Chapter Eleven
Two Months Later
Ella stood at the end of a wide aisle. Her white dress clung tightly to her body around her chest, then flared loosely to the ground in layers of chiffon, leaving room for her growing belly to peek out in a gentle bulge. The top layer was covered in glittering gems, like a veil of stars cascading over her. Her hair was swept high on her head and twisted into curls, more gems tucked amongst the strands.
The aisle before her was strewn with white rose petals and glitter. The wind blew cool against her skin in the evening air. She glanced behind her, through the glass walls of the elevator. From her position, she could see only clouds and the darkening blue sky behind her, and ahead, the same sky, but with a layered circle of people in chairs beneath it. And at the end of the aisle, Jesse was standing beside a minister in his white tuxedo. Candles flickered along the edge of the aisle and along the altar.
“That’s your cue.” The wedding coordinator fluffed her veil and train one last time, then stepped aside so Ella could walk out of the elevator.
There, on top of the tallest building in the city, the place where they had first flown to, the place where Jesse had proposed for the second time, they would be married. They both loved this place. It was so high above everything and so quiet once the hours for the observation deck had passed. They often flew up here to watch the world below, to make love, to talk. It had seemed like the perfect place. Jesse had made one phone call, mentioned his name once, and it was done. After paying them a nice sum of money, of course.
Armed security guards stood on either side of the elevator and were placed throughout the venue. Ella had been right about Charlotte’s reaction. When the media got hold of the information about their actual engagement and real pregnancy, she had gone crazy. Charlotte had called what seemed like every media outlet there was to try to smear them. It took one press conference, where Jesse showed the media the restraining orders they both had against Charlotte and explained how she’d cheated on him and had been pissed he’d broken up with her. He’d confirmed that Ella and Charlotte had been friends once, but that they were no longer. And that was it. The tabloids still played up the story, but no one else seemed to care.
The guards were a precaution only. They would have had them even if it weren’t for Charlotte, Jesse had said. Mostly, they were there to keep the press at bay. One thing Charlotte’s craziness had done was put them in the spotlight. The media loved them. They loved the story of the dog walker who’d been covered in mud the first day they met and how they’d fallen madly in love and had found out they were expecting soon after getting engaged. Of course, plenty of stories speculated that they were only getting married because they had to. It was ironic that that had been her plan once. But Ella loved their story. Every twisted bit of it.
She knew that Jesse loved her and wanted to be with her. No tricks of the heart, no magical spells were needed. He had proposed and she had accepted when they thought she wasn’t pregnant, and finding out she was had only increased their joy and their love. Well, once she had stopped freaking out over it and was able to enjoy the new life growing inside her.
Jesse was already a perfect father. He went to every doctor’s appointment with her. He waited on her constantly or made sure he paid someone to in his absence. She always had whatever she needed—chocolate, tea, massages, the best healthcare around. Most evenings, he would rub her feet and back and they would read baby books together before making love and lying in bed, cuddling.
Then they’d started planning the wedding, and their days were full of dress fittings and cake tastings and meetings with the wedding coordinator. Everything had come together exactly how Ella had dreamed it. Though in her childhood dreams, she had never thought her groom would be so handsome, so rich, or a dragon shifter. Their shared magical ability had only made them closer. And once the baby grew bigger, its presence drew them together more, giving off some sort of magical presence that Jesse assured her was the baby’s own magical essence. They could feel him already.
The baby stirred inside her now. She put her hand on her belly and he pressed back against it, saying hello. She closed her eyes and sent warm feelings of love toward him. He flipped inside her and she felt the warmth flow back. When she looked at Jesse, he wiped a tear from his eyes. He could feel it, too. A wave of joy rushed over her, coming from his direction. She grinned and took in a breath as she stepped forward.
The white petals rustled in the cool breeze. Ella stepped from the elevator as the music grew louder. The crowd stood to face her. Jesse beamed.
She walked forward slowly, toward him, and toward her magical future.
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THE END