Owen showered, shaved and brushed his teeth before sliding into bed with Laura. His intentions had been good—catch a couple hours of sleep before Holden woke them up. But then he caught the scent of her hair and felt the heat of her body, and the next thing he knew, his arm was around her, his leg was between hers and his face was buried in the silk of her hair.

“So you decided to come home,” she said in a gravelly, sleepy-sounding voice that instantly turned him on.

“It was a tough call, but you know, Holden needs me, so I figured I’d better come back.”

Her hand covered his, which was curved over the round bump of her belly. “I’m glad you did.”

“Nowhere else on this entire planet I’d rather be.”

“Mmmm,” she said, her bottom snuggling back against his cock, which was suddenly and rigidly erect. “Looks like you brought me a present.”

The unexpected comment made him laugh. “He shows up whenever you’re close by.” He kissed her cheek and every other bit of soft skin he could get to as his hand slid upward to cup her breast. Rolling her nipple between his fingers, he teased it until it was hard and tight. “Guess what was waiting outside the door when I got home?”

“What?”

“Divorce papers.”

“Oh God! Really? They really came?”

“Thanks to Dan and Slim, who flew them over.”

“Oh my God! That’s the best news I’ve ever gotten.” She let out a laugh full of happiness and relief that was infectious. Their wedding could proceed without anything standing between them and happily ever after.

He continued to tease her nipple until she strained against him.

“Owen…”

“Do you want me to leave you alone so you can go back to sleep?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Have I told you yet today how much I love you and how much I can’t wait to be married to you?”

“You just did.”

He slid his hand down her side, over her hip and down her leg until he encountered the hem of her nightgown, which he eased up to her waist.

“Let me turn over.”

“No, like this. Just like this.” Owen removed her panties and tested her readiness, moaning when he found her slick and hot. “Were you thinking about me before I got home?”

“Maybe a little. I kept waking up looking for you.”

Never in his wildest dreams had he ever expected to love a woman the way he loved her. And when she said things like that… “You’ll never sleep without me again.”

“What about tonight? We’re not supposed to see each other before the wedding.”

“Screw that. I’m not superstitious. Are you?”

“I have been in the past,” she said. “I am Irish, after all.”

“And now?”

“Screw it.”

“I do love the way you think, Princess.” Lifting her leg over his hip, he pressed into her slowly and carefully.

She squirmed, trying to get closer. “I’m sort of digging the way you’re thinking right now, too.”

He smoothed his hand down over the bump where their babies were and found the heart of her desire.

She gasped as he went deeper, and her head came back to rest against his shoulder. “Owen, God… Feels so good. So good.”

“For me, too. Nothing feels better than this.”

“And after tomorrow, we get to do this forever.”

“And legally, too.”

“Bonus.” When he thrust further into her, she groaned. “Speaking of bonus.”

“Every time!” he said with a laugh.

“It’s tradition now.”

“All these complaints… It wears a guy down, I tell you.”

“I’ve discovered it’s almost impossible to wear you down—or out.”

“Since you’re going to complain no matter what, I may as well get my money’s worth.” Without losing their connection, he arranged her so she was on her knees, bent over a pile of pillows. Grasping her hips, he moved slowly at first, always concerned about hurting her.

“Good?”

“Mmm, yeah. So good.”

“Ready for more?”

“There’s more?”

He gave her a teasing tap on the ass that made her giggle. The sound was a balm on his wounded soul, which had finally begun to heal when she came into his life. “Such a brat.”

“Soooo much more than your share.”

“There it is. Now we can get really serious.”

“We weren’t already getting serious?”

“We were just getting started.”

She laughed as she groaned, and then he showed her what he was capable of when he got really, really serious.

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Lying with Owen in the aftermath of magical morning lovemaking, Laura had never felt so happy or content. He was back. Her Owen had come back to her a little at a time since the trial ended. With every passing day, he’d been less broody and withdrawn. Today, though, he’d laughed freely and loved fiercely. He’d faced his greatest fears and came out stronger on the other side. His demons had been exorcised once and for all.

“So the party was fun?”

“It was fantastic. So many laughs. Evan went all out.”

“Would you expect any less?”

“Nope. He’s the best.”

“That’s why he’s the best man.”

“Yep.” He ran his hand up and down her arm, making her skin tingle the way it always did when he touched her.

“Do you have a little bit of gas left in the tank?”

His eyes opened. “Why? You want to do it again?”

“Not right now,” she said, laughing. “I have something I want to show you before things get crazy around here.”

“I’ve always got gas in my tank for you, Princess.”

“I hope we’re talking about the same kind of gas,” she said dryly as she got out of bed to retrieve the photo album she’d located the night before.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” He sat up against the pillows, watching her as she walked around naked.

Laura hated how ungainly she felt as her pregnancy progressed, but didn’t dare move to cover herself because she knew he loved her au naturel. She brought the album back to bed and sat with him against the pillows.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“The album from my first wedding.”

“Oh.”

“I know it may seem inappropriate to break this out the day before our wedding, but I’ve been thinking about something, and I wanted to share it with you.” She flipped open the heavy embossed cover to a photo of her dressed for her wedding. Her hair was pulled back in an elaborate style that had taken hours to get just right. Her makeup had been professionally done and every detail seen to by a wedding planner with meticulous attention to detail.

“Wow,” Owen said, gazing at the photo. “You look incredible. So beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Her throat tightened. “I wanted you to see this because that’s not me. That’s not the real me. The real me is the one you will see tomorrow. Far less perfect and far less polished, but all me.”

“That’s the only you I want, Laura.”

“I know, and that’s why there’s no hair stylist or makeup artist or wedding planner this time around. There’s only you and me and Holden.”

“Which is all we need.”

“Last time, with Justin, all of this felt necessary. I don’t feel that way with you, and I wanted you to know how comforting it is that I can be completely myself with you—no pretense, no artifice, no charade. Just me.”

“There’s nothing you could give me that would mean more to me than that, Laura.” He cupped her cheek and ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

His tenderness brought tears to her eyes.

“Could I see the rest of the pictures?”

“I didn’t intend to show you the rest. I just wanted you to see that one.”

“I’d like to see the others if that’s okay.”

She hesitated, but only for a moment, before she handed the album over to him. What did it matter now? He knew she didn’t love Justin anymore—if she ever had to begin with. He knew she’d never loved Justin the way she loved him, and that was all that mattered to either of them.

Owen flipped through the pages, studying each photo with intense concentration. The wedding had been glamorous and elegant and classy—all the things she’d once thought mattered so much. Until her elegant classy marriage went up in flames a month after the “I do’s.”

“You’re spectacularly beautiful,” he said after a long period of silence. “I still can’t believe you picked me to spend the rest of your life with.”

“That day,” Laura said haltingly, “I knew something was wrong. I didn’t know what, but I knew it was wrong.”

“I can see that in some of the pictures.” He pointed to a photo of her with Justin. “You’re glowing and radiant, but I still see the sadness in your eyes.”

“I was sad, but I didn’t know why then. I do now. It was because I was always meant to be with you, and I’ve known that for almost as long as I’ve known you. Please don’t look at those photos and think that’s what I really want. It isn’t.” She took his hand and brought it to her lips. “This is. You are. We are.”

“I know, baby.” He leaned over to kiss her. “I know that.” Closing the book, he put it on the bedside table and then turned to face her, putting his arm around her. “Thanks for sharing that with me, and thanks for giving me the real you. That’s always going to be exactly what I want.”

“Thank you for accepting me as I am, for the incredible way you take care of me and Holden, and for giving up your carefree life to take on an insta-family.”

“Best decision I ever made. I was thinking about that day recently, watching the boats leave and remembering last Columbus Day when the last boat left without me for the first time in years. I knew then that I was committing to forever with you, and I haven’t regretted it for one second. I never will.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“You didn’t wonder, did you?”

“Not really, but it’s still nice to hear.” With her hand flat on his belly, she kissed his chest. “I thought you’d be exhausted after being up all night.”

“I’m too excited to sleep. My sisters get here today, the others tomorrow. We’ve got our rehearsal dinner tonight and the wedding tomorrow.”

She was thrilled to hear him say he was excited. “And you’re going to be facedown on the table tonight if you don’t get some sleep.”

“My little man will be awake soon.”

“I’ll take care of him this morning so you can sleep.”

“I don’t want to sleep when I can be with you guys.”

“You get to be with us every day for the rest of our lives.” She kissed him. “Close your eyes.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Owen…”

His devilish smile lit up his face. “Make me.”

She lifted herself up and over him, kissing each eyelid until he closed his eyes and sighed deeply. “Now keep them closed.”

He put his arms around her, bringing her down on top of him. “Stay with me. Can’t sleep without you.”

“Only until Holden wakes up.”

“I’ll take whatever I can get.”

She placed soft kisses on his eyelids, his cheeks and lips, stopping only when she felt him begin to harden beneath her. “Don’t even think about it.”

“I don’t have to think about it. Just happens.”

“I’m out of here.”

“No! I’ll behave. I promise.”

“That’s an empty promise if I’ve ever heard one.”

“Stay,” he whispered.

Only because he kept his eyes closed did she rest her head on his chest, listening as his breathing deepened and his arms loosened around her. She stayed until she heard Holden stirring in his crib, and then she extricated herself from Owen’s embrace, leaving him to sleep while she went to start her day.

---

“Oh my God!” Full-on panic seized Laura. “It doesn’t fit!”

“Yes, it does.” As Laura’s maid of honor, Grace had been the epitome of calm and cool all day, and now was no exception.

“No, it doesn’t! How could my belly have expanded that much in three days?”

“Um, you’re pregnant with twins, and you’ve stopped puking seventeen times a day?”

“No one told me this would happen if I went on the meds!”

“Laura,” Grace said with a giggle. “Are you listening to yourself? Would you honestly prefer to be puking and feeling like crap on your wedding day?”

“I would prefer that my dress actually fit.”

“It doesn’t fit?” Stephanie asked as she came in wearing an off-the-shoulder coral-colored dress that offset her dark red hair and deep summer tan. Along with Abby, Maddie and Janey, the girls would each wear a different style of the same color dress. Unlike the last time around, Laura had told the girls to pick whatever they felt comfortable wearing. They were gorgeous and would look beautiful no matter what dress they chose.

“It doesn’t seem to want to zip,” Grace said, confirming Laura’s worst fears.

“What am I going to do?” she asked. “People will be here in an hour!”

In the mirror, she watched as Grace, Abby and Stephanie assessed the situation. The three of them had become Laura’s closest friends in the last year, and asking them to be her attendants had been the easiest decision she’d ever made. As much as she loved the girls she’d grown up with in Providence, they were part of her old life now. She’d also asked Maddie because she’d been such a great friend and an incredible help with all of Laura’s questions about Holden. Janey was the sister Laura had never had, and had been a bridesmaid last time, too.

“How would you feel about going backless?” Abby asked.

“Wouldn’t that also mean going braless? That’s not an option with these pregnancy boobs.”

“I feel you there, sister,” Maddie said, making them all laugh. Her breasts were substantial when she wasn’t pregnant, and her jokes about pregnancy boobs were hilarious.

“If we cut it here,” Abby said, “we can sew the excess fabric into a halter.”

“And this can be done in an hour?” Laura couldn’t believe she was actually considering this plan, but what choice did she have? The dress didn’t fit. “Get Sarah. She sews! She’ll know what to do.”

“I’m going,” Stephanie said. “Relax. It’ll all be fine.”

Laura laughed because what else could she do? And honestly, what did it matter? She could marry Owen in a burlap sack, and it would all be fine. The pictures would give them something to laugh about in their old age.

“You’re awfully calm,” Abby said. “You’re not in shock or something, are you?”

“Nope. I’m good.” Trying to imagine her bridesmaids taking scissors to her dress on the day of her first wedding had Laura giggling madly. She would’ve lost her shit if this had happened then.

“Should we call Victoria?” Grace asked, her brows furrowed with concern.

“No! I’m really fine. I’m just laughing at how ridiculous this is.”

“It’s going to be fine,” Abby assured her.

“I know that, which is why I’m laughing. At the end of the day, I’ll be married to Owen. Who cares what my dress looks like?”

“She’s going into shock,” Grace said.

“I’m not. I swear.” Laura tried to be convincing, but she couldn’t stop laughing.

Stephanie returned with Sarah, who’d brought her sewing kit and a sharp pair of scissors that Laura recognized from the kitchen.

Her stomach fell when it registered that they were actually going to cut the gorgeous white silk dress.

“Let me see it,” Sarah said.

The other girls stepped aside to give Sarah room to work.

“What’s going on?” Adele asked when she joined them.

“Dress disaster,” Laura told Owen’s grandmother. “Compounded by a rapidly growing set of twins.”

“Oh no,” Adele said.

“Not to worry,” Sarah said confidently. “I know just what to do.”

Since she couldn’t contain her burgeoning waistline, Laura decided to have faith that her new mother-in-law would take care of it.