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Epilogue
"You surely don't expect me to keep my hands off you when you wear that sexy uniform do you?" Gabi asked warmly as Troy took her into his arms for their first dance.
The wedding had been as small as they could manage, set off with gun shots from his police buddies, flowers adorning the ceiling just like their favourite restaurant.
Her dress was white and simple, his uniform his groom outfit. His grin was easy, delighted, his eyes bright and adoring. Gabi stared into them, equally in love, equally happy.
"I was kinda hoping you wouldn't." He admitted.
"That's good." She replied with her own smile, brushing her fingers into his hair and he leaned to kiss her gently, smiling again as he rose.
"Are you really my wife? I think you're too beautiful." He teased.
"I'm Mrs. Bolton now. And just you remember that hubby!" She teased right back.
He cupped her back as her hands planted at his collar, barely resisting the temptation of his hair now it was back to its naturally long length, curly and brown.
"You don't know how much I love you."
"I do. You withstood my father's abuse for three years!"
"And you stood by me all the way." He husked, kissing her again.
"Mommy?" A small voice came with the tug at the hem of her dress.
Gabi stepped back from her husband and bent to scoop their child into her arms, the blue eyes that Ariel fixed her with definitely from her dad.
"Hey, sweetheart, what's wrong?" She asked, amused that her little girl couldn't be held still for five minutes while they danced to their wedding song.
Troy encompassed them all in his large arms, kissing firstly Gabi's forehead, then Ariel's.
"You an' daddy left me with Grumpa Joseph." Ariel complained and Gabi's tinkled laugh sounded out at her daughter's words.
"It's Grandpa, sweetie. Not Grumpa." She corrected.
"Well, Mommy wanted to dance with daddy, Ariel." Troy added with a glinting smile at his wife.
"Bad mommy." Ariel decided and they both smiled at her pretend-cross words. "Down…" She said simply, indicating she was tired of her parents.
Gabi let her down and watched as she ran back to Fiona in her little flower-girl's dress.
"We created something really wonderful, hubby." Gabi decided.
"Even if it did take your dad the whole nine months to get over the shock." He mused back.
"I think my favourite part was when he did the math and realized I got pregnant on the boat…" She lifted her brows amusedly.
"Oh god, yeah…" He winced now, remembering, hugging her close. "That was painful."
"Well, now we have two weeks of bliss to look forward to." She said of their honeymoon.
"And no interuptions." He grinned, knowing Ariel would be well cared for by his parents as they enjoyed some time alone.
"It has been pretty hectic." Gabi agreed, the three years having whizzed by with her pregnancy and looking after Ariel.
"But amazing." Troy assured, stroking her curls back from her face.
"I'm going to miss her…" Gabi smiled softly, speaking of her child.
"Me too. She never fails to make me smile." He agreed softly, his fatherly grin touching Gabi.
"Do you think she'll understand it all, when she's old enough to know?" Gabi worried.
"She will. We'll make sure of it." He said surely.
"I'll never forget that night." Gabi said with a smile, reaching up to kiss him softly.
"Me either." He agreed, still swaying with her in his arms, her dress brushing his thighs as he moved to and fro.
"So, what's your best guess, then?" She asked randomly, a cheeky smile appearing on her lips.
"Best guess for what?" He asked back, predictably.
"How many times we get asked if we have another Ariel on the way…" She replied, knowing their post-pregnancy marriage was sure to raise questions.
Troy chuckled and kissed her cheek, leaning toward her ear. "We could make that happen you know…" He promised huskily.
Gabi felt the tingle wiggle deliciously down her body.
"That's no fun. I like to keep people guessing. More wagers to be had." She responded easily, but he had felt her desire-ridden shiver and knew she wouldn't resist him for long.
He flicked a look over her shoulder, around the room, took his moment of privacy and quickly dropped a kiss to her bare neck.
"You sure you don't wanna just put them out of their misery…Go make number two right now?" He asked softly, so it looked like he was whispering romantic nothings in her ear.
Only Gabi knew better. A lot better. His voice trickled something hot and wanton inside her but they couldn't ditch their own wedding to go make out, she reasoned.
She controlled her light breaths, closed her eyes and hugged her arms around his neck, placing her face under his chin.
"Stop trying to seduce me, Bolton." She warned, subtly stretching her body to press into him, annoyed as her dress was now a barrier to his strong body.
"Come on; let's just duck out for five minutes…" He begged.
"Five minutes?" She scoffed. "You must be kidding me."
"Okay, fine. But don't say I didn't try and get you out of the next two hours of being asked intimate questions about our love life…" He mused, kissing her hair.
She lifted her face, pressed her lips together in thought and realized he had a point. If they didn't sneak off now, then they'd be stuck here until midnight with no time for naughtiness until the following day.
She would be too exhausted to enjoy their wedding night by time the guests had left.
He stepped back, held out his hand and challenged her silently with his sparkling gaze.
"Dare you." He said simply, knowing she wouldn't resist.
She placed her hand in his and let him lead them across the dance floor at an accelerated rate, ignoring well wishers and attempts to stop him, finally bringing her into his arms and against the wall as he kissed her hotly.
"Are we…safe?" She panted in between kisses, conscious they could still be seen even though they were hidden in the cloak room.
"God knows…" He husked back, running his hands up the bodice of her dress to cup her breasts through the material. "I just had an urge to make out with my wife," he added jokily.
Gabi giggled, and then groaned as his teeth sank delightfully into her neck to suck there.
She let her hands ravage his hair as his mouth moved toward her collarbone and kissed there, eventually making a path toward her exposed flesh from her bodice. She wished she didn't have such a tight garment on, that her breasts weren't bound by the material. She wanted them to be free for his mouth, his tongue that swirled already against her skin.
"Troy…" She whimpered softly, gripping his shoulders, slewing off his jacket to press her hands into his chest, against his arms and across his muscled back.
"Just a little longer…" He whispered, already hard and aching for her, already wanting to finalise their union so badly.
"Here..?" She panted out, in question, but breathily.
"We can't…" He frowned, thumbing her nipples through her dress, watching as her eyes changed colour and her pupils dilated.
She arched back, overtaken by the sensation, desperate for his touch elsewhere. Her moan was pained and brought Troy's need burning forward.
"Okay, maybe we can…" He decided, wondering how they could do this. All he knew was the passion that ran through his veins, the desire that hardened him, was the very same as that night she crawled into his lap in the limo, the same as the night they had created Ariel and the same that had controlled him ever since.
It was Gabi who took his hand and dragged him to the back of the cloak room.
"Help me out of this." She asked of her dress, turning so he could un- zip the side of the dress.
It took him a while to work it down and he was beginning to wonder if it was worth it, but then the garment loosened and she slipped it off, stepping from the material to reveal her underwear.
A cream basque, suspenders and panties adorned her slim body, her curves all there for his hands and her lips on his as they came together again.
Once she had rid him of his shirt, an excruciatingly slow revelation where she worshipped his muscled arms with her palms, she sat him back into the seat that adorned the corner of the room.
One by one, she removed her underwear and finally he helped her climb into his lap, kissing her with every ounce of love he felt, every match of their tongues simulating their bodies' need.
Finally he joined with her. Hotly, urgently, she slid down his heat and encompassed him where he had longed to be buried and now felt the familiar rush of pleasure.
Her thighs propelled her against his body, demanding, and wanton as she leaned back and shook out her hair, the strands touching his thighs as she leaned farther back still, his skilful hands holding her at her hips and bringing her against his body with repeated tugs.
Together, something happened that he could not explain, nor did he want to as she cried out against her desire for him. All he wanted was this- her body beneath his palms, her skin beneath his lips and her heart and soul connecting with his as they rode this crazy wave together and came crashing back to shore with the whoosh of the malevolent tide.
"Wow." Troy grinned at Gabi as she clutched his shoulders, her breaths slowing as she adjusted to being back in reality.
"Wow, exactly." She murmured, still shocked by their passion even after all this time. She loved how his hands held her hips right now, firm and steady in his lap.
"Boy, am I glad I married you." His smile continued.
Gabi trailed her hands up to cup his neck. "I'm glad I married you too, Mr. Bolton."
He loved how that sounded, how she was claiming him.
"You know what though, Mrs. Bolton?" He murmured into her ear. "You need to get dressed before anyone finds us here…" He teased and she swiped him before retrieving her clothes to do as he suggested.
"It won't go…" he said of the zip on her dress, struggling to get it back up.
"Please tell me you didn't break it…" She rolled her eyes.
"Hey, this was your idea…" He retorted.
"My idea? Oh pur-lease…" She muttered.
"You couldn't wait until tonight; you just had to have me…" He baited, whilst still trying with her zip.
"Oh, you are so gonna pay for that!" She laughed, turning to him and driving her fingers into his hair as she rose to kiss him, hotly. She was aiming to remind him of their joining just moments before and her plan seemed to work because his eyes were hooded and dark with desire when she pulled back.
"Perhaps you could forget the dress and just wear that sexy get up under it…" He suggested, distracted by her kiss and not caring much about the broken zip now.
"Perhaps you could stop being so damn sexy for five minutes so I can actually get back out there and greet our guests…"She replied, reaching for the zip herself.
Troy watched her, wishing they weren't in some dark, damp cloakroom so that they could continue their earlier activity.
"Okay, if anyone asks, number two is a long way off…" He said decidedly, readying himself to face the crowd.
"And my dress broke because I ate too much, not because I'm pregnant."
A gasp sounded beside them and Gabi turned her face, finding her mother and father there, her mom shocked by what she had thought she heard.
"You're pregnant!" She repeated.
Gabi groaned and planted her face in her hands.
"What, you couldn't wait till you married her?" Joseph ranted to Troy, stepping forward.
"Dad!" Gabi called. "Mom, I am not pregnant. I was being humorous…Jeez." She rolled her eyes.
"It's true…" Troy agreed, feeling his cheeks flush with the embarrassment of being caught by her parents.
"Damn well better be." Joseph warned in an angry tone.
Gabi frowned at her father and stepped forward toward him, looking him right in the eye.
"I'm Mrs. Bolton now, dad. I think you need to respect that Troy is my husband." She added protectively.
"She's right, honey." Fiona smiled beside him.
"I'm going back to the party. Hopefully I might get to dance with my daughter when she joins us." He said and walked off, leaving Gabi to sigh out and shoot a glance at her mom.
"I know…I'll talk to him…" Fiona said in a knowing tome.
Gabi turned to her new husband and smiled.
"I think that went pretty well considering I'm not actually pregnant." She commented, but she was distracted by the look her was giving her under his lashes.
"Don't start that again…" She warned as he walked toward her and braced her, kissing her neck softly, causing a surprised 'oh' to escape her lips as she grasped for his arms.
"Do you know how sexy it sounds when you say Mrs. Bolton?" He asked roughly, holding her tightly to him before kissing her with an all-consuming passion.
Just as she felt her body tingle back to life, she pushed at him and waited to catch her breath.
"Sexy enough to ditch the rest of our wedding celebration?" She wondered, her dark eyes begging him to say yes.
"What about your dad?" He asked back.
"I'll tell him you kidnapped me to make more babies, you never know, he might see the funny side…" She beamed as she grabbed his hand and lifted her dress with the other, leading him toward the hotel annex that housed their room for the night.
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THE END