“What do you think?” Skye asked as she looked up into the face of the man she loved, her own excitement evident on her face.
He looked at her with a quirk of his lips. “I love it, but honestly if you love it then that’s all that matters to me,” he responded as he tucked her into his side.
Skye went up on tiptoe and kissed him lightly knowing that if she kissed him properly, they would never get as far as buying wedding rings later. Pulling back, she looked at her son Noah.
Noah was not Nate’s biologically but in every other way that mattered they were father and son. Nate played ball with him, did homework with him, taught him what it was to be a man, he even stayed with him when he got sick. They were the perfect example of what a father and son should be, and blood and DNA had nothing to do with it.
“What do you think champ?” she asked as she ruffled his hair.
Noah looked up at them and Skye saw the hint of his biological father in his eyes. Hugo had not been a good man, far from it, he had been a bastard from day one, but he’d also paid the ultimate price for it. She couldn’t hate him, he had left her with the biggest gift in Noah and selfish as it seemed, his death meant no more threat for Noah.
“I like it and there’s plenty of room for a bouncy castle.”
Skye looked at her son with a smile “It’s a wedding, Noah, not a kids party,” she gently reminded him.
“A small one won’t hurt though will it?” Nate asked.
Skye tried to remain firm as she looked at the two men she loved more than life. “Hey, this is my wedding day and I’m only having one, so I want it to be perfect.”
“Damn right it’s the only one you’re getting,” Nate said as he swooped her back and kissed her soundly.
She pushed him off with a giggle, but she loved how he was always touching her or kissing her. She never doubted how much he loved her—ever.
“So, this is it, the venue for our wedding,” she said as she looked around the beautiful room, filled with round tables with pristine white tablecloths. She could just imagine it filled with twinkly white lights, pink and ivory rose centrepieces, and the silver pine cones she and Lauren had spent ages collecting and spraying silver.
“I can’t believe it’s really happening,” she said as she squeezed his arm.
“Believe it, baby, because it is happening in four days.”
“How about we grab some lunch before we drop Noah with Dane and Lauren?”
“Yes.” Noah thrust his arm in the air. “Can we get Beefy Boy’s?”
Skye laughed at her son’s enthusiasm but honestly, she couldn’t say no. He had been through so much in his short life and he deserved a treat.
“Of course we can, but maybe I can get something less calorific, I have a dress to get into.”
Nate slid his hand around her midriff, his thumb brushing the underside of her breast as he spun her around, causing her to catch her breath at the slight touch. His touch always had the same effect on her and she loved it. Even now he only had to walk into a room and she felt her heart rate pick up.
“You will do no such thing, you’re damn perfect as you are,” he growled.
Skye rolled her eyes at his response. “You have to say that, you love me.” She squeaked at the sharp slap on her ass.
“I say it because I mean it and it’s true. I love your curves, not a second goes by that I don’t want to be touching these curves,” he said as he palmed her ass, before following the curve of her waist up to her breasts. She sucked in a breath as she glanced around to see Noah completely pre-occupied with the piano at the other end of the room. “Feel what you do to me, Skye,” he said hauling her against the hard shaft of his cock.
Skye felt her body respond as the languid assault on her senses continued as he kissed her neck. “Okay a burger it is,” she answered as she let him kiss her neck.
“Good girl,” he said as he pulled away and looked at her through eyes almost black with desire.
“How about we get that burger and the rings and then while Noah’s at Dane and Lauren’s you can show me all the other reasons you love my curves?” she asked with a cheeky smile.
She heard the growl that rumbled up his chest. “Noah, let’s get going buddy,” he called. “I have an afternoon of making love to my fiancée planned,” he whispered just for her ears.
Skye smiled with complete contentment. Life was perfect.
* * *
As they settled in the booth at Beefy Boys, Nate cast his eye around the room, evaluating everyone for potential threats. Finding none, he picked up the menu and looked at it but not really seeing it though. He was too busy thinking about what he wanted to do to Skye when they got home later.
They had moved back to his home after Will had upgraded all his home security. He and Skye had wanted Noah to have a more normal, stable home and while he loved the Cunningham Estate, it didn’t offer the privacy they craved. Plus, he wanted to start his marriage to Skye in their own home.
“Nate, are you listening?” Skye said sharply as if she had said it a few times already.
“Sorry, what?” He looked up at her as she and Noah looked amusedly at each other. Damn he shouldn’t be zoning out like that but, God, she had got him so hot under the collar and other places.
“I asked if you had picked up the suits yet?”
“Oh uh, no not yet. I have my best man doing that.” He smirked knowing Dane was going to kick his ass for this.
“What about your sister? What time is she getting in?”
“They get in tomorrow around lunchtime. I’ll collect them and then go pick up your friend Lacey from the airport.”
“Okay good. My parents get in the day before the wedding thank goodness. The less we see them the better. My father is already going to have an apoplexy when he finds out Uncle Reg is giving me away.”
Nate reached out and grasped her hand in his. “Relax, it will all be fine,” he said rubbing her wrist with his thumb. “Is the cake done?” he asked leading her onto a subject she could control. He saw her smile and visibly relax as she talked about the cake and how it was her best yet.
God, he loved her so much. Never could he have imagined his life being so perfect, but Skye and Noah had given him something he could never have imagined. He loved Noah like his own and even if they were lucky enough to have biological children one day, he couldn’t imagine loving them more. Noah was his first son and that would always be the case. He watched as Skye talked to Noah about the menu options and felt a completeness fall over him. He could not wait to make her his wife. He had always believed in true love but had never quite known the extent until he’d met Skye and fallen head over heels.
God help anyone that gets in the way of this wedding.