Delilah's POV
I was standing in line, my father’s arm holding mine, and I could feel Deacon’s anxiety. I wondered if it was about the baby, or if he was anxious about becoming Alpha. I knew he had no reservations about marrying me. We made sure to have an exceptionally long and constantly repeated conversation about it.
I watched as the wedding party walked out of the entryway to the grand hall and I held my breath as the music changed. My turn.
My dad gave me a smile and squeezed my hand gently. We walked down the aisle and I could smell him before I saw him. I felt my body relax and as I turned the corner into his line of sight, he smiled and tears streamed down his face. I wanted to run and wipe away his tears. He pointed up and I followed his finger. Right above him was a larg
