Page 91 of Lost Prince
Tears stream down my face as he continues, “I promise to cherish you, to protect you and our child, and to spend every day showing you that you've finally found your home, your family, with me."
Emotion nearly swallows me whole, making it difficult to get out my own vows. “Lazaro…”
He smiles, his finger wiping a tear from my cheek.
“You are my home. My life. Thank you.”
He leans in and kisses me.
“We’re not there yet,” Lana quips.
“Just wait until your turn comes and see if you don’t want to jump Henry,” Lazaro teases back.
“I guess we’ll find out around Valentine’s Day, won’t we?” Henry adds.
The officiant clears his throat, and we all turn our attention back to the task at hand, Lazaro and me joining our lives together.
As the ceremony transitions into the reception, I’m blissfully happy. Lazaro and I share our first dance, and I discover he has some smooth moves. He’s quite graceful. He holds me close and whispers sweet nothings and a few dirty somethings in my ear.
The party is in full swing, with laughter and music filling the air. I've never seen the D'Amatos so relaxed and happy. Even Elio seems to have let his guard down, twirling Piper around the dance floor with abandon and then later, Elysse standing on his feet as he dances her about the room.
I notice Matteo slipping out early. He's been quieter than usual today, and I realize I haven't seen him smile much. It's a change from his usual gregarious demeanor.
"Did you notice Matteo leaving? He's seemed a bit off today,” I say to Lazaro as he pulls me to a corner to kiss me.
Lazaro nods. "I noticed. He's been acting strange lately. I think he might be feeling a bit left out, now that he's the last single one in the family."
I hadn't considered that perspective before. "Do you think he’s lonely?”
He laughs. “I’m sure he’s off to the club where plenty of women will help him not feel lonely.”
“That’s sort of sad, though.”
Lazaro shrugs. “He’ll figure things out.”
I nod, feeling a twinge of concern for Matteo. But as Lazaro leads me back to the dance floor, I push the worry aside, allowing myself to be fully present in this moment of pure happiness.
A little later, we say our goodbyes to family and friends and Lazaro takes my hand, leading me to the waiting car that will take us to the airport. The D'Amatos’ private jet awaits, ready to whisk us away on our honeymoon. I wonder where we’re going.
Stepping onto the plane, I'm amazed by the luxurious interior. Lazaro grins at my wide-eyed expression, clearly enjoying my reaction. He guides me through the cabin, showing me the various amenities.
When we reach the back, I laugh as I spot the bed. "Really?" I tease, raising an eyebrow at my new husband.
Lazaro's eyes sparkle with mischief. "What? I thought we might want to get comfortable during the flight. We can join the mile high club."
I shake my head, unable to contain my smile. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"
He pulls me close, his voice low and full of promise. "Only for you."
Once we're in the air, Lazaro suggests we "make the most" of our private accommodations. His eagerness is infectious. Okay, so I don’t need much encouragement to have sex with my man… my husband. I mean come on, Lazaro is handsome, sexy, and an incredible lover.
As he lays me back, settling his body over mine, I push at him, reversing our positions.
His eyes light up with amusement. “Taking the lead, Mrs. D’Amato?”
I nod, loving being Mrs. D'Amato. “I’m going to initiate us into the mile high club, Mr. D’Amato.” I settle over him.
“I’m ready to be initiated.” His hands hold my hips. His gaze holds mine as I sink down over him, again joining my body, my soul, with his.