“Why can't you sit still, Kellan?”
Kellan squirmed in the chair, fixing his jeans and shirt. “I wasn't made to sit for paintings, Mrs. Ellis.”
I laughed, stroking the brush along the canvas. “Yeah that's apparent.”
Mrs. Ellis. I still got goosebumps whenever I heard it.
Our wedding was a whirlwind that blew right by us. Kellan wanted the wedding as soon as possible so we needed help. The Blood Dogs MC took care of all the planning and expenses. I was really nervous about the MC planning my dream wedding. I expected leather jackets and a motorcycle to drive me down the aisle.
But it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Right on the beach, the sun shining, the waves crashing in the background. I couldn't have asked for more perfect weather. White chairs were set up along the grass facing a modest altar. It was all so simple, yet elegant.
I always imagined my father walking me down the aisle, his arm nervously shaking. But it wasn't to be. Diesel offered to walk me down. He was a father figure to Kellan and that was good enough for me.
Kellan was dressed in a tailored black suit that barely hid his bulging muscles. I giggled on my way down the aisle—I'd never seen him look so dressed up before.
And he looked damn good.
My white off-the-shoulder gown showed a generous amount of cleavage that got Kellan's eyes wandering. I tried to keep from tearing up as we exchanged our vows but I couldn't help it. The priest announced us as husband and wife, we kissed, and the crowd cheered.
Happiest day of my life.
Our honeymoon was spent in a hotel room right on the water. We never even left the bed.
“How much longer do I have to sit here?” Kellan complained.
“Almost done.” Everything looked great except for his expression. It didn't capture Kellan at all.
“Why are we even doing this today? There's so many dirtier things we could be doing.”
I leaned over past the canvas and gave Kellan a death glance. “I wanted to capture this moment.”
“What moment? Why don't you capture the moment I come inside you? That would make for a great painting.”
I rolled my eyes. “Keep it in your pants, honey.”
My hand moved independently of my body, spreading the paint across the canvas. I rarely had to actually think about what I was painting. It all came out of me naturally.
Kellan was right to complain about this. I didn't give him any special reason for it. But I was about to. I wanted to tell him at the perfect time. That time was now. “The reason I wanted to capture this moment is because it's the moment you find out you're having a baby.”
I continued painting like I hadn't just dropped a bomb on Kellan.
His jaw dropped to the floor and it came right back up to form the biggest smile ever. That's what I was waiting for.
Kellan stood up. “Are you joking, Lilly?”
“Sit back down and no, I'm not joking.”
Kellan dropped back into the chair and sat still, his face beaming.
I put the last finishing touches on the painting and stepped back to take it all in. I couldn't have done a better job.
“Can I get up now and kiss my wife?”
“Get over here, you dumb brute.”
Kellan rushed over and wrapped his arms around me. “I'm going to be a father?”
“Yeah and you better not fuck it up.”
Kellan put his hand on my stomach. “I'm going to spoil the hell out of him or her. Do you know yet?”
I shook my head. “Still got a couple more months until we can find out.”
Kellan showered me with kisses, choking my body with his arms. He stared at the painting, tilting his head side to side. “You were actually able to catch the surprise look on my face.”
“It came out perfectly.”
Kellan turned to me and smiled. “I'll love you forever, Mrs. Ellis.”
“Until the end of time, Mr. Ellis.”
The End
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