The day of the summer solstice that year was the perfect day to get married… again. The valley was basked in a peach blanket, the sun wrapping its rays around everything it touched.

But I barely had time to register the glory of the view. I only had eyes for her.

My blushing bride.

This time we were doing it the right way. This time I would remember every detail. The way her ivory dress hugged her curves and flowed around her ankles. The way the sun glinted in her hair, making her strawberry blonde locks look like spun gold. But especially the way that each time I looked into her dazzling eyes that I realized how lucky I was.

For the last few months together we’d taken over the running of the Dalton estate, and with Peach’s ideas and organizational skills, and my experience and contacts we’d launched the business to the next level. We made an incredible team. Of course, occasionally we had to put up with a few interfering suggestions from my mother, who hadn’t been quite ready to let go of the reins. But with my two ladies by my side, who I adored more than anything in the world, I felt like we could accomplish anything.

Only a couple of weeks ago did we put the finishing touches on the disused barn, that now would serve as an illustrious wedding venue, accompanied by the bespoke restaurant I’d always wanted alongside. The idea for the barn had been all Peach’s doing, and with her running that side of the business her dreams of becoming a wedding planner had come true.

And today was time for another dream to come to pass; to give her the wedding she’d always dreamed of.

We were the first to get married in the new barn, christening it with our love. We exchange our vows unable to take our eyes off each other, holding hands and never wanting to let go.

Finally she was mine. And though the first time around was just as legal, this felt real. We’d stood up in front of our friends and family, not shied away from our past impulsiveness, and declared our love to the world.

As we emerged from the ornate doors of the refurbished barn, the crowd around the pavilion cheered and showered us with an explosion of colorful confetti. Another cheer went up when I pulled Peach into my arms and kissed my bride.

“Now this is what I call a wedding,” I said. “We’d be hard-pressed to forget this one.”

“You better not,” she laughed, her fingers playing with the hair at the back of my neck. “But just in case, I wouldn’t be adverse to renewing our vows again and again…”

“Maybe not every year though, huh?”

“Every ten?” she countered.

“Deal! Next time on a beach perhaps?”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that.”

“Anything for you, gorgeous. Which reminds me, I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?” Peach asked with wide eyes. “You’ve already given me so much.”

“This I think you’ll love.” I pointed across the valley to the new bit of land I’d recently purchased. “See those trees over there? That’s your very own orchard… I figure it’s about time we diversified. How about your very own brand of peach schnapps?”

“Oh my god, Ethan, really?”

I nodded.

Peach kissed me hard, her hands pressed up against my chest. “You spoil me too much. But I have a little surprise for you too…” Discreetly Peach guided my hand up her thigh. Beneath her dress I could feel the lines of a garter beneath.

“I hope it’s not something borrowed cause I’m going to tear it off with my teeth when I get you alone,” I said my grin widening, my cock stiffening.

“No, not borrowed. But you’ll have to wait till later to see if it’s something blue… or pink,” she replied with a wink.

Before I could find a response, we both gasped, startled when doves flew up from the edge of the pavilion, followed by many cameras flashing as the sun started to set.

“Did you arrange that?” I asked, looking to Peach.

She shook her head. “No… did you?”

“Nope.”

We both glanced around trying to decipher where the lovebirds had come from, when I noticed a certain mischievous gleam in my mother’s eye. She raised her glass, filled with a distinctive pink cocktail, and came closer. “Your father would be so proud… of you both. So am I. Dalton winery is in very good hands.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Now, go on. You two have a party to enjoy.”

I nodded and led Peach to the center of the dance floor as music began to play.

“I think this is going to be the start of something wonderful, don’t you?” I asked as I kissed Peach’s cheek.

“I do!” replied my blushing bride.