Miles Ever After (The Miles High Club #5) Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors: Series: The Miles High Club Series by T.L. Swan
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
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“I can’t see them.” Fletcher cranes his neck.

I go to dial Jameson’s number and a cab pulls up in front of us. “Get in.”

“What?”

“Get in the cab, we will meet them at the church.” We all dive in the cab.

“Where to?” the bored cab driver asks.

“St Patrick’s Cathedral. We have eighteen minutes to get there and I’m the fucking groom. Drive it like you stole it.”

The cab driver’s eyes widen and he pulls out at speed into the traffic.

I text Jameson,

Meet us at the church,

We are in a cab.

I glance at my watch, fourteen minutes.

Fuck.

Claire

Dad holds my hand as we drive in the car, we are on our way to the church. I’m not sure if it’s being pregnant or what but I’m feeling overemotional. Like the whole entirety of my being is about to be played out.

It’s my wedding day.

My second wedding day.

A day that I never imagined doing twice.

I stare out the car window with my mind in a whirlwind, flicking between time zones. Reminiscing from my last wedding…. my last groom, to this life and this man.

Loving my new husband-to-be so deeply that I don’t have the words to describe it.

Two men, two very different loves.

One, my childhood sweetheart, the only man I knew, and we had all our firsts together. The father of my children, our love was easy and uncomplicated. Everything to achieve and nothing to prove.

And then there’s Tristan, my beautiful, gorgeous Tristan.

Our love is deep, so deep that I don’t know how I could have ever lived a life without his love. And looking back, I don’t think I was meant to.

We were always going to meet, always going to be together.

Tristan’s love brought me back to life, brought my children back to life. He will never ever know the depths of my love and appreciation for him.

He had the world at his feet and yet, he fell in love with me. Never once did he falter, never once did he miss a step. Rock sturdy, the love of our lives.

I put my hand over my stomach and smile wistfully out the window. Our baby.

A celebration of the two of us.

“Are you okay, love?” Dad asks.

Am I okay?

“I’m than okay, Dad.” I smile broadly. “I’m great.” The car slowly pulls to a stop out the front of the church and I glance down at myself. “Do I look okay?”

“You look so beautiful. He’s a very lucky man.”

I’m wearing a cream lace fitted wedding gown, complete with full veil. I would have been happy to get married in a registry office but Tristan wanted the whole shebang.

So here I am, pregnant and dressed in a traditional wedding dress.

A cab pulls up across the road and the four doors all swing open at the same time. “What’s….”

Fletcher jumps out and then Harrison.

“What in the world?” I frown.

Tristan appears and drags Patrick out by the hand; he nearly pulls his arm out the socket.

Like maniacs they run across the road dressed in their suits and disappear into the church.

Dad and I look at each other and then back at them. “What in the world?”

“I have no idea.” Dad shrugs.

Suddenly Tristan’s car pulls up and Jameson, Elliot and Christopher dive out, also dressed in black tie, and sprint into the church.

I burst out laughing, only us. I don’t know what’s happened but I’m pretty sure Tristan would be stressed out to the max.

The driver goes to open my door.

I wind down the window. “I just want to wait a few moments if that’s okay?”

“Of course.” He stands back.

We sit in the car for a bit and Dad twists his lips. “What do you reckon made them so late?”

We both burst out laughing. “God only knows.”

Marley and the bridesmaids catch sight of us and come bounding over to the car. “Come on. Come on.”

“Okay.” I beam. “Let’s do this.”

The traditional bridal waltz echoes through the church and I watch on as Marley, then Melanie and Samantha, my cousins, walk down the aisle in front of me.

The church is decorated with beautiful white flowers in the most over-the-top grandeur. Tristan has thought of every little detail and planned this wedding to perfection.

With a lump in my throat Dad and I make our way down the aisle, and then I see him.

Them.

My four boys all lined up in a row.

My entire heart and everything in between.

Black dinner suits, disheveled hair, their smiles so big that they could light up space.

Patrick is bouncing on the end in excitement.

But it’s Tristan that I’m fixed on.

His eyes sparkle with that certain something and the look he gives me is pure mischief, he’s biting his lip and goes up onto his toes in excitement.

I get the giggles as I get closer, and so does he. Everyone in the church does too.

This is unbelievable.

Never in a million years when we had that first meeting could we have ever imagined this.


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