Chapitre 7: my wedding and the beginning

MARGARET POV

The secluded woods cradled our love, a secret haven for our wedding. Lewis and I stood there, surrounded by the whispering leaves and the soft rustle of anticipation. Our guest list was intentionally small: Lewis's parents and Jessie. I had wanted to invite more friends, but Lewis's wishes prevailed. Guilt tugged at me, but this was our day—a day to cherish.

My white silk dress flowed around me, its simplicity a canvas for dreams. A veil adorned my hair, and I felt like a model stepping into her own fairytale. The dress was expensive, yet elegantly understated—the embodiment of my desires.

As I walked down the narrow aisle toward the waiting priest and Lewis, my heart raced. Vows exchanged, our voices trembled with emotion. "I do," we repeated, sealing our promises with each syllable. This was the threshold to a new chapter, a path we'd walk together.

Jessie sat nearby, her thumbs-up a silent cheer. Lewis's eyes held mine, and I knew we were writing our story—one word at a time.

Finally, the priest unveiled me, and Lewis and I shared a nervous smile. "You may kiss the bride,"he declared. But I couldn't wait. "Why not the bride kiss the groom first?" I teased, leaping into Lewis's arms. My legs wrapped around him, and our lips met—a sweet collision of passion. Laughter bubbled from our witnesses—Jessie and his parents—as we reveled in the moment.

When we broke apart, Lewis spun me, and I landed on my feet. "My lips might be swollen," he chuckled, and I nodded, my heart soaring. But there was one more task: Jessie, the next in line for love. She darted away, heels defying gravity, and I chased her with my bouquet. "You must have this bouquet—you're getting married next!" I called after her.

"How can you run so fast in those heels, Margaret?" Jessie laughed, and we danced around the field, two brides—past and future—linked by laughter and shared joy.

It was a fun and joyous time, yet a bittersweet ache tugged at my heart. I longed for my family and friends to be there, their absence casting a shadow over our intimate celebration.

My father remained a distant figure, estranged since the divorce from my mother. Years had passed without our paths crossing. Perhaps there was no need to tell him about my marriage; perhaps he'd already forgotten the three daughters he left behind. Our only connection now was as business competitors, our lives diverging like parallel lines.

Lewis, my steadfast love, kept our union veiled. Not even his friend Aaron Liam knew of our clandestine vows. Lewis promised that in a few years, our love would step into the spotlight—a grand wedding awaited. "Trust me," he said, and I did, as I always had. His words echoed like a whispered melody, and I clung to them, hoping they would carry us through the hidden years ahead.

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The evening wrapped around us like a warm embrace, and we celebrated in Lewis's family house—a small gathering that etched beautiful memories into our hearts. We danced, the rhythm of joy coursing through our veins as laughter spilled from our lips. Jessie and Lewis's father captured the moments in photographs, preserving our happiness for eternity.

The music played, weaving a tapestry of melodies that kept our legs and bodies busy. Lewis, held my waist from behind, his lips brushing against mine. We giggled like carefree children, lost in the magic of the day. This was a memory I'd carry forever—the way his touch felt, the way our laughter harmonized.

And then Lewis blindfolded me, whispering secrets of surprise. Carried to the car, I wondered where he was taking me. The engine roared to life, and we drove, the anticipation building with every turn. Finally, he stopped, and he gently untied the blindfold.

I gasped, my hand flying to cover my mouth. Before me stood a house—a vision from a fairytale. It nestled in the woods, surrounded by nature's beauty. Simple yet exquisite, it felt like a place plucked from a storybook. Flowers adorned the landscape, their colors vibrant against the green canvas.

"Our new house,"Lewis confirmed, his smile matching my own. *"Did you think we'd stay in my old house or my family's?"* His words held promise—the promise of a shared future, a life built together. And he'd moved my belongings here, ensuring my comfort.

The Privacy enveloped us; there were no neighbors to intrude. It was just us—the beginning of our forever. I turned to Lewis, my heart overflowing. "Thank you," I whispered, closing my eyes and resting my head on his chest.

"No,"he murmured, pulling me closer. "Thank you, Margaret."

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The soft glow of candlelight danced across the our bedroom, casting a warm hue on the rose petals strewn across the bed. Lewis's presence was magnetic, and as he stood close to me, I could feel the heat emanating from his body. The anticipation hung in the air, thick and intoxicating.

I reached up to remove my earrings, the delicate metal slipping from my earlobes and landing gently on the table. Lewis's eyes never left mine, and I wondered if he could hear the rapid rhythm of my heart. His white shirt seemed to cling to him, emphasizing the contours of his chest and shoulders. I traced the buttons with trembling fingers, my breath catching as each one gave way.

"It's not our first time," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the charged atmosphere. "But it feels so different today."

Lewis's hands moved to my waist as I started undoing the belt of his trousers. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I leaned into him as he pressed his lips against mine. His breath was shaky, matching the fluttering in my stomach. We were both nervous, both eager.

"You're not the only one," he murmured against my lips. "It's not our first time, but the tension…it's crazy."

His words sent a thrill through me, and I turned to face him.

The room felt charged with anticipation as Lewis stood behind me, unzipping my white dress. My heart raced, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. It wasn't our first time, but the tension still hung thick in the air.

His warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered, "Exactly... you're not the only one feeling nervous." His touch sent a delightful shiver down my spine.

In that tender moment, as Lewis gazed into my eyes, I felt a rush of emotions—the warmth of his kisses still lingering on my skin. The room seemed to hold its breath, cocooning us in a bubble of intimacy.

My dress lay discarded, and my bra unhooked—a silent invitation. His lips traced a path down my shoulder, igniting a fire within me. The gentle pressure of his mouth against my skin sent shivers down my spine. Each kiss was a promise, a map leading to desire.

We looked at each other and giggled.then he carried me like a princess to the bed.

In that tender moment, as Lewis cradled me like a precious treasure, I felt the weight of his gaze upon me. Our fingers entwined, our hearts beating in sync, we lay there—two souls suspended in time.

His voice, soft and unwavering, broke the silence. "Let's be together forever, Margaret Connor,"he said. The sound of my own name, now linked to his, sent a thrill through me. Butterflies danced in my stomach, and I knew this was a moment to cherish.

"We will be together forever, my Lewis,"I whispered back. His eyes held mine, and in that shared gaze, promises were made—promises etched into the very fabric of our existence.

And so, with smiles that spoke of a thousand tomorrows, he leaned in for another kiss—a kiss that sealed our fate, binding us together across time and space.

Lewis Connor, my love, may our forever be filled with laughter, whispered secrets, and stolen kisses.