Ric stared down at his beautiful bride, his face aching from the pain of smiling so much. He didn't even notice at this point. His hand was over her heart, and he could feel it pounding ferociously against his hand. His smile grew as he looked from his hand to her face. She was alive, and warm, his wife.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into a tight hug. "Oh Isobel," he murmured, kissing the top of her head.