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chapel and I’d promised a signed football to the manager to book it for right after the five o’clock mass. Cherry blossoms filled the room, the same flower pinned to my jacket and in the bouquet Elisa would be carrying.
    After what seemed like fucking hours, the violin quartet I’d hired started to play the smooth, romantic melody of Nessun Dorma. The aria from Tourandot, told the story of a man who falls in love at first sight and must earn the hand of the princess. It was the perfect song to watch my Elisa walk toward me down the aisle. Her ivory, lace dress hugged her curves until it flared out at the knees, hitting the floor.
    The sight of her and the smile on her face calmed my racing heart. I had to unglue my tongue from the roof of my mouth to speak my vows. Then the ceremony was done and I kissed my wife for the first time. I gathered her up close and kissed her without urgency, pouring my love into it. However, it eventually turned passionate, and I was about two seconds away from hauling her ass back to our room when I was knocked out of my lustful haze by a small hand whacking me on the back of my head.
    “You can ravish your wife later, Bry,” Maddie said sternly.
    My gaze burned into Elisa’s chocolate brown eyes, a mirroring flame sizzling. She went on her tiptoes, her voice quiet, for my ears only. “Don’t worry, I can still feel the stretch from the last time you owned my body and convinced me to say yes,” she said with a firm grip on my ass.
    Fuck. “You better cancel any appointments you have for the week after next. You won’t be able to walk after spending our honeymoon being thoroughly fucked. I’m going for the win, baby.”
    Elisa winked at me—damn, it turned me on when she did that—and grasped my hand, her finger rubbing lightly over my wedding band. “I’m game. Just remember, you’ve already won your championship ring.”

Epilogue
Elisa
    “O ne more push,” the doctor urged.
    I squeezed his hand hard enough I should have broken a couple fingers. “C’mon, baby. You can do this. One last push.”
    “Easy for you to say,” I growled as I bore down. “You’re not the one trying to squeeze a watermelon out of your vagina. Why couldn’t I have fallen in love with a guy who wouldn’t have knocked me up with a ten-pound baby?”
    The sound of a baby’s cry saved Brysen from answering. Our baby had made his entrance into the world, kicking and screaming after twenty hours of labor. Finally .
    “Holy fuck, Elisa. He’s perfect.”
    “A boy?” I breathed out, trying to sit up to catch a glimpse of our baby as the doctor laid him on my belly. We’d decided to wait and let it be a surprise, a decision I’d only agreed to because it meant so much to Brysen. The decision was the right one, making this moment even more special.
    “He’s so little.” Brysen’s voice held the same awe I was feeling. We both watched avidly while the nurse dried him off and put a blue cap on his head.
    “Would you like to do the honor?” the doctor asked, gesturing toward the scissors in the nurse’s hand.
    “Absolutely,” Brysen agreed, grabbing the scissors from her and cutting the cord.
    When it was done, the nurse wrapped the baby in a blanket and lifted him up into my arms. At that moment, all the pain I’d felt giving birth melted away as I stared down at this perfect little person Brysen and I had created together. “He looks just like his daddy.”
    “I think he’s as beautiful as his mommy.” Brysen’s voice was shaky and honest-to-goodness tears filled his eyes.
    My uber alpha guy was moved to tears by the birth of our son, and it was yet another reason I loved him with all my heart. “We need to pick a name soon so we can call him something other than ‘he’ or ‘the baby’.”
    Brysen cupped our son’s head in his big hand, his touch incredibly gentle. “Gregory James Mariano.”
    A sob crept up my throat at his suggestion—one I fell in love with because it