I jump right over ... how can I not? I am like every other woman who is in love but doesn’t have a ring on her finger. Obsessed.
“It’s gorgeous,” I say, lifting it carefully from the box and holding it up to myself. “It’s from the fifties, I’m sure. And look at this beadwork on the bodice.”
“You have to set this aside,” Lindsay says.
I twist my lips. “I don’t know. That might jinx it.”
She snorts, pointing to the stack of wedding magazines next to the cash register. “But reading those won’t?”
“Fair point.” I smile, looking in the mirror. With a few alterations, this would fit me well, I can already tell it was sewn for someone about my size.
“Besides, don’t you think he’s going to propose soon?” Leila grabs her purse, looking at her phone, knowing she is ready for her lunch break.
I shrug, placing the dress on a velvet lined hanger as she heads to the door. “It’s only been a month since we went out the first time. A few weeks since we said I love you ... there is no rush.”
But even as I say it, I know it feels false. There is an urgency - life is more precious than we ever thought. Falling into the river showed me that. “Maybe you’re right, Leila. There are no guarantees and so when you have the chance to go all in with someone - you should.”
“You should what?” Jacque asks, coming up behind me. I turn, stepping into the arms of the man I love.
Leila is waving goodbye from the door. “I’ll be back in an hour.”
“No need to rush,” Jac says into my ear. “I might need more than an hour.”
He walks over to the door, unplugs the open sign, locking the front door. I lick my lips, loving our lunchtime routine.
“You ready to T.Y.P.O.?” I ask, a smirk on my face, knowing he is certainly ready to take off his pants, I can see the strain of his cock through his jeans. It turns me on, seeing him so ready to take me.
“Hmm, not quite yet,” he tells me, surprising me.
“Why not?”
He pulls me to him. “What was it you and Leila were talking about as I came in? About going all in with someone?”
My cheeks flush, thinking of the wedding magazines, the wedding dress hanging a few feet from us. “I was saying how... well she was asking if we ... I mean. She wanted to know if we were going to... I guess...”
God, what in the world am I supposed to say? We were wondering if you are going to propose? Obviously not.
“You okay, Aylee?” he asks, running his hand over my hair to smooth it. “You seem all flustered.”
I groan, pressing my face to his chest, squeezing him tight. “We got a new dress in and it started a conversation about you and me.”
He looks down at me frowning. “A dress made you think of me?”
“Indirectly. Yes.”
“Can I see it?” he asks.
Biting my lip, I point to the gorgeous white gown. “That one.”
“The wedding dress?” He smiles, eyebrows lifting. No judgment. Because there never, ever is with Jac.
“Yes.”
“Interesting,” he says, turning toward me.
“Interesting how?”
But then he is on one knee, he is pulling a black box from his jacket and opening it up and offering it to me.
Offering me the whole damn world.
“A typo may have brought us together, Aylee, but our love is why I am asking you to be my wife.”
“Oh Jac!” I cover my mouth with my hand. “You planned this?”
He laughs. “Not the wedding dress, that is just serendipity. Just like us, Aylee. Meant to be.” He smiles, taking the ring from the box and slipping it on my ring finger. “Marry me, together we can face all our fears, conquer any obstacles that come our way. Marry me and we can guide one another, hand in hand, through life.”
“I love you,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around him and kissing him on the lips. Already imagining planting kisses on every square inch of his chiseled body.
“Well, you already have the dress, guess we can do this sooner rather than later, huh?” he asks.
I kiss him. “Yes. Sooner than later. I only have one request - let’s get married on dry land.”
Jac laughs. “Agreed. We dove head first when we fell in love.”
Epilogue I
Jac
“Are you sure you have everything?” I ask as I place our luggage in the back of my Jeep.
Wearing a flowery sundress and large-brimmed hat, Aylee wraps her arms around my neck, and kisses me before saying, “We’re spending the next two weeks on an island, all we really need is our bathing suits and flip-flops.” She nuzzles my ear. “And I plan on being mostly naked on our honeymoon.”
I chuckle. “I’m not going to argue with you about that.” There’s a part of me that still can’t believe how lucky I am. It’s hard to concentrate on anything other than the gorgeous woman in my arms, knowing she’s promised to spend the rest of her life with me.
“You have the tickets?” I double check before opening the door for her.
“Yep. Everything’s on my phone.”
There’s a part of me that wonders if I should double check the itinerary, but Aylee wanted to be in charge of booking our honeymoon, and I’m still not sure where we’re going. Only that she’s promised a beach, sun, and fourteen days of thinking about nothing but her gorgeous body against mine.
We had a relatively quick wedding. I would have given her all the bells and whistles if that’s what she wanted. But instead of anything extravagant, she’d wanted a small, informal reception in front of friends and her family.
“It’s not about the wedding day,” she’d told me. “It’s about the rest of our lives. Plus, I’d rather spend an extra week on an island with you, then a fancy-schmancy ceremony.”
So I’d taken on the task of organizing the wedding, and left her in charge of our honeymoon.
“Are you still not telling me where we’re going?” I ask when we’re in the airport, checking our bags.
She just shakes her head and gives me one of her dimpled smiles. A smile that makes me forget everything. I pull her toward me after we’ve gone through security and start walking toward our gate, so fucking proud to have her beside me. She beams up at me, knotting her fingers with mine, and I kiss her knuckles, wanting to shout to the world that she’s mine.
My wife.
My future.
Hopefully one day the mother of my children.
“You know I’ve never been on vacation before,” I tell her.
“What?” Her eyes go wide. “Are you serious?”
“I mean, in all fairness, my job is like a vacation. But no, this is the first real vacation I’ve ever taken.” I snuggle her neck. “So now will you tell me where we’re going?”
“Fine.” Her arms are wrapped around my neck, her smile contagious. “We’re going to St. John’s—”
Just as she says it, I hear our flight number being called.
“Looks like we’re already boarding,” she says.
More focused on Aylee than anything else, I don’t pay much attention to our surroundings. But when we’re on board, seated next to each other, I frown when an older woman sits next to me, wearing a heavy jacket and boots.
“She’s a little overdressed,” Aylee whispers.
I chuckle until I notice that we’re the only people on the plane in summer clothes.
“Um, where exactly is St. John’s?” I ask.
“The Virgin Islands,” Aylee says.
“That’s in the Caribbean, right?” I glance around, knowing something is not right.
“Yes.” She laughs, but then I see her mouth tug down when she notices the other people boarding. They’re all wearing winter clothes.
“Oh my God, I think we’re on the wrong flight.” Aylee’s eyes are wide with panic.
“Excuse me,” I ask the older lady beside me. “Where are you going?”
“St. John,” she
says with a slight accent I can’t place. “I haven’t been home in ages.”
“I think we’re on the right flight,” I tell Aylee, even though I’m still not convinced. “Can I see the tickets on your phone?”
Aylee pulls out her phone and starts pulling up the documents, but as she does, the stewardess’ voice comes through the speakers. “...We will be departing for St. John Newfoundland in...”
“Did she say Newfoundland?” Aylee’s eyes widen. “As in Canada?”
I take her phone from her hand and start scrolling through the documents. “Yeah. So that’s where we’re going.”
“Oh my God.” She grabs her phone and squints at the screen. “No, no, no...”
“You really need to get glasses, sweetheart,” I tease, chuckling.
“This isn’t funny.”
“It’s kind of funny.”
Tears well in her eyes. “No wonder the flight was so cheap. Do you hate me?”
I wrap my arms around her. “I love you. More than anything in the world. And it doesn’t matter where we spend our honeymoon as long as I’m with you.”
The flight takes off and once we are in mid-air, I look over at my bride who is sorely underdressed. It gives me an idea.
“Hey, I’m gonna use the restroom,” I tell her. “Do you need to?”
“No, I’m fine...” She gives me a warm smile.
I lean in closer, whispering, “TYPO.”
Her eyebrows lift and her eyes sparkle. She simply gives me a nod and we walk down the aisle. I slip into the restroom and pull my wife in with me, ready to join the mile high club. My pants are already off, she’s wearing a tiny sundress and I know how to get her off hard and fast. I lift her in my arms, her back against the wall. Her panties slipped to the side, she eases down on my rock hard cock, moaning as loudly as she wants. It feels so good, taking her like this - rough and wild.
I don’t tell her to be quiet as she screams when she orgasms. I don’t tell her to stop panting my name.
No. I won’t edit her. A typo brought us together and I sure as hell won’t censor her now.
Epilogue II
Aylee
One year later...
“There are my gorgeous girls.” Jac wraps his arms around me when he walks into the nursery, and we both peer down at our sleeping daughter.
“She is perfect, isn't she?” My heart swells with emotion. “Emma Haylee Laurent, do you have any idea how much your mommy and daddy love you?”
We picked the name Emma because both of us had been teased when we were younger about our unique names, and we wanted to give her something more common.
She stirs slightly in her sleep, her little bow lips making cute little sucking movements.
“More gifts arrived,” Jac says, nuzzling my neck and taking my hand, leading me out of the nursery.
Downstairs, it looks like Baby’s-R-Us exploded in our family room, and more unopened packages sit in the corner. But it’s the bouquet of two dozen pink and yellow roses that grab my attention.
“Where did these come from?” I ask, pulling out the card and reading my husband’s script.
To the most perfect woman in the world,
I love you because of your T.Y.P.O.
Please don’t freak out.
“What?” I laugh, turning to Jac, then frown when I see him holding a letter, worry tugging at his lips.
“Promise me you’re not going to get upset?”
“What’s wrong?’
He cringes before handing me the letter. “It’s my fault. You were tired when you filled it out, and I should have double checked before mailing it off.”
My stomach flip flops as I unfold the letter and see our daughter’s birth certificate.
“I don’t understand—” But then I do. I squint at the fine print and gasp. “Oh my God.”
Instead of Emma Haylee Laurent, our daughter’s name appears as Emmah Aylee Laurent.
“It’s not that bad,” Jac says. “Actually I like the spelling—”
“I should never be allowed to fill anything of importance out again.”
He pulls me into his arms, chuckling, kissing my forehead. “I just think it’s time that you finally admit you need glasses.”
I sigh, knowing he’s right. “Fine. I’ll go in this week and have my eyes tested.”
His lips brush mine, and I can feel him smiling against my mouth. “Emmah Aylee Laurent. She has your name.”
I blink up at him, realizing my mistake. “Oh, you’re right.”
“I’m glad. And like the card said, I love your typos.”
I chuckle. “My typos or my T.Y.P.O.s?”
“Well, without the first, I would never have gotten your pants off.” He laughs, lifting me in his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist. “Which is something I’d really like to do right now.”
“Then by all means,” I tell him. “Have at it.”
He carries me to our bedroom, lying me down on our bed. I look up at him - the man who loves me just the way I am. Mistakes and all. Flaws and everything. I am his and he is mine.
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C.M. Seabrook writes hot, steamy romances with possessive bad boys, and the passionate, fiery women who love them. Swoonworthy romances from the heart!
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Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.
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