Chapters (40)
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Epilogue One
- Epilogue Two
- Books By Natasha Madison
- Acknowledgments
Looking down, I feel my heart slow, and a peace surrounds me. “I do,” I say with all my heart.
“We will have your exchange of rings,” the preacher says, and I now freak out. “If you would take Savannah’s left hand.”
“I didn’t get a ring.” I lean in, and he just smiles at me.
“I’ve got it covered,” he says, and I shake my head. He turns to Jacob, who is his best man, and he hands him the rings. “I didn’t have a chance to give you an engagement ring,” Beau whispers.
I want to tell him I don’t care and that it doesn’t matter if he takes a twig and rolls it like a ring. All I care about is him being my husband. “Beau, place the ring on Savannah’s finger and repeat the following, ‘I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love.’”
He takes the rings from Jacob and places it at the tip of my finger. “Savannah, I give you this ring …” His voice is so soft as he slips on the rings. “As a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love.” I look down, and my mouth drops open when I spot my diamond wedding band and on top of it my engagement ring. Which is huge, too huge. The princess diamond with diamonds on the side, and it looks like the figure eight.
“Savannah,” the preacher says, and I just listen to him say the words. Jacob leans over and hands me the golden wedding band, and I just look at Beau.
“What’s the matter?” he whispers.
“Nothing.” I shake my head and hold his hand in mine. I place the ring at the tip of his finger, and my arm starts to shake. Not because I’m nervous or because I’m scared. Apart from having Ethan, I have never been this happy in my whole life. “Beau,” I say, “I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love.” Then I slide it down his finger.
The preacher smiles at us. I don’t hear what else he says because the only thing that registers to me is, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Beau doesn’t even second-guess or go easy. Instead, he takes my face in his hands, and his mouth crashes down on mine. I forget that there are even people watching.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Beau