Kidnapping the Bride

Eric raised an eyebrow, gently poking her soft, dewy cheek. "What's this? You're not nervous at all?"

 

Ella lazily rolled her eyes at him and picked up the glass of milk nearby, taking several sips. "With you around, what's there to be afraid of?"

 

She was remarkably calm!

 

Eric chuckled with a touch of helplessness. "You trust me that much?"

 

"You're my husband. If I don't trust you, who else should I trust?" Ella replied with a soft smile, her hand tenderly resting on her belly.

 

Eric clasped her hand tightly, his gaze drifting to her rosy lips. Unable to resist, he leaned in and kissed her gently. As he intended to deepen the kiss, Ella quickly pushed him away.

 

"Don't get carried away. Besides, Dad and the others are outside. What if they walk in on us…"