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Bonus Epilogue (From The Risk of Falling)
Sienna
“You look beautiful,” Ellie murmurs, tears filling her eyes.
“Mama, boo-ti-ful,” London mimics, botching the word.
I lift London into my arms, and then I reach out to hug my sister. When London’s squished in the middle, she squeals in excitement.
“Thank you for being my maid of honor,” I tell Ellie. “It means the world to me.”
“Of course,” she says, gracing me with one of her rare smiles. “You’re my sister, and I’m so glad after all these years you’ve found someone to love you the way you deserve.”
“Knock, knock,” Donna says as she walks into the room. “I have a gift for you from Micah.” She holds out a box wrapped in silver paper and exchanges the gift for London, who goes into her grandma’s arms willingly.
Today is my wedding day. Well, technically, it’s the day we renew our vows, since Micah and I are already married. But since our first wedding took place out of necessity when my life was being threatened, he insisted we do it again—this time, the right way.
Earlier this year, we visited the botanical gardens in Brooklyn to see the holiday light show, and I fell in love with the place. When I mentioned to Micah it was the perfect wedding location, he said, “Then this is where we’ll say, ‘I do’ again.”
I sit on the couch in the dressing room and open the box, revealing a book inside. I flip to the first page and find a picture of me with my head thrown back in a laugh. The caption reads: It only took a little begging, pleading, and plotting, but you finally agreed to go on a date with me.
I look at the photo again and realize it’s from our first date. We were watching a movie, and I’d laughed at a funny part. Micah must’ve snuck a picture of me, capturing the moment. That was right before he stopped the movie, saying he couldn’t get to know me if we spent our entire date engrossed in a film.
I flip the page and find another photo—this one from our previous wedding—along with another caption. As I flip through page after page, reliving each of the moments in our lives, I get choked up, seeing our love grow through Micah’s eyes. Our trip to London, the birth of our daughter, the day we opened the dance studio, anniversaries, holidays, family trips, and romantic getaways. We’ve only been together for a short time, but our love grows stronger every day.
When I flip to the next page, I find a caption without a picture: The day I got to make you mine all over again. I sniffle back my tears and close the book, ready to do just that—make Micah mine.
The wedding is beautiful, and our vows this time are our own, spoken from our hearts. We spend the evening dancing and eating and having a good time with our closest friends and family.
After the cake has been cut and the evening winds down, we thank everyone for coming. As we say our goodbyes, we kiss and hug London and Ellie, who’ll be staying with my in-laws while Micah and I are away on our honeymoon—to where, I have no clue.
I assumed we were going to spend the night at a hotel, so I’m shocked when we step out of the limo and onto the tarmac where the Alexander Enterprises private plane is waiting for us.
“Where are we going?” I ask Micah.
“It’s a surprise.”
Before I can argue, he scoops me up into his arms and carries me up the stairs and over the plane’s threshold. The flight attendant congratulates us and hands us each a glass of champagne.
“To us,” I say.
“Forever,” Micah adds.
We take a sip, and I find myself scrunching up my nose at the taste. I’m not a huge champagne drinker, but normally I can stomach it.
Micah notices and chuckles, then takes the glass from me and sets it down. “Did you like my gift?” he asks, situating us on the couch while the plane prepares for takeoff.
“I did. I didn’t know we were exchanging gifts, so I didn’t get you anything. But I did purchase new bridal lingerie…” I smirk, knowing how much my husband loves to see me in pretty lingerie before he peels it off of me. Micah’s devilish grin tells me I’m correct.
“I added another page,” he says, taking the gift out of the duffle bag and handing it to me.
“What? When?” I open the book he made and notice it has inserts, allowing for newly-created pages to be added easily.
I flip to the last page and see he’s right—a new page has been inserted. “The moment you found out we were expecting another baby,” I read out loud. It takes me a moment for the words to click, but once they do, I glance up at Micah just in time to see him snap a picture of me from his phone.
“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not—”
“Here you go,” he says, cutting me off. “A test…to prove you are, in fact, pregnant.” Sporting a wide grin, he hands me a box that contains three pregnancy tests, and I stare at them, flabbergasted by the turn of events.
“Micah, I’m on the pill,” I choke out.
“Apparently, the pill is no match for my super sperm because you’re definitely pregnant Sienna.” His grin grows, clearly proud of himself and his swimmers, and despite this pregnancy being unexpected, my stomach flutters at the thought of once again carrying his baby.
Once the pilot announces that we can walk around, we head to the bathroom, where I proceed to pee on all three sticks. Spoiler alert: all three read PREGNANT.
“I’m pregnant,” I breathe, glancing up at him.
“Fuck, yeah, you are,” Micah says, palming my face and kissing me deep and hard.
He lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bedroom, setting me onto my feet at the foot of the bed. Per his request, I’m still in my wedding dress, so he steps behind me and brushes my hair to the side and gives the back of my neck a kiss.
“Watching you walk down the aisle, knowing that you’re carrying my baby and about to declare your love for me again, was one of the best moments of my life,” he murmurs as he goes about unlatching each pearl that holds my dress together. As he parts each section, he presses a sensual kiss to my flesh.
Once the dress is undone, it flows to the ground, leaving me in my bridal lingerie. The last time I wore a bridal set, I went with white lace, choosing the sweet yet sexy route. This time, I went full-on sexy with a strapless bridal bodysuit. I know exactly when Micah’s eyes reach my ass because he sucks in a harsh breath, no doubt loving the way the backside sits between my butt cheeks.
“You are utter perfection,” he says, gripping and palming my ass. He gives my cheeks a squeeze, then spins me around and attacks my mouth.
Without any sort of finesse, he rips my lingerie off my body and promptly lifts me onto the center of the bed. Then, over the next couple of hours, my handsome, passionate husband makes love to me. He pleasures me until we’re both spent and lying in bed, our bodies entangled in one another.
“I think it’s going to be a girl,” he says, his hand splayed across my belly.
“You don’t want a boy?” I ask, snuggling into his side.
“I don’t care, as long as they’re healthy, but something tells me you’re carrying a girl. I was thinking, going along with London, we should name her Brooklyn. After the city we got married in.”
“I love it,” I tell him. “What if it’s a boy, though?”
“It’s not,” he says, so sure of himself. “But maybe the next one will be.”
“The next one?” I splutter. “You’re planning the gender of our third baby before I even have the second?”
“I can’t help it.” Micah shrugs. “I love knocking you up.”