Violet pulled her lips from Lachlan's, realizing they had an audience.
She didn't think she'd ever seen a sight that warmed her heart more. The entire Mackenzie Clan stood there watching them with grins on their faces.
"Did ye tell him about the baby?" Orlagh said excitedly.
"Baby?" Alex, Drew, and Lachlan's Dad, Allan, said in unison.
"I thought they were jus' gettin' engaged," Lachlan's dad added, looking confused.
Diane elbowed him, a silent indication to zip it, and she came over with open arms as the first to congratulate them.
Lachlan felt unreasonably nervous as he stood scanning the familiar faces seated watching him from where he stood in the beautiful, manicured gardens of the distillery. It was coming up to fall now, and the gardens were lush with blooms. It pleased him that Violet's family could be here for the wedding. He could see how happy she was to have them, especially her younger sisters.
It had been five weeks since they'd gotten engaged and he'd found out about their baby. He loved seeing Violet with a little growing bump in her belly. He'd never really thought about becoming a dad, but now that their baby was growing in its momma's belly, making her glow even more beautiful than before, it was all he could think about. He couldn't wait to hold their little one in his arms, to watch him or her grow. They loved their families, but they were both excited to start their own little family.
Lachlan's heart thudded in his chest when he caught sight of his bride at the end of the isle. Her gown was white lace, and she wore her hair up with loose tendrils falling against the smooth skin of her neck. She looked every bit the angel he knew that she was. She had to be an angel because she'd changed his life so profoundly. She truly made everything better, and he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with her. Everything felt perfect—beyond perfect.
The ceremony ended, and he thoroughly kissed his new wife so she wouldn't soon forget that she was his. There were hoots and hollers, cheers and whoops from their guests, but Lachlan didn't care. All he cared about was the woman in his arms. When he finally managed to tear his mouth from hers, she looked at him with hazy, lust-filled, mossy green eyes.
"I think I might need a private tour of the cask cellar before the reception starts," she whispered.
"Aye." He grinned.
