Becoming the Whiskey Princess
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When Cathmor comes to where I am supposed to get down, gracefully, mind you, I see that he is coming toward me and I’m confused.
“I was supposed to walk down by myself,” I call to him as he reaches up to get me.
He shakes his head as he helps me down. Coming down on my feet, I look up at him, scowling since he was supposed to wait for me. But soon he is cupping my face, grinning at me, and, of course, his grin gets me every time. Clearing his throat, he says, “No, yer never gonna be alone again, mo stór, not while I’m breathing.”
My God! Really? Swallowing back my tears, I shake my head as I reach up, pulling the beanie off and throwing it over my shoulder.
“Declan, you’re a dream,” I breathe, and he flashes me a saucy grin.
“Not even close. You’re the dream, my love, simply gorgeous. Ya got me choking up,” he says before kissing my forehead softly. Pulling back, he looks deep into my eyes, and I can see the tears gathering in his own eyes. It hits me straight in the gut, and I honestly don’t know how I am not crying right now.
Probably because I am unbelievably happy.
“Plus, I want to walk with ya into our forever. It’s more for me than you,” he says with a wink as I take his arm, looking up into his beautiful face. As the music starts with something soft and sweet, we head down the long aisle with all eyes on us, but we aren’t looking anywhere but into each other’s eyes.
When a grin pulls at his lips, I squeeze his arm. “What?”
Shaking his head, he says, “Ya came on a horse?”
I smile back. “I did.”
He laughs. “Of course ya would, yer my princess.”
“I am,” I agree, leaning into him. “Because didn’t you hear?”
“Hear what?”
“I’m becoming the Whiskey Princess today.”
“No, the queen, my love, and don’t ya forget it,” he says with a wink.
And as we hold each other’s gaze, love pouring out of us in waves, I don’t even know how I could forget that I’m going to be tethered to him for the rest of my life. Because the Whiskey Prince is no longer just a person, no, he is the one and only love of my life.
And what a love I picked.
“I was supposed to walk down by myself,” I call to him as he reaches up to get me.
He shakes his head as he helps me down. Coming down on my feet, I look up at him, scowling since he was supposed to wait for me. But soon he is cupping my face, grinning at me, and, of course, his grin gets me every time. Clearing his throat, he says, “No, yer never gonna be alone again, mo stór, not while I’m breathing.”
My God! Really? Swallowing back my tears, I shake my head as I reach up, pulling the beanie off and throwing it over my shoulder.
“Declan, you’re a dream,” I breathe, and he flashes me a saucy grin.
“Not even close. You’re the dream, my love, simply gorgeous. Ya got me choking up,” he says before kissing my forehead softly. Pulling back, he looks deep into my eyes, and I can see the tears gathering in his own eyes. It hits me straight in the gut, and I honestly don’t know how I am not crying right now.
Probably because I am unbelievably happy.
“Plus, I want to walk with ya into our forever. It’s more for me than you,” he says with a wink as I take his arm, looking up into his beautiful face. As the music starts with something soft and sweet, we head down the long aisle with all eyes on us, but we aren’t looking anywhere but into each other’s eyes.
When a grin pulls at his lips, I squeeze his arm. “What?”
Shaking his head, he says, “Ya came on a horse?”
I smile back. “I did.”
He laughs. “Of course ya would, yer my princess.”
“I am,” I agree, leaning into him. “Because didn’t you hear?”
“Hear what?”
“I’m becoming the Whiskey Princess today.”
“No, the queen, my love, and don’t ya forget it,” he says with a wink.
And as we hold each other’s gaze, love pouring out of us in waves, I don’t even know how I could forget that I’m going to be tethered to him for the rest of my life. Because the Whiskey Prince is no longer just a person, no, he is the one and only love of my life.
And what a love I picked.
