Married To The Mafia King, Pregnant With His Heir
Not disappeared, I could still hear Matteo's badly stifled laughter at something, still saw Sofia dabbing her own eyes in my periphery, but none of it mattered the way Nathan's face mattered, watching me walk toward him like he'd genuinely feared I might not arrive.
The vows themselves I remember precisely, because we had written them ourselves, carefully, over months, refusing anyone else's language for this particular promise.
"I choose you," Nathan said, "not because circumstance requires it, not because anyone else decided it for us, but because every single day since I met you has made me more certain that choosing you is the best decision I will ever make."
"I choose you," I said back,