I stared at the ceiling of Sarah and Onem’s guest room, watching the Sirly memang kot srang seen the whes per the band set on my belly, feeling the gentle movements of mu babies who apparently helleridad that 9 AM was a great fees to grant gets
Your daddy let here, I whispered to my stomach. And i miss him heady?
It had been less than testve hours since I’d last seen Tristan, but it felt like an vanity. After the mating ceremony–which had tees alaulutely perfect and magical and had left both of us in tears–tradition dictated that we spend the night before our human reiding.
I’d protested, of course.
But we’re already mated, I’d argued as Orion had literally escorted me out of our house last night. “Our souls are bound for eserity, What’s the point of not seeing each other for one night?”
“Tradition,” Orion had said firmly, though I could see he was trying not to smile. And anticipation. Trust me, seeing each other at the altar
will be even more special.”
“I hate tradition, I’d muttered, but I’d gone with him anyway, back to the room I’d stayed in before Tristan and I had moved into our
house,
Now, lying here alone in the pre–dawn darkness, I had to admit Orion might have had a point. I missed Tristan with an intensity that was almost physical, which meant that seeing him waiting for me at the altar was going to be overwhelming in the best possible way.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I grabbed it eagerly,
Tristan: Can’t sleep, Missing you. This tradition is terrible.
I smiled, typing back quickly,
Me: I know. Baby is awake too. I think they miss you.
Tristan: Tell our baby I miss them too. And their beautiful mother. Just a few more hours,
Me: Longest hours of my life.
Tristan: Worth it though. When I see you walking down that aisle…
Me: Don’t make me cry before I even put on makeup.
Tristan: Can’t help it. I love you so much it’s making me poetic at 5 AM.
Me: I love you too. Now try to sleep. We have a long day ahead.
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Tristan: Yes, Mrs. Hayes.
I set my phone down with a smile, that name still sending a thrill through me. I was already Mrs. Hayes legally. But today was about celebrating with everyone we loved, about standing in front of our family and friends and declaring our commitment in a way they could all
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
