Chapter 64: Chapter 64

- I told you to get out of here!

'But, Megan…' Missy whimpered softly.

- No biggie, Missy! – Her sister roared, possessed – There's only half an hour left for the wedding and this idiot just can't understand that it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding ?! As if it wasn't bad enough the two of you spent the entire night banging the bed against the wall last night. – Megan sneered, making Missy blush.

- In my defense, I don't want to see her. – Logan's voice sounded from the other side of the locked door – I just want to talk to her one last time, before going to the ceremony, wait.

- What the hell do you have to say to her that you haven't said in 05 months of relationship?! – Megan rolled her eyes, walking around the room, with the accessories that Missy would use in her hands.

- Just let me touch my future wife Megan a little. - Logan sighed, as the doorknob began to move, denouncing that he was trying to enter again.

- You just said it was just talk. Megan pointed out, annoyed.

- Come on, Megan... - Missy begged, getting up from the chair she was sitting in, making the satin and delicate tulle of the hem of her wedding dress drag across the wooden floor of one of the rooms in the Knight house – I also want to talk to him... Please... - she begged, giving her sister's hands a gentle squeeze.

With a defeated sigh after spending a moment staring at her angrily, Megan just rolled her eyes and raised her hands to the sky dramatically before walking to the door and opening it a crack. Glancing through it, she snarled at Logan, not allowing Missy even a single glimpse of anything outside.

- You better not even think about spying, Knight. – Megan threatened him, seriously – We both know that you've fought against traditions for a lifetime and haven't won any of them.

- I know that well, Megan. – Logan laughed, completely unconcerned – I just want to… hold her hand one last time… before seeing her walk down the aisle to me and become my wife. He sighed, sounding utterly thrilled.

- You're exactly like your brother, sometimes... - despite that seeming to be a criticism, the joy in Megan's voice made it sound much more like a compliment - Alright... But only for a few minutes! – she determined, undeniable – Otherwise, you'll be late, this will force Missy to be late too and, in the end, you'll have to wait much longer to see her at the altar, as you want so much. Let's avoid this, okay? – Missy didn't even need to look outside to know that Logan was nodding frantically – Very well! Missy, come here! – Megan quickly closed the door, signaling for Missy to stand beside her.

Once close to her sister, Missy found herself being practically pressed against the wood of the door, in a way that she would be completely hidden from Logan's view. And it was only when she was satisfied with that position, that Megan opened that small gap in the door again, with enough space for them to pass their hands, at most.

- And don't even think about opening the door any further! – Megan threatened, although her tone was not at all irritated, but rather amused – Now, go ahead, lovebirds. Just don't forget to hurry! And remember, I'll be right there in the corner of the room, making sure there's no eye contact. – she warned categorically, before moving to the dressing table where Missy had been sitting before, absentmindedly starting to check that the bouquet, filled with white, pink and lilac peonies, was organized.

"Logan…" she called him, stretching her hand out the door as she leaned her body against the wood, sighing with contentment as she felt his lips lovingly kiss the back of her hand, before wrapping it in his.

- Just a few hours without seeing your face and I already feel like a starving man... - he reflected with a murmur, more to himself than to her, apparently, before raising the volume of his voice - How did you are you, my love?

- Anxious. Happier than ever... - Missy quoted, with an awkward giggle. “And more nervous than ever, too.

-I know the feeling… – she felt him lift her hand until it reached her face, brushing her freshly shaven cheek against his palm – What about the babies?

- They're fine, just a little gluttonous, as usual. – She shook her head playfully, even though she knew he couldn't see her – They made me repeat my breakfast literally three times this morning… – She rubbed her free hand over her belly, now a little more protuberant by account of the four and a half months of pregnancy.

- You didn't eat anything with cinnamon, did you?

The deep seriousness in his voice, as if he were asking if she hadn't ingested some kind of poison or something, made her laugh heartily. Since the day they reconciled and she told her about the pregnancy, Logan had become adorably overprotective. Two months ago, he had been reading and consuming all kinds of content that could help him make her pregnancy safer and healthier, and, of course, also everything that could make her and the twins safe. Even if that included doing things like carrying her around the house in your arms so she wouldn't get tired, massaging her feet even though they weren't that swollen yet, and coming up with a list of foods and medicines that could potentially harm her. and the children... All this even after the obstetrician had made it clear that Missy would be perfectly fine just following the simple care she had recommended up to that point.

Not that Missy minded his eagerness to keep the babies safe and healthy. After all, it was her biggest wish too.

And, of course, she just loved watching the way his expression got extremely adorable when he worried about her doing harmless things that he saw as dangerous, because of her readings – like eating cinnamon, for instance.

- No, I managed to escape from the evil shin, daddy. Missy laughed, using the nickname she'd been calling him since he crouched down next to her and talked sweetly to her belly for the first time.

And the same nickname she sometimes used, in a completely different tone, to refer to him when they were between the sheets.

- Good girl. – he praised, his voice full of desire – I won't have any reason to make your little ass red tonight… Unless you wanted to, of course.

Missy was about to purr that she would surely want to, when a fake nauseous sound interrupted her.

- Oh, yuck. Megan squeaked, making Missy blush to the roots of her hair, not wanting to believe that she really completely forgot that her older sister was still there.

- Don't let Megan bother you. – Logan laughed, provocatively – You have no idea the barbarities I've been forced to listen to, just because she and Devon can't contain themselves, even when they're inside the agency... Or in important meetings, by the way.

- As if no one knows why the elevator mysteriously stopped, with you two inside, last week. – His sister countered, with a roll of her eyes – By the way, shouldn't you already be at the altar?

- Yes, I should... - she could almost see the smile on his face, before her hand appeared again through the crack in the door, extending something to her - But, before I go, I need to give my bride one last gift of marriage, before she becomes my wife.

- Oh, Logan... - Missy smiled when she saw the velvet box, just a little bigger than her engagement ring box had been, resting on his palm - Baby, you didn't have to...

- Yes, I did. – he interrupted her softly – When it comes to making you happy, I always need to do something. – He waved his hand suggestively – Open it, please. It is not just a mere decoration. It's... something I realized was very necessary after something you said to me last month.

- What I said? – Missy asked, confused by that cryptic phrase, as she took the small box from his hands.

- Open it and you'll know. - Logan promised, again with an obvious smile in his voice.

Curious, Missy gently lifted the lid of her present... And her eyes immediately filled with tears.

Inside the box, among the satin, was a gold brooch whose rounded, glass-covered front bore a picture of young Jonathan holding a one-year-old Missy in his arms. One of his hands was tickling her belly, making her giggle happily as he looked at her with deep love and adoration in his hazel eyes.

- Daddy... – she sniffed, feeling her heart tighten with that sweet memory.

- I know you said you knew he would be by your side today... - Logan whispered softly - But, I figured maybe you'd like something a little more physical to walk down the aisle. Maybe stuck in the ribbon on the bouquet or something... And when Megan showed me this picture a while back...

- It's perfect... - Missy cried, touched, intertwining her fingers with his again - Oh, Logan... It's just perfect...

- You came all the way here to try to ruin her makeup? Really, Logan?! – Megan's voice approached Missy, sounding not only mocking, but also curious – You're very lucky that I asked the makeup artist to only use waterproof products, because, otherwise, you would be at serious risk not to get married today. – Finally, Missy felt her sister stand behind her, trying to look at what she had in her hands – What does all this have to do with dad, anyway...

Megan's voice immediately trailed off as soon as her eyes landed on the portrait of their father, and when she returned to talking, it was in a low, wobbly tone.

- Oh… – she whispered simply – It's… A good idea. – Now her sister seemed to be fighting back her own tears, as Missy could confirm when she raised her eyes to look at her – Good idea for the bouquet… – she mumbled hesitantly, apparently not wanting to start crying in case she said something more emotional.

- Did you like, my love? Logan asked, sounding hopeful as he squeezed her hand gently.

- Oh, Logan... I can't think of a more perfect gift... - Missy repeated, with a sob, leaning down to kiss the back of his hand - Thank you... I so wish I had prepared something special for you too...

- This is just your last gift as my bride. There will be many more after we become husband and wife. – he promised, making her laugh heartily – And, as for you doing something special for me… – his hand went down until reaching her belly, caressing her and her babies with affection – Nothing could be more special to me than today, Missy. You are carrying our children and you are about to become my wife... - his voice broke softly - How could there be a better or more wonderful gift for me, after everything we've been through?

- Logan… – Missy sniffed, placing her hands over his on her slightly swollen belly – Nothing could be more special or precious to me, either.

- Yes, yes, yes... – Megan interrupted them, with a breathless sigh, seeming to be trying to contain her emotion – But, remember that it's not time for the votes yet, okay? They need to wait for the right moment. After all, it's going to be in a few minutes, now that Logan has taken so much time… - she teased, making Missy smile.

- I love you. – Missy kissed his hand again, giving it one last loving squeeze – I promise I'll get there as quickly as I can.

- I love you, my Missy... - Logan murmured lovingly, giving her belly one last pat, before hesitantly pulling his hand out the door - More than I will ever be able to explain. But I promise I will spend the rest of our lives demonstrating how you are the center of my universe. And I will wait for you. I will always wait for you... And not just at the altar. She could recognize the charming and delighted smile in his tone, before her footsteps began to sound across the carpet, moving away.

- See you later... Future husband. – she said goodbye happily, knowing that, in a short time, she would be crying again when she saw him waiting for her at the altar.

- See you later... - he replied, with a sweet and veiled promise in his deep voice - My love.

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His lips burned against hers. His tongue snaked around inside his mouth, moving obscenely.

Her soft hands moved slowly down the bare skin of her arms, sending shivers all the way down, until they finally wrapped around her waist in a firm grip, pressing her impossibly tighter against his broad chest. Gasping into the kiss, Missy braced both hands on his broad shoulders, rubbing her swollen nipples against the wall of muscle pressing against them. Even with the layers of soft fabric separating them, she could still feel the heat of him calling to her, making her want to get rid of those uncomfortable clothes and wrap herself completely around him, in a frenzy identical to her lips. ...

- They know that the wedding night starts after they are alone, not after the "I do", right? - Paul's false whisper, said with obvious provocation, reached Missy's ears like the sound of a trumpet, making her choke.

Mortified, and feeling all the blood in her body drain to her cheeks, she broke the kiss she'd been sharing with Logan, burying her face in his chest, utterly mortified to realize that the two of them had gotten far too lost in their arms. desires, after they have been officially decreed as husband and wife. In her defense, she believed they had both already begun to detach themselves from reality from the moment she took the first step down the aisle towards him at the altar. Everything seemed so perfect, so fantastic, so magical... that even though she'd been aware of their entire family as Megan guided her to her fiancé, once she'd stopped in front of Logan, watching closely how he was doing, completely stunning in her dark suit, it suddenly seemed like there was no one else in the room but the two of them.

She had been completely wrapped up in the sublime emotion of knowing that this man, the man she loved and respected more than anything else, was about to become her husband, and for a few seconds, she could only cry. Just like Logan. And it had been with tears of intense joy that he had clasped their hands together and kissed her forehead, again murmuring how much he loved her and how utterly stunning she looked in this dress, before turning them towards the Justice of the Peace who would perform the ceremony.

It was almost funny how she thought she would forever remember every word and every vow they'd heard and said to each other during the ceremony, but even so, they'd been so focused on just watching each other through the whole process that , suddenly, the moment to say “yes” had arrived. And, with just one tiny, simple word, which had come as a tearfully happy murmur from between his quivering lips, and as a firm, choked promise from his throat, they, who were already each other's in so many different ways, became one again. Forever.

It was when he had pulled her into that devastating kiss, so full of passion, love and happiness, that she had forgotten everything but her desire to seal that perfect moment with him inside her... Everything, including the fact that that they were still standing right in front of over 50 guests.

Risking a quick glance, Missy cocked her face a little to the side, blushing impossibly harder as she immediately found the whole family laughing amusedly towards them, before they started applauding and cheering, quickly being followed by all the other friends and known to the two who were around. More intensely than ever, Missy was deeply grateful that she and Logan had the same desire when it came to their ceremony and their wedding reception: something small, intimate, and attended only by family and closest friends. Logan being a businessman, she'd initially thought he'd want something big and opulent and filled with his most influential clients. But she had been relieved to find that she was wrong. Not that some of their most important colleagues and clients weren't nearby, or that the details of their wedding weren't perhaps even a little lavish. However, she was sure that she would never have been able to feel that same feeling of welcome and familiarity that she was feeling at that moment, looking at all those people, if they had not decided to invite, mostly, people who were important in their lives.

A little less embarrassed now, Missy straightened up, still remaining in Logan's arms, as they walked out of the aisle towards the party right next door, laughing happily as all the guests showered white rose petals on them, in amid cheers and cheers. And once again, even after the huge, bright room was filled with guests and Megan, Devon, Paul, and Diana began their toasts as best man, Missy found herself unable to do anything but smile from pure joy. joy and delighted look at her husband. Especially when it was clear from the way those smoldering green eyes remained riveted on her for the rest of the night that Logan was in a state much like her own. Or maybe even worse, since when it came time to greet the guests, he placed his lips against her ear, murmuring suggestively.

- What do you think we steal a piece of cake while everyone is distracted with dinner and run away to the hotel suite I booked for that night? – he proposed, with an indecent smile veiled in his tone – So we can start the honeymoon even before we take the plane to Italy...

- Oh, Logan... We can't leave without talking to people. – she laughed, amused – It would be very impolite…

- We invited them. Haven't we been educated enough just for that? – he snorted, but even so, he followed her to the center of the hall, while several people, noticing his movement, began to get up from their tables and approach them.

- Logan, Missy, my darlings! – Wendy, with her loud and unmistakable voice as always, was the first to arrive, enveloping both of them in a warm hug – The party is simply fabulous! Congratulations!

'Thanks, Wendy…' Missy laughed, a little breathlessly, when she finally released them.

- You look so radiant, darling... – she praised her, assessing, interested, the discreet elevation below the skirt of the dress – I can't believe that two more stunning Knights are about to arrive in the world! Just think how much magazines and advertisements for baby products would pay to...

- My children will not follow in my footsteps, Wendy. – Logan cut her off, without any rudeness, but also with such fierce determination in his voice that it did not open any room for discussion – If any of them wants to become a model, or even inherit the agency one day, they will do it when they come of age and because I really wanted it. Not because I or anyone else pushed them into this profession when they were just kids. - he opens a strained smile, which also had a subtle hint of warning – So whatever proposition you might have thought of making to us, you can keep it to yourself, okay?

-Oh, you're so worried… – Wendy waved her hands as she laughed, apparently not the least bit offended – And, of course your babies were born for the spotlight, darling. They are your children, after all. They'll end up on them eventually, even if they don't want to, just like you. But obviously someone is not ready to have that conversation. – She shrugged, while Logan's expression soured – Well, anyway, congratulations, my lovebirds. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get some more of that roast beef. Until later. – she said goodbye with a sparkling smile, walking away casually.

- It was just what was missing... - Logan grunted over his breath, annoyed - Having her want to manage two children who haven't even been born yet...

- I'm sure she will understand, when we explain more calmly. – She consoled him, caressing her hand where the smooth and silver ring now rested, while Raquela and Fernando approached them calmly, with huge smiles on their faces.

- Congratulations, honey. – Missy was the first that the elegant lady greeted, having her cheeks kissed with affection – You are one of the most beautiful brides I've seen in 40 years as a stylist. And maybe the happiest of them all too. – Raquela praised her, before turning to Logan with a mocking and challenging look – And you, my dear failed lone wolf? How does it feel now, being officially a family man?

- I've never been happier. - Logan murmured, satisfied, as he rubbed his face gently against Missy's hair and face.

- Oh, believe me... The question of happiness is quite noticeable. – Fernando laughed, before shaking their hands – But seeing a young couple exuding love like that is always a good sign. It means you two will have more than enough to last you a lifetime, as will your family, my boy... And me and my Raquela. – he hugged his wife by the shoulders, earning a passionate smile from her, before turning his attention to Missy again – But, tell me, Missy, when should we expect the invitation to the baby shower?

- Oh, well, in two weeks we'll do the ultrasound to find out the genders, so... I think a little after that. – Missy smiled, contentedly, as she lovingly caressed her belly – But don't feel forced to attend. I know that you have a complicated routine in Spain and that coming here must not be easy.

- Nonsense, dear. - Raquela laughed happily, taking his hand in both of hers and giving it an almost maternal caress - In many ways, Logan was to us like the son we never had. Just like, now, you are too. - she caressed his cheek softly - That's why we already consider these little ones as our grandchildren. And let's not miss another party, especially not one dedicated just to them. - Raquela joked happily - Now, let us stop renting so much of your time like that. There's still a long line of people behind us, waiting for an opportunity to look at this beautiful bride. - Raquela kissed both of their cheeks again, before starting to swim to the table where she and her husband had been sitting - See you later, darlings.

- Hey, Missy! - Lucy approached right away, wrapping Missy in a bear hug - Finally the true gala you deserve, huh?

-Lucy...-Emily scolded her with a disconcerted half smile while Angela, her husband Brian, and Simon followed right behind her.

- Do not worry. – Missy laughed, knowing very well what she was referring to – She's absolutely right. This party definitely made up for every other horrible event I've been to, if you know what I mean. She gave a mischievous wink, making Lucy laugh as Emily leaned over to give her a hug.

- You don't know how happy we were to hear that, my friend. – Emily smiled tenderly, while caressing her cheek.

- I think now we're definitely going to get over that bad mood, isn't it? – Angela teased, giving Logan a playful nudge.

- Come on, I wasn't that grumpy... - Logan shrugged, however, before the incredulous looks of everyone around him, including Missy, he couldn't do anything but laugh – Okay, I admit that maybe I have exaggerated a bit. But in my defense, I was forced to watch the woman I loved in the arms of an asshole who didn't deserve her. – he embraced Missy possessively by the waist, snuggling her against his chest, with an annoyed grunt – Would you have acted differently, in my place?

While Angela, Brian and Simon just laughed, there was something in the eyes of Emily and Lucy, who just smiled understandingly and hugged each other lovingly.

- Well, I'm glad I won't need anymore to find a pile of extra work on my desk just because you saw the two of them kissing and suddenly decided to spend the whole night working. – Simon shrugged, laughing – In fact, it's so painfully obvious now what the reason for his bad mood was, that I don't know how we didn't realize it before.

- If it really worries you so much, I guarantee that from now on you will only see me in a good mood... - Logan promised, while distributing seductive kisses on Missy's neck, making her blush - Very, very good mood... But they won't have the opportunity to see this for three months, of course, when we get back from our honeymoon. He smirked mischievously.

- God, someday I want to be the boss too, just so I can choose how long my vacation lasts. Lucy sighed dreamily.

- Well, technically it will only be two and a half months. – Missy smiled – We're still going to stay in town until we can do the new ultrasound and the baby shower.

"But it's not like we're going to be out of the house much by then." - Logan whispered perversely against her ear, making her choke.

- I can hardly imagine how you two must be looking forward to July. Angela smiled sympathetically, looking delighted as she watched the small bump on Missy's stomach.

- Yes... Every day I wonder what their little faces will be like... - Missy sighed dreamily, gently stroking her belly through the tulle of her dress - But the truth is that, as long as they are happy and healthy, I'm already going to be the happiest mother in the world. – she smiled, beaming – It doesn't matter how long it takes until I can finally hug them.

- Oh, and by the way… - Lucy widened her eyes at something she saw behind Missy, looking disconcerted – I think we should leave you guys alone for a bit… It looks like there's… Someone else wanting to give their regards. best regards.

- Let's go darling. – Emily clasped her hand in hers, smiling tensely at the newlyweds as the five said goodbye – Congratulations again, everyone. And good luck. – She wished, before all her friends dispersed, with hurried steps towards the buffet, almost as if they were running away.

- Why did they look so...? - Confused, Missy started to ask her husband, when an unmistakable voice, coming from behind them, interrupted her.

- Melissa.

- Mom!?