It took three bloody months.

Three bloody months to arrange the wedding, and start work on the new house. And to get Sabrina back in his bed.

Nick sighed. At least she visited his bed a few times. And he visited hers quite a lot. But she didn’t move in with him. She stayed in her house in Colorado, settling her parents affairs. Nick visited, working on the new house between trips to Colorado. He sold off a few of his other homes as well.

He bought another row house in London, though this time it was in Mayfair. He put both their names on the deed.

But it was nothing compared to the place he was building for her.

It wasn’t a house, it was a bloody grand estate. The main house had loads of bedrooms for future spawn, plus a guest wing for his mum, Brina’s aunt and Marley if he came to visit. Family only in the house.

A bit farther off were another two self-contained guest houses, a pool house with an outdoor living room. There was a another building with several offices, a green room and three soundproofed studios.

All overlooking the Mediterranean Sea.

They were moving to Capri. The playground of some of the wealthiest people in the world.

Yeah, the scenery didn’t suck.

Now if Nick’s mum or Brina’s aunt wanted to visit, it was closer than California. Plus, Sabrina and Nick both bloody loved it here. They’d gone together to scout out the properties, and ended up meeting a builder instead. They were getting exactly what they wanted with no expense spared.

Capri was a divine place to vacation and an even better place to set up a small music studio, and headquarters for their new label. There were good schools as well.

But for now, they were focused on their first baby.

As Brina said, it was going to be epic.

But first things first. Today, he was getting married. They’d rented the enormous country estate for two weeks, just so nobody had to run off after the ceremony. Kendall and Bruce were already here, and Marley too, the blighter.

Nick wanted to talk to Sabrina but his mum and all her friends were keeping him away. He groaned, resisting the lure of champagne. He wanted his wits about him today.

He never wanted to forget a thing about this perfect wonderful, extremely frustrating day. He needed his woman in his arms. And now that they were wed, he’d never ever let her go.

“Nick. It’s time.”

He nodded at Bruce. Kendall was laughing, unable to believe that Nick had beat him to the altar. But it was all in good fun.

Anyway, Nick knew that Kendall was next.

Now, they just had to sort out Bruce. He was a bit crabby these days. Staying that sober could do that to a man.

Nick grinned. He barely drank himself these days. And he certainly didn’t drink champagne for breakfast. He tilted his head to the side, considering.

Perhaps on their honeymoon in Bora Bora.

But only if his wife joined him in his debauchery.

“Are you nervous?”

Kendall was watching him do a last minute check of his hair.

“Me? Of course not, mate. I’m only marrying the most beautiful woman in the world. Inside and out.”

He followed them to the small chapel. Sure there were industry people coming to the party, but the ceremony was just for family. These two blokes fell into that category, whether they liked it or not.

“I’m bloody lucky to have three best men.”

Marley, Bruce and Kendall all smiled at him as they took their places. Marley had even forgiven him for the mess he’d made of the last tour. Even for the triplets. Even for Sabrina.

Marley was always right, the bastard.

They stood still, waiting. Nick felt a bead of sweat on his brow, even though the day was chilly. He thought idly that it might rain.

And then the doors swung open and he stopped thinking altogether.

She was here.

And she was glorious.

Sabrina stood in the doorway, all by herself. Nick’s eyes felt like they were bugging out of his head when he saw her in her gown.

It was simple, but extravagant. It fit her flawlessly, designed just for her by a couture house in London. Cream colored silk, with a sweetheart neckline and full skirt that seemed to swirl about her, even when she was holding still.

Her golden hair was half up, held aloft with diamond clips. In her hands was a bouquet, designed to look like a bunch of wildflowers. A really gorgeous bunch, but wild all the same.

His heart cracked open when he realized what that meant.

She’d take him, warts and all.

She walked forward, looking like a bloody angel. He exhaled, and realized he’d been holding his breath. This was really happening. His dreams were coming true.

The ceremony proceeded in a haze. He said the appropriate things at the appropriate times. And she radiated pure joy. He said a silent prayer that he would not screw things up again.

He promised her that he wouldn’t. Well, not in so many words. Then the priest asked him if he took her as his wife, to have and to hold, until death do them part.

“I DO!”

The small crowd erupted in laughter as Nick’s cheeks started to burn.

He’d said that a bit louder than he’d intended. But his gorgeous girl was smiling, ear to ear. She loved him. And she’d promised not to stop, even if he’d just made an ass of himself.

When it was Sabrina’s turn to answer, she rose her voice as well. Her vows rang out loud and true. The crowd broke out into cheers as Nick swooped her into his arms, kissing her senseless.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may… kiss the bride.”

The priest seemed a bit put off that he’d jumped the gun, but Nick was too chuffed to care. He grinned at the silver haired old man.

“Already did that bit, mate.”

He winked, and lifted his bride in his arms, carrying her out of the chapel.

“Nick, your supposed to carry me over the threshold, not through the wedding reception!”

“I’m going to carry you all the way to Capri, love. Speaking of which, I bought you something. A little wedding gift.”

She raised a brow as he carried her to the honeymoon suite.

“Is it in the bedroom?”

He grinned.

“No, but I have a picture of it in here. Plus, I want to make love to my wife.”

She was laughing as he pulled out the brochure and showed her their new yacht.

He was raining little kisses all over her neck when she tapped his shoulder.

“I have a gift for you too.”

He didn’t stop kissing her, trying to sort out how to shag her without removing her dress. Bending her over would be the most practical, but it wasn’t exactly romantic.

“What’s that, love?”

“I went off the pill.”

“You did? That’s fantastic! We can start making a baby right away!”

She giggled, leaning in to whisper.

“We already have.”

He stopped kissing her and stared down into her glowing face.

“You mean?”

“Yes. We’re having a baby.”

Nick’s heart turned over. He was a husband. And soon, he was going to be a daddy.

He’d done it. He’d gotten everything he wanted in life. It was so much more than he’d ever hoped for.

Not bad for such a bloody bastard after all.