Flora’s POV:
“So, how does it feel to be Mrs. Xavier?” My husband asks, swinging me across the marbled floors to the music. I watch as the train of my dress sparkles in glittery flashes behind me before looking up into his blue orbs. I could never be tired of them. They are home and he is home.
“It feels just right.” I whisper, leaning close to him and resting my forehead against his. I feel his arms tighten around me, as his torso pushes against my swollen stomach. In only a few weeks the future King will be born. Our baby!
“You right here, along with little Mr. in there is all I need.” Xavier whispers against my ear, making me blush. How did I get so lucky to have this happiness? I can’t help but smile warmly at him.
It feels like this moment right here is ours. Even with all the
