Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ATHENA

Six months later.

"Mummy, you look beautiful! You're the prettiest!" Rayen runs to my side, making Sloane snort, and Isabelle rolls her eyes.

"I bet we look like shags to you little King, don't we?" Sloane crosses her arms while tapping a foot probably trying to intimidate him but Rayen is his father's son, he doesn't get intimidated.

"No," he says sweetly. "You both look like extras in my mum's fairytale."

Sloane gasps, feigning offense. “Excuse me?!"

Isabelle chokes on her drink, trying to hold in her laugh. "Okay, that was brutal.”

I reach down and smooth Rayen's little tux, trying not to laugh myself. "Rayen, be nice. They're my bridesmaids."

He blinks innocently." But you're still the prettiest."

"Am I?" I ask, kissing his forehead. "Just don't say that in front of your granny or we'll never hear the end of it."

"I already did," he shrugs. "She said I was just like Daddy."

"I'm not babysitting you anymore!" Sloane says faking an offense.

Rayen's face softens as he rushes to her side, holding her hand. "Why not? I love you, Auntie Sloane."

"I won't fall for your sweet talk!"

"Don't you like me?" Rayen gives her a smile and I just know he's forgiven.

therefore I like you."

shake my head as my nerves flutter

it's not the bad kind. It's the surreal kind, the kind that happens when you realize you're about to walk

can already hear the soft violin music drifting in.

staring back is not the same broken

She's loved.

She's fierce..

beside me, her expression suddenly soft. "You

back the tears.

in a stream of golden

just beyond the aisle, waiting like he's been waiting his entire life, stands

tux, crisp, dangerous and devastatingly

you married," Isabelle

by Alex Warren reaches my ears

my wedding gown. It's a

dress with a

sleeves. that float gently against my

made of light layers of

are scattered across it, catching the light in the prettiest

and a simple veil that flows down

a bride, I feel like

green eyes are locked on me the second the doors open. Everything

if he's trying to hold himself back from running down the aisle to get to

my escort,

was supposed to be the ring bearer, but I

Daddy you'd be the prettiest," he whispers