Richard

pov.

The weeks that followed were like a dream, the kind of dream I never wanted to wake up from. Sarah's recovery was nothing short of miraculous.

She was her old self again-strong, radiant, and filled with the kind of joy that seemed to light up any room she entered. And our daughter?

She was growing so fast, already wrapping us-and everyone else-in her tiny fingers.

But the best part of it all? We were finally

preparing for our wedding.

Sarah wanted something small and intimate, just us and our closest family and friends.

She'd always talked about having a garden wedding, surrounded by nature, with the sun setting in the background. And that's exactly what we were going to do.

The morning was a flurry of activity. Zoe was in charge of decorations, barking orders at Martins, who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"Martins, the flowers go on the left," Zoe said, hands on her hips.

"They look fine where they are," Martins shot back, holding up a bouquet of white roses.

"No, they don't. If they're on the right, they'll block the view of the cake table."

Martins groaned, muttering something under his breath as he moved the flowers. I couldn't help but laugh.

These two had been at each other's throats for weeks now, but their bickering was the kind that came from genuine affection.

at me as I

to see her try," I

from

"Just admiring

"Nice save," Martins muttered.

light as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the rows of white chairs and delicate flower arrangements.

ever seen her look more beautiful. And when our eyes met, it felt like the world

even though I

and sweet, just the way Sarah wanted it. Vows were exchanged, promises made, and by the time we were

a few embarrassing speeches. Martins kicked things off,

began, smirking. "And let me tell you, I've never seen him as terrified as he

I groaned, burying my face

then and there. But somehow, she didn't. And now here we are,

Richard and Sarah," he

Richard and Sarah!" the guests

Zoe, who, true to

grinning. "But let's be honest, you're a saint for putting up

laughter followed, and even I couldn't

evening wore on, guests began to trickle out, leaving only our closest friends and family. That's when

Wesley.

hadn't seen him in months, not since I won

tailored suit that probably cost more than my car. And of course, he was holding a gift. Well...he couldn't do

I said, my

as sharp as

Sarah, who

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