Life Changes

It was Saturday, she hadn't spent much time with him, the exception being the wedding rehearsal the night before. With going to the beauty salons, getting massages and dealing with the last of the wedding plans, they were too busy. Now she was sitting in a chair as someone was doing her hair and makeup. In a few hours she would be Mrs. Nicholas Leonhart. She took another sip of her orange juice as the women walked around her fixing her hair and her makeup.

When they were done all the girls came to help her get into her gown. She had opted for a lace V-neck cap sleeve dress with a crystal sash. The back had a see through lace revealing her back with more lace and buttons going down until you saw the ribbon. The sweep train had even more lace on it and embroidery. It was an absolutely beautiful gown.

She looked beautiful, her hair was up in a beautiful up-do and her makeup was perfect, her dark red lips sealed the deal. She slipped on her three inch blue and crystal heels with Nora's help. She was almost ready to go, she was just waiting for her mom. When Felicity walked in she looked beautiful, she was wearing a pale pink gown her hair up in a sleek chignon.

"Oh my beautiful girl," Felicity sniffled.

"Hey mom, you look beautiful."

"Oh honey your father is going to cry."

"I hope not because if he cries, I'll cry then everything will be a mess."

"Oh I forgot this is for you."

She handed Hope an envelope and a small jewelry box. She opened the card first, what Nick wrote made her cry. She wiped her tears opening the jewelry box to reveal a beautiful earring and bracelet set. Felicity helped her put them on, she also slipped on a necklace as her something borrowed. Her something old was a jewel encrusted hair comb that had belonged to her great-great grandmother.

"Alright are you ready?"

"Ready."

Down the hall and down the staircase she found her father who had already started to tear up as soon as he saw her. She smiled at him and he tried to smile back, he wiped away a tear. Felicity walked over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Everyone left them alone for a moment. She gave him her hug she always gave him, he was soaking it all in.

"You look absolutely beautiful," he said looking her over.

"You look pretty good yourself," she joked punching him jokingly in the arm.

"You will always be my little girl you know that right?"

"I know, even if you're Pahkan you will always be my daddy."

"You sure you're ready?"

"As I will ever be, maybe this'll give Ian, I mean Paul to back off."

"We'll get then sweetheart, we're close. Trust us."

"Always."

"Let's get you married."

Everyone was already lined up for the wedding, the guests were already seated I the rose garden. Nora was her maid of honor and fretted over her one last time before she walked down the aisle. The music change and it turned into an instrumental version of "Somewhere over the rainbow." She spotted Nick and the look on his face was priceless. They continued until they got to the front and to the altar.

"Who give this woman to this man?" The pastor asked.

"Her mother and I do," Oliver responded his voice wavering. He shook hands with Nick, telling him to take care of his little girl which Nick quickly promised to. He helped her up and held her hands in his. They exchanged vows and kissed.

"I know introduce you to Mr. And Mrs. Nicholas Leonhart."

Everyone erupted into cheers as they walked back to the main house to take pictures. An hour later and after they had taken what she swore was a thousand pictures they headed to the reception tent. Soon they were inside dancing their first dance ever as husband and wife. It was a song she heard in the house when her father was away, "Amazed" or "the song from Robin Hood Prince of Thieves." After their first dance they sat down at the sweetheart table to eat.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" He leaned to tell her.

"Maybe, you look handsome Mr. Leonhart."

"You are the most beautiful bride Mrs. Leonhart"

After they ate their dinner the DJ called Oliver and her to the floor for the traditional father daughter dance. The song, "Daddy's Little Girl" began and the two of them began to sway. His left hand rubbing her back like he always did from when she was a baby, something they both found comfort in.

"I love you принцесса" he said in her ear.

"I love you папочка," she whispered back her voice breaking.

After dancing most of the night ,cutting the cake, tossing her bouquet and the garter, it was time for them to leave. She hugged her parents and brother one last time and soon under the shower of sprinklers they made their way to the awaiting limo taking then to the hotel for the evening. They sit hand in hand lights from the lamp posts fill the car shinning on the two of them.

"You know when we get there we can do whatever you want to do. If you're not ready I understand, I'm not a monster."

"Thank you," she says softly.

He raises their joined hands and kisses the top of her hand, she blushes. The rest of the ride was quiet, they arrived at the hotel. Sara and Roy were already waiting outside with a security team. Roy opened the limo door while the bellboy grabbed their luggage and led them to their suite. On their floor she sees that it's guarded, she feels safe, he carries her over the threshold, holy crap is he muscular. She swears she hears him chuckle and hopes she didn't say that out loud. The door closes and they are alone.

Her heart rate picks up as he leads them to their bedroom, the four poster bed was covered in rose petals. She can feel the blush creep up her neck, when he looks back at her he smiles sweetly. He let go of her hand and cups her face in his two large ones and proceeds to kiss her so sweetly she swears she would've turned to mush if not for his quick reflexes she would've.

"Hope, tell me what you want." He looks at her waiting, hoping and praying that tonight they would officially become husband and wife. He saw the turmoil in her eyes and watched her take a deep breath.

"I- I want," she paused closing her eyes and taking a steadying breath. "I want our wedding night."

It was like she had said the magic words, she threw herself into his arms. His jacket was gone and soon he was taking his shirt off. His abs rippled and her eyes got bigger, she turned around and he kissed her neck as he loosened the buttons on her dress. When he finished with the last button he helped her step out of the dress, she tried covering herself. He moved her hands leaving her in just her lace boy shorts that said bride on her rear.

"God, you are so beautiful," he said kissing her.

He bent down picking her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, like they always belonged he thought. He gently laid her on the bed, discarding his pants leaving him bare to her. She was afraid to look down, he kissed his way up her body eliciting small moans from her. He smiled knowing he would be her first in everything. He continued up, over her stomach, her breasts, her neck and then he found her mouth.

His left hand worked down to her for, finding her through her panties she was already ready for him. He stroked her slowly, her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth forming an 'o'. Within minute he had taken her underwear off as he continued to stroke her, her hips writing under him, she was close. He stopped, her eyes opened and a confused look crossed her face.

He moved his hands to her thighs, positioning himself between her legs. She closed her eyes tight knowing what was going to happen next. She felt his hand caress her face, kissing her lightly along her face and jaw. She slowly opened her eyes staring into his. The dark glow of the lamp does something amazing to his eyes. Her breath hitches again, he takes one of her hands in his and intertwines their fingers.

"Are you sure? This will hurt, I'm sorry."

"Okay, I'm ready."

"Eyes on me Hope," he said his voice sexier than sin.

He rubbed his tip over her core, coating himself with her juices. He slowly pressed himself in stretching her until he could go no further, her free hand gripping his forearm tightly. A small tear escaped her eyes, he bent down kissing it away. He gave her time to adjust, and then pushed himself in her completely. She cried out, her cry breaking his heart as their foreheads joined. She was panting through the pain. He let her adjust having been completely in her. She leaned up to kiss him, spreading her legs a little wider, letting him know he could move.

With the slowest speed he could muster he pulls out of her and then begins to thrust slowly, she cries out again but she tells him she's okay. Soon he's picking up the pace, she tries to find purchase but she's lost in everything she's feeling. She had never felt something so good, she's full, and he's making her feel amazing. She feels a tightening in her core and soon she's flying over the edge trembling under him. He picks up his speed until he's lost too crying out her name, spilling himself completely within her.

He looks down to see her flush, small beads of sweat forming on her brow. He smiles and she smiles back at him, she leans up kissing him on the lips. This is where he belongs he decided with this amazing woman who has become his entire world. He shifts his weight pulling out of her and heads to the bathroom, he cleans himself up and grabs a warm wash cloth to clean her up. It's an intimate act but one he knows she appreciates.

He tosses the washcloth in the sink of the bathroom and climbs into bed next to her. He pulls her to him, her head now resting over his beating heart. He leans down kissing the top of her head. They lay like this for a while until she gets up shuffling to the bathroom, closing the door slightly. He hears the toilet flush and then the sink running. She comes back to bed and covers herself.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah," she said pain evident in her voice.

"Hope, I love you and you can tell me anything. You know that right?"

"Yeah, okay, I'm just a little sore," she said clearly uncomfortable.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry. Here let me run you a bath I didn't even think about it."

He ran to the bathroom turning on the water in the large garden tub, add in some wash to the water. He looked back and she was shuffling in, she was so gorgeous. He helped her into the tub and slipped in behind her. Taking a washcloth he poured some more of the floral scented soap and began to wash her. Her head leaned back into his chest, he washed her chest, her large breast fit perfectly in his hands, and he continued washing her, spreading her legs, letting the water do its thing. The water hit her the first time and she moaned.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, feels really good, amazing. Sorry I ruined our night."

"You didn't ruin anything, if you're hurting it's understandable. We have the rest of our lives to you know."

"I know, it it's like I want it now." He chuckled at her.

"I know but we can wait, it'll be worth it, I swear it," he says kissing her sweetly.

They stayed in the tub until the water turned cold and he could see her nodding off. He pulled the tab to drain the water and go out grabbing two large fluffy towels, he wrapped his around his waist and proceeded to wrap her up like a burrito. She smiled at him graciously, once she was settled in bed, he returned the towels joining his already sleeping wife I bed. He wrapped his arms around her and soon fell asleep himself.

A/N: Thank you for the birthday wishes! Birthday weekend was totally epic. The Georgia Aquarium in Atlanta you guys is AMAZING! The best part of the weekend was getting the new trailer right before we left for dinner, I was squealing in the hotel room and almost jabbed myself in the eyeball with my mascara brush. Three days' worth of birthday shenanigans for my 30th birthday was pretty damn epic, I'm still recovering.

Let me know what you guys think of this chapter….Still working on my smut o meter and writing it. Love all of your faces and comments and kudos!

According to Google Translate:

принцесса=princess

папочка= daddy