Hey, guys, this is the first time I am writing an A/N before the actual chapter starts but I wanted to give you guys a pictorial idea of the wedding and reception. Of course, you are allowed to imagine the following however you want.



Brooklyn's wedding dress.



Diavolo/Devin's tuxedo.



Maid of honor aka Siera's dress.



Best man aka Antonio's tuxedo.



The wedding altar/hall.



The wedding cake.



The reception stage/hall.

Yes, there are separate halls for the reception and wedding cause I am cool like that lol.

Brooklyn's reception dress.

Just a little note, this wedding will not have bridesmaids, groomsmen, flower girl or ring bearer. There will be no traditional stuff as well as I am a Muslim and have no clue about such weddings. I will use whatever little knowledge I have but if I mess up I am sorry and please do correct me.

Fun fact, I couldn't decide the wedding dress and the cake so I took my best friend's help. So shoutout to her. Love ya bestie!

Now on to the chapter!



EDITED: 21st March 2019.

1 year later, 28th March 2019.

The wedding day.

Brooklyn.

"I can't do this. What if Devin doesn't come to the altar? What if something happens? What if no one comes to our wedding? What if the minister is absent? What i--"

"Okay, okay. Calm down, Brooklyn. You are hyperventilating. Breathe in and out." My maid of honor, Sierra, says and gives me a demonstration of how I should 'breath in and out'.

I follow her actions and sit down on one of the chairs in the dressing room. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. I was fucking panicking.

Today was my wedding day and currently, I was in one of the dressing rooms of the hall waiting for my makeup artist to come. We had called her 5 minutes ago and she had said she was on the way.

My eyes caught the sight of my ballgown wedding dress in its plastic wrapper neatly resting on a hanger. I looked in the mirror in front of me and it would be safe to say while I was every bit of nervous, my happiness couldn't be kept at bay too.

I mean, I am marrying the love of my life. Why wouldn't I be happy?

"Sorry, sorry. I am late." The makeup artist, Kate, burst through the door and said, giving us an apologetic expression. Her hands were busy with bags no doubt filled with makeup.

She placed them on the vanity table and took out a few products and brushes, ready to start her magic.

---

*1 hour later*

Kate sprayed the setting spray on my face a few times and smiled, "There you go." She said and turned the chair I was sitting on so I was now looking in the mirror.

Wow. I looked...different. A good different. Kate hadn't exaggerated with the makeup and had given me a soft look as I had said her. Overall, I felt beautiful.



Kate was my hair stylist as well and so she did my hair in a gorgeous updo and added my veil on the top.



"Alright, enjoy girl. You look flawless, I'll take my leave." Kate said, hugging me lightly and packing up her things.

"Thank you so much, Kate." I said and she smiled, "It's no big deal. Anytime you wanna get groomed up, give me a call chica." She said and waved us goodbye, leaving the room.

I had no girl friends except Siera, and Devin didn't have many friends except Antonio so we decided all together that we didn't need bridesmaids or groomsmen. A maid of honor and a best man was enough.

Sierra and Devin had reconciled their brother and sister relationship a few months ago. We had gone to Antonio's place 3 months after our engagement. We found out that Siera and Antonio were dating and I was ecstatic whereas Devin got all overprotective, threatening to slaughter Antonio. It took a hell lot of effort to get him calm and after I said that Antonio was better for her than any other man out there he reluctantly agreed.

Later that day, Devin and Siera talked out their differences and Siera was devastated because of how Devin got treated all those years she was oblivious. They had hugged and made up for lost time by spending some time together. I was so glad to see Devin genuinely happy to get his sister back.

I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't even realize it was time. Time to slip in my gown and wait until the ceremony started.

Sierra removed the plastic wrapper off the gown and placed the dress on a chair, leaving the room to let me change.

I removed my robe and stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at my pure white lingerie that Devin had especially picked out for our wedding night. I bit my lip and shook my head to snap out of those thoughts and slipped on my gown carefully.

It fitted me perfectly, of course, the several fitting appointments would pay off. I bent a little to ruffle the bottom of the dress just as there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said absentmindedly too busy looking at my reflection in the mirror.

I heard my mother's very familiar gasp and I looked at her from the mirror only to see tears welling up her eyes, "Oh my dearie. You look so gorgeous, honey." She said and stood in front of me, cupping my cheeks.

After a few minutes, Sierra entered the room and looked at me. "You look hot. My brother's going to faint when he sees you." She said winking and I chuckled.

My mother too chuckled before grabbing Sierra's hand, "Come, sweetheart, let's check how long till the ceremony starts." She said and they both walked out.

I sighed and removed my flip flops, wearing the heels which I doubt would even show through my dress. But hey what can I say?

I sat on the chair waiting and after a few minutes, the door opened and my uncle came in followed by Sierra.

"You look very wonderful dear. We can go whenever you are ready." He said patting my cheeks like he did when I was a kid.

Yes, he was walking me down the aisle.

I closed my eyes and opened them, remembering to breathe in and out and smiled at him.

"I'm ready," I said and linked our arms together, grabbing the bouquet of white flowers from Siera with the other hand.

Devin, here I come.

Diavolo.

I tapped my feet on the floor in anticipation. My palms were sweating with nervousness and I wiped them together.

The music started and everyone stood up. My heartbeat accelerated as Sierra walked down the aisle before Brooklyn came into view and I lost my breath. She looked oh so mesmerizing. I just wanted to grab her and kiss the fuck out of her but I settled for clearing my throat.

My eyes started to well up and I tried to blink away the tears but it was too late as tears fell out of my eyes. I wiped them from my cheek as she neared me.

I shook hands with her uncle and he leaned in to say, "Take care of her." I nodded at him and took Brooklyn's hand, smiling at her.

She grinned at me and we stood opposite each other on the altar after she gave Sierra her bouquet. Everyone sat and the minister began speaking but I held her hands and kept my eyes on the beauty in front of me.

I couldn't wait to make her my wife.

---

"With the power invested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The minister said the words I had been waiting to hear all along and I didn't waste time in taking her lips in a toe-curling kiss.

I almost lost myself in the kiss but Antonio yelled, "Keep it PG dude." I reluctantly pulled away as everyone chuckled and Brooklyn blushed.

"Everyone for the first time ever, Mr. and Mrs. Francesco." The minister yelled in glee once again and everyone hooted.

Brooklyn and I linked our arms together and began walking down the aisle to the limo which would take us to our reception hall.

I leaned in and whispered in Brooklyn's ear, "Mrs. Francesco. I like the sound of that."

---

I pulled up the partition which separated us and the driver. It was only Brooklyn and me in this car because she wanted to change before we went to the reception.

Brooklyn looked at me with furrowed brows, "Why did you pull the--"

*little steamy content here*

I cut her off by slamming my lips on hers. She tasted heavenly, as always. I groaned feeling myself harden and grabbed her waist. Her moans and little whimpers only turned me on more.

I pulled her on my lap and she straddled me with her humongous dress. But I liked it.

She rocked her hips with mine and I grunted, squeezing her waist tighter. I placed light kisses down her neck and sucked hard on her sweet spot giving her a hickey.

She tilted her head, moaning and grinding harder on my member making me still her movements before I lost control. She looked at me with dazed eyes and I leaned in, nipping at her earlobe, "Patience kitten."

*steamy content ends here*

"Sir, we are here." The driver said and I got out of the car holding the door open for Brooklyn.

We went inside the estate, which was empty except the security team guarding the house. A few congratulated us and I nodded while Brooklyn grinned saying 'thank you.'

We reached inside and she went to the closet to grab her dress but the dress was on the bed. I wanted to tell her but instead settled with sitting on the bed and waiting for her to come out.

Soon enough she came out and my eyes darkened. She was in the lingerie. The lingerie I had been dying to see her wear. She went to grab the dress but I was quick.

She whined, stomping her foot making her breasts jiggle and my attention averts to them, "Devin, we are going to be late." She said with a pout.

I got up and with a few quick strides, grabbed her in my arms and threw her on the bed. I then climbed on the bed and hovered over her.

"We can be a little late, love."

---

*30 minutes later.*

"It's all your fault we are late to our own reception." My wife grunted and begrudgingly wore her dress.

I tightened the tie around my neck and sighed,

"I am sorry, babe. Forgive me." I said as I came up behind her and grabbed her waist, nipping at her earlobe.

She let out a little whimper before pushing me away, "Okay, I forgive you but no touching." She said, pointing her finger at me and I groaned.

"That isn't possible and you know it," I said behind her back as she went into the bathroom.

"Well, no can do. Babe."

---

We entered the reception and the function was in full swing. My hand was around Brooklyn's waist as she smiled at all the guests who seemed to know her.

Yeah, with a few kisses I was finally allowed to touch her again.

Antonio and Sierra came towards us, "Well look which couple finally turned up. What were you guys doing this long?" Sierra asked us though by the knowing look she was giving Brooklyn, I could tell she already what held us up.

"Oh look, there's mom. Catch ya later." Brooklyn said, changing the subject and speed-walking.

I heard their chuckles behind us.

---

We sat on the stage as the photographer took the pictures. He told us to kiss as he took a picture and so I did but I might have been too into it as Antonio suddenly yelled, "Let's cut the cake. Roll up the tray!" He said and we pulled away, standing up to cut the cake.

A knife was handed to me by Brooklyn's mother and Brooklyn placed her hand upon mine as we cut the cake. Series of hoots and cheers resonated the hall as we cut it and I took a piece feeding it to Brooklyn.

She bit into her piece and fed me a little, as well. I looked into her eyes, my heart filled with love for this woman in front of me.

Thank you, God, for this precious beauty.

---

I laughed as Antonio danced like a fool on the floor in front of us. People were chuckling and a few were clapping. Sierra too came on the floor and started dancing. He grabbed her hands as they started doing salsa. But while she was doing it elegantly he was messing it up.

I shook my head and looked at Brooklyn, who was also laughing and clapping. As if feeling my stare, she looked at me, "What happened?" She asked me and I smiled.

"Wanna dance?"

---

*5 hours later*

Brooklyn came out of the shower of the private jet, a towel wrapped around her hair and she was wearing one of my shirts.

I was shirtless in my sweatpants, waiting for her over dinner. We were flying to our honeymoon destination which was still a surprise to Brooklyn.

She sat opposite me and began eating. I too dug into my meal and we started talking about stuff.

It's the little moments that count.

---

*7 hours later*

We descended down the steps of the jet and Brooklyn looked around before gasping, "You brought me to Bora Bora?" She asked and I nodded.

She squealed, hugging me tightly, "I have seen pictures of it. It's so beautiful." She said and I smiled.

"Anything to see you happy, sweetheart," I said and she blushed.

I love how easily I can make her blush.

---

Brooklyn.

We have been in Bora Bora for 3 weeks and have done so much fun stuff. My favorite was swimming with dolphins.

But we weren't just doing 'fun stuff' we were also having so much sex. Unprotected sex.

I had been vomiting since yesterday and I was supposed to get my period last week but I didn't.

It clicked in my mind and while Devin was sleeping in the morning, I got out of our resort and to a pharmacy nearby.

I bought a pregnancy test and rushed back to the resort before Devin woke up. Lord knows what would happen if he woke and didn't see me there.

When I entered the room, he was still sound asleep cuddling to a pillow thinking it was me. I chuckled at the sight before going to the insanely large bathroom.

I peed on the stick and washed my hands before waiting for 5 minutes for the result to show.

I bit my nails nervously. Honestly, I was scared. But not to be pregnant, I was scared because what if I was a bad mom? What if I wasn't careful with the baby?

I was so busy thinking about the what if's, I didn't even notice Devin come in.

He yawned and rubbed his eyes before looking at me, "Oh hey babe. I just wanted to take a quick piss then I can shower, get ready and we can grab some breakfast." He said, smiling and gave me a kiss.

I half-heartedly responded to it and he seemed to have noticed it because he pulled away and frowned, cupping my face.

"What's wrong love?" He asked, searching my face for an answer and I sighed looking on the counter for the test.

When I grabbed it, I saw the result and my eyes widened. He grabbed the stick from my hand and his eyes too widened before he smiled so big I was afraid his face would split in half.

"I am going to be a dad." He whispered to me and I nodded, tears welling up my eyes.

Oh my God, a little baby.

He knelt down and kissed my flat stomach, "There's something we both made in there." He said and looked up at me. Tears of his own were streaming down his eyes.

I sniffed, "What if I am not a good mother?" I said, voicing my fear and he shook his head standing up.

"Don't say that, love. We might not be the most amazing parents but we will try," He said and intertwined our hands placing them on my stomach, "We will try for this little one."

I smiled at him and he kissed me sweetly before pulling away, "Thank you for this, baby. I love you."

"I love you too."

I looked down at him as he once again knelt down and began whispering sweet nothings to our growing child in my belly.

At that moment, I knew it. I knew he wasn't the monster everyone thought him to be.

Because I found it.

I finally found the good in Diavolo.



×××××



a u t h o r' s n o t e:

and it's over! their journey till here is over but don't think their story is.

i wrote this full chapter in like 6 hours. its currently 3:08am and i have just finished it. it will be up by the afternoon after i correct all the mistakes.

before we bid farewell from this book i want to thank all of you.

thank you for voting, commenting, adding my book to your reading list even viewing my book.

it means a lot to me.

further things will be explained and written in the A/N after this.

also, don't worry. i'll be back soon with a few bonus chapters and hopefully a new book.

until then, thanks for reading xx.

imma go sleep now, goodbye.

VOTE. COMMENT. SHARE.

much love,