Chapter 10 - The Vow in the Pacific Northwest
The small wooden chapel stood on a cliffside overlooking the endless expanse of the Pacific Ocean.
There were no five hundred guests, no paparazzi, no high-ranking mob bosses in tuxedos. The sanctuary was decorated simply with white mountain wildflowers, eucalyptus leaves, and warm, glowing candles.
Sitting in the front pew were our twins, Leo and Maya, dressed in matching white outfits, holding wooden toys while a gentle local nanny watched over them with a warm smile.
At the front of the altar stood Dominic.
He looked incredibly handsome in a dark navy suit, his posture tall and proud, his dark eyes locked onto the rear doors of the chapel with an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat.
The soft acoustic guitar music began to play.
The double doors opened, and I walked down the short aisle toward him.
I wore a simple, sweeping ivory silk dress that draped softly over my curves, a crown of white baby’s breath pinned into my dark hair. I held a small bouquet of wildflowers in my hands, but my eyes never left Dominic’s face.
When I reached the altar, Dominic stepped down to take my hand, his fingers warm, strong, and steady.
The old minister smiled at us, opening his bible. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of God and these sweet children to join Dominic and Elena in holy matrimony once again.”
He looked at Dominic. “Dominic, do you take Elena to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, leaving behind all others, for as long as you both shall live?”
Dominic looked deep into my eyes, a tear escaping his lash and rolling down his sharp cheek as he spoke his vows in a voice that shook the quiet wooden chapel:
“Elena... I once believed that protecting you meant pushing you away into the cold. I was wrong. True strength isn't living in the dark alone—it is standing beside you in the light. I give you my heart, my life, my honor, and every breath in my body. I promise to cherish you, to honor you, and to protect our family with everything I am, until the end of my days.”
The minister turned to me. “Elena, do you take Dominic to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do,” I wept happily, sliding the platinum ring onto his finger. “I take you as my husband, my protector, and the father of my children. I choose you today, tomorrow, and forever.”
“By the power vested in me,” the minister smiled broadly, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. Dominic, you may kiss your bride.”
Dominic didn't wait a second longer.
He wrapped his broad arms around my waist, lifting me completely off my feet, and pulled me into a deep, breathtaking kiss that echoed with the triumph of a love that had survived the deepest darkness of hell.
Outside, the sun broke fully through the clouds, painting the Pacific Ocean in brilliant shades of gold and blue.
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Leo and Maya babbled happily from their pew, clapping their tiny hands as Dominic set me down, taking my hand tightly in his left while holding our children in his right.
We walked out of the chapel together into the bright, warm sunshine—a family whole, healed, and home at last.
