Hello, my loves! Well, that was HOT! Right? Our lovebirds can't get enough of each other, and you love to see it. But some of the info Leslie shared with Drew...Keep that in your back pocket for later. Also, this will be the last chapter for So Sweet for a while as I'll start my rotation between my four stories. My next chapter will for A Chosen Love.

As always, so much love to my girls ClaymoreQueen6176, GoldenGirl1920, wwechristina and HavenMoon1369 for your continued support and reviews. And thank you to anyone that has enjoyed my writing and favorited this or any of my stories. Your support means the world to me!

Well, it's morning. And it's Drew and Leslie's wedding day! Let's see how these two prepare for this joyous occasion. Enjoy!

* I do not own the rights to WWE characters, and they own themselves as people. I own the rights to the Leslie character and to the intellectual property I had written for another story. *

Drew POV

I can tell from the glare even before I pop my eyes open that it's the first light of morning. Damn, what a night! I reach to pull my Sweet over to me, maybe to get a kiss…or a repeat performance from last night. But I grab at air.

I glance over and Leslie's back is to me sitting up on the side of the bed. I see the soft, perfect milk white skin on her back and the swell of that gorgeous ass. Goddamn, that woman drives me crazy with love and lust!

I roll over on my side and prop my head up on my hand, smirking as I'm loving the site before me. I reach over and gently run my pointer finger down her spine. I see the goosebumps form when she stiffens her body and hear that sweet sigh.

I murmur, "Good morning, Sweet. Just where do you think you're going?"

She turns to me, with her dress from last night halfway up, blocking my view of those delicious tits. Damn it! She leans over with a smile and plants a kiss on my lips. She reminds me, "Well, I'm going back to my bedchamber before it's noticed by others, especially Sheamus, that I haven't been there all night. I don't know if you remember, but we're getting married at some point today."

I raise up slightly and tease, "Oh, I could never forget that. And if my recollection is correct, I said that I don't give a toss about you being found here with me. I'm the King. I can do with you what I want." I give her a wink. I can tell it has an effect on her.

She shakes her head as she stands up pulling her dress back on, "Damn it, Drew! You're a devil. I need to get out of here before Sheamus awakens. I need to get ready. I have to go to the river and bathe, Becky has to put me in my dress and do my hair…AAAHH DREW!"

She shrieks with laughter as I pull her back down on the bed. She sinks her back against the mattress as I pin her down and cover her mouth with a kiss, my tongue asserting its dominance over hers. She doesn't seem to mind at all. I break from the kiss, only to feather some down her jawline and neck as my hands are working to get rid of that offending piece a garment.

I state matter-of-factly, "No. I changed my mind. The preacher can come up here and marry us while we're in bed. I don't want to see you in another stitch of clothing ever again."

I manage to get the bodice down and my mouth is making its way to those rosy puckered peaks. She's trying in vain to slap my hands away from her incredible body as she chides me, "Drew! You know we can't do…oh GOD!"

That is in response to my mouth nursing of those huge, beautiful mounds as my hands desperately slip under her skirt. I growl, "Oh fuck, Sweet! I need to be inside you again! I love you so much!"

As I feel her give in to me and I prepare to enter that paradise, I instantly get irritated when I hear a light knock at my chamber door. I holler gruffly, "Go away! I'm busy!"

Then, a light voice of reason comes through from the other side, "My King, tis Becky. I need to escort my Lady back to her quarters so I can prepare her for your wedding day. The officiant will be arriving at the cathedral around eleven AM."

Leslie laments, "See? I told you."

I continue my amorous efforts, much to her frustration and joy. I holler, "Bugger off, Becky! The future Queen and I are indisposed! Just send the pastor up to my bedchamber when he gets here!"

I kiss her as I spread her legs wide and place my aching head at the damp entrance. Her moan through the kiss tells me that she's ready for round three. But then, the REAL ultimate mood killer. There is a much louder, booming banging at my door with that damn annoying Irish voice, "McIntyre! Ye fooking bastard! I know ye got my charge in there with ye! We bleeding heard ye both all night as ye deflowered her! Let her out of there right now so she can get a proper wedding before she's ruined!"

Leslie looks up and grumble, "Shit! OK, I'm beyond mortified now!"

I groan, "Goddamn it! I want you so bad right now."

I go to kiss her again, but then...for fuck's sake, "Damn it! I'll break down this door if ye don't open it now, ye git!"

I sit up and yell, "OK, you old bastard! Give us a minute to get decent unless you want me coming out there naked with a hard on!"

Sheamus screamed, "I swear, McIntyre! I should knock ye upside that hairy oaf head of yours!"

Leslie scrambles up to her feet and pulls her light blue dress all the way back up, covering those huge objects of my desire. I get up and wrap one of the furs from my bed around my waist. I walk over to her as she attempts to rake her fingers through her lovely crimson curls. I hastily help her lace up her dress in a most sloppy fashion. I snake my arms around her waist and pull her close to my body.

I kiss her on the neck and whisper, "Last night was a dream come true. But making you my wife in a few hours will be even better."

She smiles as she looks back at me and reaches up her fingers to trace my jawline. She breathes, "It was better than a dream because it was reality. We're finally together."

I nod and say, "Good point, my Sweet."

I kiss her on the lips lightly, but this turns passionate quickly as she turns in my embrace and wraps her hands around her neck. I back her up against the door, fully intending on taking her right there up against it. I lift up her skirts and go to grab a handful of her ass.

But King Wet Blanket bellows, "Goddamn it, McIntyre! I can hear ye two against the door. I swear I'll kick this damn thing down if Leslie doesn't come out of that room this instance!"

I lean my hand against the door in frustration, but she can't help but giggle and blush. She says, "I guess I better go. I have a wedding to get dressed for."

I sigh heavily and agree, "I suppose."

She moves away from the frame, and I throw the door open in a huff. I emerge from the room first, followed by Leslie, who is attempting to not make eye contact with Sheamus. I don't appreciate the glare he's giving me as he grabs Leslie's hand to pull her over to him.

I loudly proclaim, "OK, here she is. Are you bloody satisfied now, tosser?"

Sheamus gets in my face and hisses, "No, I'm not satisfied, ye bastard! I said I granted her hand in marriage to ye. That wasn't a license to take her virginity the night before the wedding! And the very least ye could've done was put actual clothes on before showing yourself out here, ye fucker!"

As an embarrassed Leslie looks on, I'm really starting to get irritated, "Well, you didn't exactly give me time to do that before threatening to knock my door down! Did you? And last time I checked, I'm the bloody King here and you're not. Leslie gave herself to me willingly and I to her. I don't need your permission to make love to my future wife! Do I need your authorization to wipe my ass too?"

Leslie POV

I can't believe this is happening! All the work that has been done for the agreement between Scotland and Ireland, the negotiations, the hours, the stress and trauma all of us have been through since we arrived at Castle McIntyre. All the goodwill between the two countries I love could be undone simply because I gave myself to the man I love.

Oh, hell no! Not on my watch!

As those two continue to posture for dominance, I step in between them, "OK, that's it! Both of you stop this bravado, you stubborn asses! I am a grown woman, and I take full responsibility for my actions. Drew, I love you, but please do not show disrespect to the man who protected me all of these years. Sheamus, I will not allow you to shame me or Drew for what happened last night. You two will shake hands and act like the adults and Kings that you are. I will not allow any more turmoil! We have all been through enough of it in the last few weeks. I need Becky to get me ready for my wedding that's in four hours! Now, act like real men and shake hands!"

The two of them look at me, then grumble and snarl back at each other. Drew reluctantly puts his hand out to Sheamus, who takes it in a firm handshake, but pulls Drew into him and looks him dead in the eyes.

Sheamus warns, "I swear I would end ye right here if she didn't mean so much to me. Ye better take damn good care of her, or you'll be answering to me. Come along, Leslie."

They release their grip on each other, both still fuming at each other. Becky takes my hand and leads me, "Come, my lady. Let's get you ready for the happiest day of your life."

I start to walk with her, but Drew takes my other hand and pulls me to that incredible, muscular body. He kisses me so deeply, my toes curl as our tongues melt into each other. As Becky giggles and Sheamus grouses, Drew stops the kiss and presses his bearded face to mine.

His voice makes my insides turn into a puddle as he coos, "I'll see you at the altar, my Queen."

I smile and say, "I can't wait, my King."

He kisses me on the forehead and releases his hold. Sheamus gives him another death gaze with his arms folded as we walk down the staircase towards my bedchamber. I can see in my peripheral vision that Drew has extended his middle finger at Sheamus.

As we reach my door, I turn to Becky, "Please get my bathing supplies ready. I've placed them on my counter. I'll be a few moments. I need to speak with King Sheamus alone for a moment."

Becky curtsies to me and take her leave. I look at Sheamus and put my hands on my hips. I'm sure my facial expression lets him know that I'm not happy with him one bit. I'm not sure where this anger is coming from, but I fully intend to find out.

I start on him, "OK, Sheamus. Let's have this out. You're disappointed in me. You're upset with me. Whatever you have to say, spill it now. You had no right to lay into Drew like that. I made the decision to be with him last night. He wasn't going to allow it at first, but I told him that I wanted him. You always let me make my own decisions before. What's so different about this?"

Sheamus rubs the back of his hair in frustration, "Lass, I'm not judging ye. I never have and never will. But others won't be that nice. We all heard ye two last night. Everyone in the castle did, I'm sure. I'm no fool. I know ye were never a shrinking violet before. But ye were at least discreet about what ye did. What if something happens to prevent ye from getting married today? You'll be ruined!"

I roll my eyes and let out a perturbed wail, "Sheamus, nothing bad is going to happen between now and when we get married this morning! Karrion is locked in solitary under constant guard. Ridge has not been seen since your party and the army would execute him on sight anyway. And Scarlett is gone and not a threat in any way. What is this outburst really about? I want the truth."

Sheamus looks up and sighs, "Lass, I… Fine. Before we came here for the treaty, I decided that I was gonna ask ye to marry me after we got back to Ireland. OK?"

I'm left flabbergasted with this revelation. My mouth is gaped open and I'm sure my eyes are wide as teacups. I finally find the words, "Sheamus, I had no idea. I don't know what to say. Why would you even think of doing this? We're not right for each other."

Sheamus levels with me, "I know this, lass. But I am quite fond of ye. And this way, ye would've been guaranteed my protection for the rest of your life. You'd never want or need for anything. I would've taken care of ye."

This wonderful, sweet man. I'm so moved by his gesture. But I have to be honest with him, "But you would be marrying a woman that doesn't love you and that you don't love. You would be denying yourself a chance at the happiness you deserve. You have protected me, and no one could've done a better job of it than you. I'm eternally grateful to you for everything you have done. But Drew is my true love. He makes me feel loved, safe, and happy. I want all of that for you, but it's not with me."

Sheamus sniffs, "Aye, you're right about everything, as usual. Ye've always been way wise beyond your years. It was a daft idea."

I put my hand on his shoulders and tiptoe up to kiss his whiskered cheek. I smile, "It was a sweet idea. You are kind, caring, and loving. I know you will find a woman worthy of being your queen. And like I said, you deserve all the happiness in the world."

He shrugs and looks down, "I suppose I acted like an ass to the muppet. He's actually a decent and honorable man. And ye two have gone through hell to be together. I guess my actions have made it unwelcome for me to walk ye down the aisle and give ye away."

I shake my head as his face grows sad, "Absolutely not. There is no one else I want by my side more than you. I wouldn't be where I am today without your care and guidance. I need you there with me."

He grins and kisses me on the cheek, "It will be my pleasure, lass. Ye will makes the most beautiful bride and regal Queen. Now, go get yerself ready. I'll come get ye when it's time to start the ceremony."

He kisses my hand and departs. I breathe in sharply. That was quite the revelation! I never knew Sheamus had any designs on me like that. That was a lot to take in, and after the last twenty-four hours, I'm feeling overwhelmed. But oh, so happy!

I open the door to my bedchamber and tell Becky, "OK, let's get to the river. I'm ready to marry my true love!"

Drew POV

I just managed to get my bath in a little further down the river. Noam attended me as I put on a kilt to walk back towards the castle. My hair is damp and I'm shirtless. I made sure my red and black dress kilt was laid out for this morning. I want to wear my Sweet's favorite color today. My red dress tunic and black waistcoat too. I just know I want nothing more than to make this incredible woman my wife and give her the special wedding present I made for her. I can't wait to see her face when she sees it.

I'm approaching the back entrance of the castle when I hear that adorable giggle coming from the riverbank. I can't resist the urge to see her! They say it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding. I say that's bollocks! It's worse luck for me not to have that gorgeous woman in my sight. Besides, we had so much bad luck before. I think we're past that and nothing can hurt us now.

I round the large willow tree and look down the bank. I have to stop and catch my breath. Leslie is in the water bathing as she's holding a humorous conversation with Becky. She is lathering her long red hair with what I'm sure is her homemade castile soap. I can smell the honeysuckle floating in the wind, filling my nostrils with the sweet smell of the love of my life as her beautiful breasts are visible, buoying at the top of the water.

She stands up in the shallow area and washes herself all over. My loins and heart are stirred watching her hands all over those large, mouthwatering tits. She bends at the waist to cleanse her legs and that area I finally got to claim last night. I vow in that moment that I will never take our love and what we finally have for granted. Knowing I have her unwavering love and support is the greatest gift I will ever receive, and I will cherish it forever.

She's jumps into the deeper area to rinse and comes up out of the water laughing and splashing around. I smile, wishing like the devil I could run down this riverbank and leap into the water with her. But that time will come, hopefully later after the wedding when she sees… Anyway, before I go to dress for our wedding, I need to pay a visit. I need to talk to someone I haven't spoken to for far too long.

Leslie POV

Oh, was that bath exhilarating and refreshing! I dry my body off with the large cloth and then wrap it around my hair. Hopefully, Becky can do something with this unruly mop later. After I put on my dress and start walking back to the castle, I think about how I want everything to be perfect today. My hair, the dress, the flowers, everything. Drew deserves the perfect wedding and Queen.

I won't lie, my nerves are really starting to get to me. What if Sheamus is right and something goes wrong? No! I need to push these thoughts to the side. Today will be a fairy tale come true finally! As I approach the castle, I hear the faint strains of that sexy, smooth voice coming from around the left side of the castle.

Becky gives me a disapproving look and flatly says, "No, my Lady. It's bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other before the wedding. Come along so I can get you ready."

I give her an impish smile, "Becks, it was well established earlier that we have not only seen each other today, but we were naked doing so. I think we're past that superstition and formality. I just want to take a peek at what he's doing. That's all."

I wind through a small clearing of woods, following the sound on that voice. I sigh heavy as that gorgeous form comes into my sight. I should've known this is where he would be. He is shirtless and hunkered down towards the ground, his elbows resting in his widespread thighs. He is in front of the three marble headstones, one reading King Duncan Andrew McIntyre, Prince John Ian McIntyre, and Queen Angela Maisie Robinson McIntyre.

I lean against the oak beside me, and I have to reign in my sobs as I listen to Drew speak to the ghosts of his past. He starts, "Father, I know that we didn't always see eye to eye on many things. On most things really. And I have carried the anger I've held inside for you for way too long. But now I see you did what you felt was right for the kingdom of Scotland. You wanted to secure my blood right. I wish you had gone about it in another way, but I just want you to know that I no longer have any hatred in my heart for you. I respect you as a King and my father. I wish we could've known each other in this way in your lifetime, but I wanted you to know now. I love you."

He turns to the smaller headstone and a sad smile creeps across his gorgeous face, "John, my brother. I wonder what you would be doing today. What adventures we would've had together, the trouble we would've gotten into."

He gives a half laugh, but I can hear the tears in his voice as he continues, "I spent so much of my life feeling that overwhelming guilt of not being able to save you. It suffocated me at times. No matter how much Mum or Dad tried to assure me that it wasn't my fault, it didn't matter. I have no doubt that if you had lived, you would be right here by my side on the best day of my life. I miss you, brother."

He reaches over and traces the name on the third headstone as he cries, "Mum. Oh Mum. I miss you so. You knew. I never even had to say a word and you knew that Leslie was the girl of my dreams. I'm sure up there right now, you're dancing and having the best time knowing that you got your wish. I got her back, Mom! Leslie and I are finally together. She will be my wife. It's funny but looking back on that day she walked back into this castle, I felt my soul come back to life. That hole in my heart being filled. It was also the first time in years that I felt your presence. It was like you were pushing me to my fate. She's still so beautiful, Mum. And not just the way she looks. Her heart is so pure and full of love for me and me only. You knew this all along. Today is possible because of you and I'm forever thankful. I love you, Mum. I only wish you were here to see it in person."

He kisses his fingertips and runs them over the front of the headstone. As I brush away my tears, he stands and walks over to another small headstone on the ground. I can't quite make out the name. But it becomes apparent whose grave it is when he speaks.

He laments, "Genevieve. My dear sweet Ginny. I'm so sorry. I wish I had known that it wasn't only the wolf I should've protected you from. I hate more than anything that you had to suffer what you did at the hands of that monster. You didn't deserve that fate. But know that your voice was heard. You were so brave in the face of all you endured. I know of your undying love and loyalty to me, and I will never forget that. For the record, I would've made sure you and your child were taken care of, whether I was the father or not. You were as heroic and valiant as any soldier in my army. Rest easy, dear soul."

Before Drew sees me, I step back towards Becky to head back into the castle to get ready for this most happy day. What I just heard and witnessed made me fall in love with that man even more, if such a thing were possible. Hearing him come to terms with his sadness and anger while professing his love for me is not lost on me. It makes me want to be an even better wife and Queen for him.

I return to my bedchamber, putting on my robe while Becky does my hair and makeup. I think about all I heard Drew say. I have loved that man for my entire life, but now I love him even more after what I just heard and witnessed. He is the most selfless, kindest man I've ever encountered. He got all of that from sweet Angela. I don't know what I did in this life to deserve this man, but I'll do it a million times over.

I glance in the looking glass and marvel at Becky's handy work, "Oh my! I feel…like a princess! Becky, you're amazing!"

Becky smiles, "Ah, but alas, you're the Queen, my lady! Now time for the bridal traditions." She pulls out a series of boxes from the bureau.

She presents the first one and opens it, "First, something old. These rare pink diamond earrings belonged to late Queen Angela's great grandmother." She places them on my ears as I struggle to not tear up and ruin Becky's beautiful makeup.

She says, opening the next box, "Something new. The King had it special made for your coronation and wedding."

I am in awe of the silver, crystal and diamond crown tiara she has pulled out of the velvet bag. I clutch my chest as she pins it in place over my gorgeous half up, half down updo atop my head. That's when it hits me. This is really happening. All of my dreams are coming true.

The third box is next, which looks like a square. She says as she places this incredible necklace around my neck, "Something borrowed. These are the McIntyre family jewels. Silver and diamonds, brought here from late King Duncan's great-great grandfather after a battle with the French." I can barely breathe as I look at myself, running my fingertip along the strands of jewels.

The last box, she smiles, "Something blue. My mother was entrusted with this by Queen Angela on her deathbed, who then gave it to me for safe keeping. Of all her jewelry, this was her favorite: a simple sapphire ring for your pinky. King Duncan gave this to her when he started to court her. And blue is King Drew's favorite color."

I smile as she slips it on my slender finger, "I loved that woman so much. My only wish for today is that she could be here for today."

Becky pats my hand and busies herself pulling out my dress, "Aye. She was a lovely woman. She adored you as well. She never gave up hope that you and the King would be together. I know she's smiling down from the heavens on you both today. OK, take a breath and look at your dress."

As she pulls it out of the garment cover, my jaw drops and I gasp in wonder, "Oh my! Becky! This… It's the most beautiful dress I've ever seen!"

It is the ballgown of my dreams! It's strapless and a light blush pink color with the most amazing ornate crystal design on the bodice, almost like it's floating up like angel wings and cascading down to the full shimmery princess skirt. The train is long, as is the cathedral veil that will attach under my crown.

Becky grins at me, "It's fit for a Queen, my Lady. Now, let's get you dressed and down the aisle."

Drew POV

I'm in the side room of the cathedral on the castle grounds. The staff did an amazing job with the decorations. All the white roses and thistle around the chapel look beautiful. I'm decked out in my red and black dress garb with black knee socks and buckled shoes.

However, I have a blue posy as a lapel boutonniere for my dear mother. It was her favorite flower, and any way we can honor her today will be done. Also, I had McLean family heirlooms brought in from some of Leslie's distant relations attending the wedding and placed near the altar.

I wish more than anything that Graeme and Isla were here so that I could tell them how much I've always loved their daughter and that I will cherish her the rest of my days. Like my father, I forgave him for moving her away from me all those years ago.

I could never hold wanting to protect his precious daughter's heart against him. I just wish we would've been given the chance to settle all of this ourselves. But I can't dwell on the past. My present and future has finally been set right.

I'm checking my hair in the mirror, slicked back in a ponytail. I know my Sweet loves it when it's down, but I want to give her more than one surprise today. Besides, she can take it down later tonight when we consummate the marriage in glorious fashion later…

Well, I don't have to calm myself down from getting a hard on because a slap of cold water just came in the room, "King Sheamus. I guess you're here to attempt to kick my ass right before my wedding. Bring it on!"

I turn to him and beckon with my hands. After that last exchange, I'm still pissed and ready for anything. But Sheamus, dressed in his own green dress kilt and garb, waves his hands and says, "No, none of that, McIntyre. I'm just here to talk."

I glower at him, "At this point, what is there to talk about? You made it clear how you feel about me marrying Leslie. What could you possibly say to top your theatrics outside my bedchamber?"

Sheamus gets defensive, "Now wait just a damn minute, ye wanker!" Then, he looks up, takes a deep breath, and smiles with gritted teeth.

He continues, "Listen, it was pointed out to me by your betrothed that I was way too harsh with ye. The last thing I wanted was for Leslie to feel shame or embarrassment. My reaction had nothing to do with you or the marriage. I'm all for that. I can tell ye love her. But the deflowering the night before. Ye couldn't wait until tonight?"

I'm about to explode, but I reign in my Scottish temper to say, "Like I said already, I didn't need your permission for that. Leslie is a grown woman, and she gave herself to me willingly. I wasn't gonna even suggest having sex, but she told me she wanted me. And I didn't just take her virginity. She offered it to me because she loves me and that is a prize I will treasure for the rest of my life!"

Sheamus runs his hands through his hands in frustration, "Leslie already explained this to me. But ye don't understand, McIntyre! I was giving the responsibility to keeping Leslie safe by her father on his deathbed. And I feel like I failed her and him! My job was to protect her, and I failed!"

I look at the anguish written on Sheamus' face. That's when the depths of his feelings for Leslie hits me. I sigh, feeling my anger melt away, "Mate, you did protect her. You kept her safe for all these years. You didn't fail anyone. No one could've done a better job than you. But now, your promise has been fulfilled. You led her back to me, and I'm forever in your debt. I love her more than anything in this world and I will cherish and protect her with everything I have in me. I promise."

Sheamus considers me for a pregnant moment, then eases into the normal jovial smile across his face, "I guess you're right. Just so ye know, I'll never stop caring about her. She's a rare and beautiful jewel in this world. But I can see how in love ye two are. I still think you're a wanker, but you're also a good and honorable man and King. Her hand is still yours. And our accord is still in place."

He extends his large pale hand in friendship, and I accept it in a hearty handshake with a hearty laugh, "Us Celts have to stick together, mate. We have such adversity on both sides. We must always show a united front."

Sheamus nods, "Aye. Agreed. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to retrieve your lovely bride from her room and walk her down the aisle to you."

I chuckle as he departs, but when he's out of sight, I exhale heavy and sit on the chair at my side. My elbows resting on my widespread thighs and my face in my hands. That could've been a disaster. But now, the only obstacle left between me and my Sweet is gone. I can now only anticipate watching her come to me at the altar and us being joined together for life. It's finally time.