregation, it no doubt dragged. ForChristian, time accelerated, the moment to exchanging their vows speeding up until it was time forthem to make their promises to each other—not a requirement of the church but something they hadagreed upon between themselves for the benefit of their guests.

He said his first, then Alessandra recited hers, her husky voice true and strong, her Greek practisedand flawless. The look in her eyes, fixed on his, was full of meaning. It was a sight that made his chestfeel as if a weight had been placed inside him, squeezing down.

There was no time to consider it as now was the time for what was, to many Greeks, the mostimportant part of the ceremony: the crowning. The priest blessed the two floral-wreath crowns, thenZayed took the lead, passing the crowns back and forth over them three times before carefully placingthem on their heads.

Finally they were done.

It was time to kiss the bride.

He searched again for her apprehension. It was still missing, a smile playing in the corner of herdelicious lips. Lips he hadn’t felt upon his since the night they had conceived the child that grew in herbelly. Lips he’d spent the past couple of months dreaming of.

Swallowing away the lump in his throat, he placed a hand to her still-slender hip and leaned down. Hersmall hand reached up to rest on his lapel.

He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to hers, just the breath of a kiss, but enough for the softestmouth he’d ever known to reawaken more memories of their night together and make his pulses race.

When the kiss ended, the congregation, no doubt led by Mikolaj, burst into applause. Alessandragrinned, her whole face smiling, her happiness transparent. She placed a hand on his shoulder andstraightened to whisper into his ear, ‘Thank you.’

He knew without her having to explain that she was talking about Rocco.

‘Thank you,’ he whispered back.

She’d brought Mikolaj to their wedding. Christian hadn’t thought he wanted him there, thought he hadn’twanted any associations with his past. He hadn’t appreciated how much it would mean. He’d thoughthaving Stefan and Zayed there would be enough but, no matter how close they all were, Mikolaj hadbeen there his entire life. He was family. Knowing he and Tanya were there to witness it all warmed himright down to his toes.

A sharp pang of regret rent him that his mother wasn’t there to witness this day too. But, unlike Mikolaj,his mother would have taken no joy from it. The opposite, in fact.

One look at Mikolaj’s beaming, proud face showed how much being there meant to him.

Alessandra had done that for him. Before he could consider what that actually meant, she kissed him, akiss containing more than a hint of promise. That promise was reflected in her sparkling eyes.

The coldness that had remained within him since their visit to his mother suddenly lifted, pushed out bythe desire this beautiful woman—his bride—elicited in him.

For a moment he was tempted to say, to hell with the reception, and whisk her straight off to his suite.

A knowing look played on her beautiful features, a look that said just a few more hours and I will beyours.

And she would be—his. Every inch of her.

* * *

A short time later they left the chapel, officially husband and wife.

Most of the non-Greek guests had brought confetti to throw over them, but Mikolaj and Tanya hadcome prepared, handing out paper cups full of rice to throw, as was the proper tradition in Greece.