Dammit. She was everything Wells had said.

“No, I’m fucking not.”

Reaching for her phone, she called Leah. “Hello?”

“Hey, do me a huge favor.”

“Okay?”

“I need you to go to Macy’s and pick me out something I can get married in. Something pretty, I don’t care how much it costs. Put it on the company card—”

“I’m sorry, what? Get married in?”

“Yeah, and make sure it’s maternity, size fourteen. Or large. Or maybe extra large, my butt is getting a tad bit bigger than I expected,” she said, annoyed. “And then cancel my afternoon. Reschedule for Friday.”

“Whoa, whoa, Wren. I’m sorry. I’m completely confused right now.”

“With what? What did you miss?”

“Everything! You’re pregnant and getting married?”

“Yeah, at two, so I need this all done kind of fast. I’ll take the next client, so that gives you an hour to get my dress.”

“What in the world?”

“Are we good?”

“I mean, I guess.”

“Cool,” she said, hanging up and then reaching for her cell phone.

Wren: Leah is going to go get me a dress. Not sure what the color is, but wear that light gray suit you wore to the gala. It will go with anything she chooses, and I like your eyes in that suit.

His response was immediate.

Jensen: Done.

Wren: Cool.

Jensen: And thanks.

Sitting back in her chair, she exhaled heavily as she grasped her belly. “Well, kiddo, I’m going to fucking try, okay? But I can’t guarantee anything. I’m a fucking mess and I really shouldn’t say fucking to my kid, but I am because I’m a mess, and I love you. I don’t only love myself, I love you, okay? And you’ll always know that. So let’s go get married. You’ll love Jensen, and he’ll definitely love you. Okay?”

When her little kiddo kicked hard, the bump surprising her against her hand, a big grin covered her face.

She was doing this.

She was still scared to the point where she might puke.

But she was doing it.

Wren looked beautiful.

Jensen thought that of her daily, but staring into her green eyes, a silk flower crown on her head as her long dark hair fell onto her shoulders, he swore she rattled his soul. The dress she wore was completely unlike her, and he knew she hated it, but boy, did he love it. It hugged every single curve on her body, her belly on full display as the top ruffled over, revealing her sexy shoulders. She had redone her makeup softer than usual, and the only reason he knew that was because she had been late. Blamed it on that, but he didn’t care.

She looked like a goddess.

Inhaling shakily, he was lost in her eyes as they both repeated what the hired pastor was saying. The room they stood in was so small, he was surprised that they, the pastor, and Vaughn and Brie all fit. But it was nice to be just them, because he couldn’t look at anything but her. His body vibrated with his love and need for her. She looked like a deer in headlights, but she repeated every word of the vows. When it was time for her to slide his ring down his finger, she was shaking so badly, but he hid it by holding his hand over hers. The way she looked up at him, almost like he had saved her, took his breath away.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

Wren looked up at Jensen expectantly, but he hadn’t taken his eyes off her since the moment they planted themselves in that spot. Reaching out, he took her face in his hands, his thumbs gliding along her cheeks as he slowly dropped his mouth to hers. Her eyes slowly shut as she leaned into him, and he basked in the look of peace on her face before he closed his own eyes. He wasn’t sure how in the hell he was supposed to get used to the feeling of her against his lips, but in a way, he hoped he never did. He loved the fluttering feeling it gave him deep inside. As her fingers dug into his bicep, she clung to him as he deepened the kiss. It felt like a dream.

“Get a room,” Vaughn called out.

“For a fake marriage, this sure does seem like a real kiss.” Brie must have thought she whispered, but Jensen heard her clearly as he slowly pulled away, opening his eyes to find Wren blinking up at him.

Swallowing hard, she asked, “We did it?”

“We did,” he whispered, brushing his thumbs along her cheeks, not wanting to ever move from that moment for the rest of his life.

But then Vaughn was loud and trying to pay the pastor. And Brie was dragging them outside for pictures because the lighting was better. All Jensen wanted was to hold his wife.

Wren. Wren was his wife.

“Are you sure I don’t look fat in this dress? I swear, Leah is such a little thing and doesn’t think like a big girl—”

“You look gorgeous,” he said, cutting her off before he wrapped his arms around her from behind, bringing her against him. Her ass fit perfectly against his groin, and that was bad. Very bad.

“Oh, yes! This is perfect,” Brie called out, trying to hold her phone, his phone, Vaughn’s, and Wren’s. Why they didn’t take one picture with one phone and text it to everyone else was beyond him. But whatever, he was holding Wren.

Nothing mattered when he was doing that, he realized.

“Should I push my shoulders back? Do my boobs look good? I feel like they look saggy. I couldn’t wear a bra with this dress,” Wren admitted, moving against him and driving him absolutely crazy. His cock came alive within seconds, and he wished like hell he’d worn his blue suit. It had thicker pants. “And what about my face? I don’t have a double chin, do I?”

Closing his eyes since he was trying to keep it together, Jensen let out a harsh breath before reaching for her chin and tipping it up to him. “You look fucking perfect, okay?”

Her eyes widened before she nodded, his hand still holding her chin before he dropped his mouth to hers. He heard Brie gushing over them, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was his mouth on hers. As she held his arm, her lips moving with his, he was bewildered by the fact that, only weeks ago, he’d felt so alone. Now he felt complete. Pulling away, he kissed her nose as his hand dropped to her stomach. She looked down and then up, a small smile on her face as she held his gaze.

“You sure?”

He nodded. “Yes.”