The day dawned like a dream—15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUvFXVJaseK
golden light streaming through open cathedral windows,15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEr48gCpV6M
wind brushing against silk curtains,15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMONs9BG0fC
and the slow, gentle rise of music from string instruments playing Clair de Lune.
Jaimie stood in front of the mirror, her gown a delicate blend of ivory and champagne, adorned with tiny pearls that reminded her of raindrops—like the ones that always found them when it mattered.
Her mother stood behind her, tears in her eyes, finally soft after years of pressure and control.
"You look... whole," she whispered.
Jaimie smiled, one hand on her barely-there bump, the other holding her bouquet.
"I am."
Outside, Max and Sam wore matching barongs, chasing each other in the garden before the ceremony. EJ adjusted their collars, a soft smile on his face—even if a part of him still ached.
Dominic stood near the altar, hands folded, waiting quietly. He'd flown in from abroad just to see it—to let her go with grace.
Even Christian had sent flowers with a quiet note of apology. Jeth had texted her the night before: "I'll never forget you. But you deserve forever now."
And there, under the open sky and a canopy of white roses and woven sinamay, Tedd waited.
His suit was a classic cut. His boutonnière a white lily—her favorite.
He looked at Jaimie the way a man looks at light after years in the dark.
She walked toward him slowly, each step shedding the past.
The moment she took his hand, the crowd faded.
The priest spoke.
But they only heard each other.
"Do you, Emerick Tedd Armada, take Jaimie Eleonora Vasquez Del Rosario...?"
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Without a quiver. Without doubt.
"Do you, Jaimie Elenora Vasquez Del Rosario, take Emerick Tedd Armada..."
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At Max. At Sam.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHuXo45bpRj
At the path behind her and the life ahead.
"I do. A thousand times, I do."
And when they kissed, it didn't feel like an ending.
It felt like the world restarting—just for them.
Honeymoon: The Song of Fireflies
The resort in El Nido, Palawan was surrounded by cliffs and calm turquoise water.
Their villa overlooked the ocean, glass walls on all sides, and a private pool shaded by palm trees.
The night of their wedding, after laughter and dancing and Sam falling asleep on Max's chest, they disappeared into their suite, moonlight spilling across the white bedsheets.
Jaimie stood by the window in a silk robe, barefoot, hair loose and glowing.
Tedd walked to her, wrapped his arms around her from behind, his lips grazing her shoulder.
"You know..." she whispered, teasing, "...we never really got to finish our vows."
He chuckled against her skin. "Should we start now?"
They did.
Soft, then deeper.
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Hands learning each other again like familiar maps they still hadn't fully explored.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYCK3crIu9q
Each kiss was an apology.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3yyh1vVkf3
Each gasp, a promise.
He undressed her slowly. Reverently.
Laid her down gently.
"Tell me to stop," he whispered. "And I will."
She pulled him closer. "Don't."
Their bodies moved like tide and moon—inevitable, aching, slow.
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Just two people finally allowed to love without interruption.
And when they collapsed against each other in a sweaty, tangled mess, breathless and trembling, he kissed her navel and said:
"Let's make another one."
She laughed through her tears.
"Already did."
Nine months later, baby girl Samantha Maxine Armada was born.
And the world only got more beautiful from there.
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