Page 63 of Midnight Orchids

Epilogue

Remy

Remy watched as his mate moved around the field where they’d set up the reception after their wedding. They’d chosen to have the wedding at the gazebo where they’d had their first date. Their friends and family had come together to decorate the entire area for them with dark blue orchids and white baby’s breath. There were arches set up in various places, that were strung with twinkling lights, and candles, protected from the breeze by glass globes, adding to the overall romantic feel of their late summer wedding.

Kylie had come to New Orleans only a few months ago, and yet he felt like she’d always been there, had always been a part of him. The cream dress embellished with gold and bronze beads, she’d chosen for her wedding dress, was completely unique in that it was listed as a bridesmaid dress, clung to her body, and flowed when she moved. Fuck, she was beautiful.

“Congratulations, Remy. You know, we had a bet going on how long it would take for you to get to this point.”

Remy cocked a brow at Declan. “Who won?”

“I did. I knew you’d win her over before summer was over.”

Remy chuckled. “Good to know someone had faith in me. Dere were times when I wasn’t so sure.”

“She did make it difficult for you but like the saying goes, the best things don’t come easily. No, they come with sweat, blood, and tears, my friend.”

“Dat dey do. I’m gonna go see if my wife needs something to drink. She’s so focused on takin’ care of ever’one else, she forgets to take care of herself.”

“Sounds like Lily. And Emelise. They must have rubbed off on her.”

That made Remy laugh. “Oui,I suspect dey did. Thanks for the congratulations,” he said and made his way to Kylie’s side.

Kylie

Kylie couldn’t believe how quickly things had come together. When Remy proposed, she knew she didn’t want a long engagement. Four months after her arrival in New Orleans, she was now very happily married to the most amazing man she’d ever known.

She moved around the reception area, thanking everyone for coming and making sure they got something to eat or drink. She couldn’t help it. She wanted their guests to be taken care of.

“You’re doin’ too much, Kitten.”

She turned and smiled up at her mate. “Hardly. I’m just making sure our guests are taken care of, like a good hostess should.”

“You’re da bride; it’s not your place to do dat. Dat’s why we hired caterers, cher.”

When Remy dipped his head to kiss her, she leaned up to meet his lips. “Maybe, but you know I still have to check on everyone.”

“I do. Dat’s why I’ve brought you a plate. Sit, eat. I’ll get you some wine.”

“Yes sir,” she said and winked at him.

“Careful, cher. Dat might go to my head.”

Kylie laughed. “You’re terrible. Go get me some wine, Mister.”

Later, after the food had been eaten, the couple’d had their first dance, the sun had set, and the stars and moon shone brightly overhead, Remy stood just behind her and when he wrapped his arms around her, Kylie leaned back against his chest with a contented sigh.

“Is it all you dreamed of, Kitten?”

“Is what all I dreamed of?”

“Dis life we’ve started together.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.” Kylie shook her head before she smiled up at him. “It’s so much more. I love you more than anything else in this world, Cajun. I know the future ahead of us is going to be amazing, as long as you’re at my side.”

“Dere is nowhere else I’d rather be, Kitten, den right here growing old wit’ you.”

As the night wore on, Kylie knew that the future she’d once dreaded was now one filled with hope, joy, and love, all because one stubborn Cajun refused to give up on her. And she wouldn’t want him any other way.