CHAPTER 368: FOUND MY HOME (3)

Georgia’s POV

I sniffled, dabbing my cheeks. "You’re giving me too much jewelry, Nick!"

He laughed softly. "Don’t worry. It’s not jewelry... but yes, it’s in the same price range."

My brows shot up. I opened the box—

A key.

A single, gleaming key attached to a boat-shaped keychain engraved with: St. Francis Yacht Club.

My head snapped up, confusion written all over my face. "What’s this?" I asked, breath hitching in anticipation.

Nick’s smile deepened, soft, mischievous, and absolutely dangerous to my heart, before he lifted his hand and subtly signaled toward someone behind the crowd. I followed his line of sight and saw the light technician nodding.

"Wrong direction," Nick murmured, and gently guided my chin with his fingers, turning me toward the shoreline. "Look over there."

A beam of light sliced through the darkness, illuminating something resting on the water.

My eyes widened.

A boat... No—

"A boat?" I blinked, clueless and already overwhelmed.

Nick chuckled, plucking the key from my hand and dangling it teasingly. "To be specific, it’s a yacht. Fully under your name. You can use it with Katie, with your friends..." He paused, brushing his nose against mine. "With me..."

"A yacht? Holy fuck, you bought me a yacht?!"

I slapped a hand over my mouth instantly, mortified as several nearby guests turned, already laughing.

"Congratulations, dear!"

"That’s one hell of an expensive wedding gift!"

My face burned. I turned back to Nick and smacked his chest lightly. "That is not the same price range as jewelry! That’s way more expensive!"

He just grinned, absolutely unbothered. "Well... some jewelry can cost that much. But—" he lifted my hand and kissed it—"before you inspect your gift, we have something else to do."

Nick stepped back a little, extending his hand toward me with that soft, reverent smile that always made my heart turn into a puddle. "Dance with me, wife?"

Before I could answer, the host’s voice echoed warmly through the speakers:

"Ladies and gentlemen! Now that the bride has received the most extravagant wedding gift I’ve ever seen, it is my honor to present... for the very first time... Mr. and Mrs. Knight! Please join us in celebrating their first dance as husband and wife!"

The band shifted seamlessly into a slow, romantic melody.

I slipped my hand into Nick’s, my heart full and bursting.

And just like that, he pulled me into his arms, our first dance as husband and wife beginning under the stars.

As our first dance ended, the last soft note drifting into the night, Nick pressed a kiss to my forehead. My chest felt warm as the applause wrapped around us like another embrace.

Then Benjamin stepped forward, smiling so proudly it made my throat tighten again. He gently took my hand from Nick, giving his son a playful "move aside" look.

"My turn," he said warmly.

Nick laughed and stepped back just as he walked towards Wendy, who was sitting at the table with Katie and Ella. With a grin, Nick extended his hand toward his mother. "May I have this dance, Mom?"

Wendy pretended to dab invisible tears with her fingers. "You may," she said dramatically, making everyone laugh as they stepped onto the dance floor.

Benjamin guided me into the next slow waltz, his hands gentle, fatherly. "You made my boy very happy," he whispered. "Thank you."

I blinked fast, my chest tightening. "He made me happy too," I whispered back.

When the parents’ dances ended, the music suddenly shifted, drums kicking in, bass thumping through the speakers. The crowd cheered as the beat filled the night air.

Benjamin, Wendy, Nick, and I moved to the side, clapping as the spotlight swung to the dance floor.

Ella strutted in first, hips swaying exaggeratedly, hands in the air.

Oliver followed her, mimicking her moves with overly dramatic flair.

The guests burst into laughter.

Suddenly, the two broke into a synchronized, ridiculous-yet-impressively-executed choreography, hip shakes, finger guns, body rolls, spins. Cheers erupted all around.

Then—they stopped. Slowly turning to us.

A grin spread across Oliver’s face.

Ella smirked.

And in perfect unison, they pointed straight at Nick and me.

"Oh no," I laughed, pretending to refuse to dance, but it was all rehearsed as a surprise performance for our guests.

"Oh yes," Nick said, already grabbing my hand.

We raced to the dance floor and jumped into the beat. The crowd roared as Nick spun me around, both of us laughing breathlessly.

Then, chaos in the happiest way unfolded.

Oliver darted toward the tables and pulled Vicky up, who squealed before joining the dance.

Ella snatched Liam by the wrist, dragging him out to join their choreography.

Benjamin grabbed Prudence as she yelped in surprise.

Wendy scooped up Katie, who squealed with delight as she bounced in Wendy’s arms.

And that was all it took.

Like a wave, the rest of the guests surged onto the dance floor, laughing, cheering, dancing under the warm glow of string lights.

The music got louder.

The crowd got wilder.

And there, in the middle of it all, surrounded by our families, friends, and our little girl, Nick pulled me close, spinning me one more time before kissing me on the forehead.

It was pure joy.

Pure celebration.

Pure us.

When the upbeat song hit its final chorus, the dance floor had become a beautiful, chaotic mess, people laughing, spinning, jumping, and singing along even if they didn’t know the lyrics.

Nick lifted Katie for a moment, twirling her in the air while she giggled uncontrollably, her ribbons bouncing with her. Benjamin did a little shimmy beside Prudence that made Wendy clap like an excited teenager.

As the last beat hit, everyone threw their hands up, cheering. The song faded, replaced by a softer instrumental, and the host stepped forward with a grin.

"Alright, alright! That was incredible! Let’s take a little breather and move to our next part of the celebration. Newlyweds, please head toward the cake table!"

Nick intertwined his fingers with mine and wiggled his eyebrows. "Ready?"

"For cake? Always," I joked, earning a kiss on my cheek.

We walked towards the beautifully decorated rustic cake, three tiers, wrapped in fresh flowers matching our wedding theme. The guests gathered around, phones out, flashes already going off.

Candice handed us the knife with a proud smile. "Be gentle," she joked. "This cake costs more than my monthly rent."

We held the knife together, my hand over his, and slowly cut into the first tier. The crowd applauded, cheering as Nick stole the smallest sliver and held it up to my lips.

"Be nice," I warned, laughing.

"I’m always nice," he lied, and still managed to leave frosting on the tip of my nose.

I gasped dramatically. "Nicholas!"

He kissed it off. "Delicious."

It was my turn next. I fed him a bite, and he behaved... mostly. Only "mostly" because he made a show of savoring it loudly, making our guests laugh again.

As the applause faded, the host stepped forward once more, voice warm and excited.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for one of the most awaited parts of the evening. Dinner is now ready to be served! Please find your seats and enjoy the feast prepared for tonight’s celebration!"

The crowd cheered and began moving toward the elegantly decorated tables, conversations buzzing with happiness and laughter.

Nick slipped his arm around my waist, pulling me close. "Hungry, Mrs. Knight?" he murmured against my temple.

I leaned into him, my heart impossibly full. "Super. Our baby is hungry, too!"