Chapter 44

I Dante take Kat’s hand and lead her to the dance-floor, a sea of faces watching us as we prepare to have our first dance. Suddenly, I’m regretting allowing her to plan every aspect of this wedding with no input, because if she makes me dance to One Direction or a country music ballad, I might never forgive her. I slip my arms around her waist and pull her as close as I can, but our child growing inside her is making it increasingly difficult to get her body as pressed up against mine as I’d usually like. I have had to be way more creative when I’m fucking her too, because I can’t stop doing that every single chance I get. She loops her arms around my neck and the opening bars of “At Last” by Etta James begin to play. I smile at her as I move her around the floor to a chorus of clapping, sighing and cheering. “I love this song.” “I know. Joey told me. I love it too. She said you used to listen to it with your mom.” “Hmm.” I kiss her forehead. “I was worried you were going to make me da