Isabella's POV

The party was wild, but not wild enough for me. I guess after everything I'd been through, a bit of excitement felt nice. Still, my body ached, and I could feel the remnants of my past injuries healing slowly. The people around me were dancing, laughing, and celebrating, but I felt a heaviness in my chest and a dull pain where the bruises still lingered. I wasn't complaining—I knew it would take time to heal, both physically and emotionally.

Deckard caught me staring off, probably sensing something was off. He walked up beside me, placing a hand on my back. "It hurts, doesn't it?" he asked, his voice gentle but filled with concern.

"Yeah, a little bit," I admitted, leaning into his touch. He always knew what to say to make me feel safe, even when I was hurting.

"Well, we just have to get through the speeches," he said, trying to lighten the mood. I smiled at him.

Then, Owen stood up, and the room went quiet as he began his speech. I hadn't expected him to be so emotional, but he spoke from the heart, sharing stories of how he had seen Deckard and me fall in love. My heart swelled at the words, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for how welcomed I was into their family.

When Owen finished, Deckard got up, walked over to him, and gave him a hug. I stood, making my way over to my new brother-in-law. "Thank you for everything," I said softly as I wrapped my arms around him. He smiled at me, his eyes warm with sincerity.

After the speeches, I couldn't help but notice how Deckard kept his eyes on me. His love for me was so evident, and it made me feel like the luckiest woman alive.

Jakob's speech followed, and I couldn't stop the tears that welled up in my eyes. His words about how proud he was of me and how much he loved me touched me deeply. "If you ever hurt my sister, I will kill you," he joked, and I knew he was only half-joking.

Deckard laughed, shaking Jakob's hand. "Don't worry, I'll never hurt her. I love her too much." That made my heart flutter.

I walked over to Jakob, wrapping my arms around him, savoring the feeling of family, of home. "I'm so happy you're here," I whispered, feeling that sense of comfort I had always craved.

As the night wore on, everyone said their goodbyes, and Jakob was the first to hug me and wish me farewell—well, more like a 'see you later.' Owen and Magdalene said their goodbyes too, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for how welcoming they had all been.

Deckard and I walked along the beach, hand in hand. The soft sand beneath our feet, the gentle sound of the waves—it was the perfect moment. He pulled off his jacket, spreading it on the ground to help me sit down.

"I can't believe it," he said, looking down at me with a smile. "I'm married to the woman I love."

I looked up at him, still in disbelief that I was married to the man of my dreams. "I can't believe I'm married to you."

And with that, our lips met in a passionate kiss.

Later, back in our room, we were still floating from the high of the night. "You get the honeymoon suite," someone had said as we passed by, and I couldn't help but smile. It was perfect.

Deckard led me to the bed, kissing me softly at first, then with more intensity. I pulled him closer to me, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. "I love you, Deckard Shaw," I whispered against his lips.

"I love you, Isabella Shaw," he responded, his voice low and full of emotion.

We fell onto the bed, our wedding clothes discarded on the floor. There was no need for words anymore, just the sound of our hearts beating together, the world fading away as we became lost in each other.

Deckard's POV

I watched Isabella, her beautiful smile hiding the exhaustion she felt, the weight of everything she had been through. The party was lively, but I could tell it wasn't the type of celebration she wanted—at least not tonight. She was still healing, both physically and emotionally. I couldn't blame her. It had been a hell of a journey to get here. But I was proud of her, proud of how strong she was.

I walked up to her, sensing her discomfort, and laid a hand on her back. "It hurts, doesn't it?" I asked gently, my thumb stroking her spine in slow, soothing motions.

"Yeah, a little bit," she said, leaning into me.

"Well, we just have to get through the speeches," I said with a small smile, hoping to ease her mind.

Owen's speech caught me off guard. He spoke about how we had saved Isabella, and how he knew from the start that she was someone special. When he said, "I know when my brother falls in love," my chest swelled with pride. I had fallen hard for her, and everyone could see it. The love between us was undeniable.

I went to give Owen a hug after his speech, a gesture of gratitude and camaraderie. As I pulled away, Isabella made her way over to him. She didn't have to say much, but the hug spoke volumes. She was now part of our family, and I couldn't have been happier about it.

Jakob's speech hit me in a different way. He's my brother-in-law now, and I could see the protective side of him when he made the joke about hurting Isabella. I knew he was only kidding, but I still took it seriously.

"Don't worry, I'll never hurt her," I said, giving him a firm handshake. "I love her too much."

Seeing Isabella embrace Jakob afterward made me feel like we were finally complete, like everything was falling into place. Our family—his family—was now mine too, and I would protect them all with everything I had.

After the speeches, I couldn't stop looking at Isabella. She was radiant, happy, and it felt like nothing else mattered.

As we walked along the beach, the world felt like it was just the two of us. I laid my jacket down on the sand for her to sit on, gazing down at her with pure adoration. "I can't believe it. I'm married to the woman I love."

Her eyes met mine, and she smiled, a smile that stole my breath away. "I can't believe I'm married to you."

It felt like a dream, but it was real. She was mine, and I was hers.

Back in our room, someone had mentioned the honeymoon suite, and I couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face. The night had been perfect, but this... this was just for us.

I led her to the bed, the passion between us igniting once more. She pulled me closer, whispering "I love you, Deckard Shaw."

And I responded in kind, my heart racing. "I love you, Isabella Shaw."

We fell into each other, the world slipping away, and for the first time, everything felt exactly as it should.