CHAPTER 366: FOUND MY HOME (1)

Georgia’s POV

After the ceremony ended after the vows, the tears, the laughter, and the applause, Candice guided us toward our suite to rest and change for the reception. But the moment we stepped inside the hallway, Nick’s hand tightened around mine. By the time we reached the door, he wasn’t just holding me anymore; he was practically towing me like a man seconds away from exploding.

The second the door clicked open, he spun around.

"Everybody out!" Nick barked.

The wedding planning team, Candice, two assistants, and a poor guy holding a steamer all scrambled out like startled ducklings. The door slammed shut, and before I could form a single word, Nick pulled me into the strongest embrace of my life.

His arms wrapped fully around me, lifting me slightly off my feet as his entire body trembled.

"Oh God... thank you, God," he whispered against my hair, voice thick and shaking.

"Nick..." My tears rose so fast I barely heard myself. They slipped down my cheeks before I could stop them.

He pulled back just enough to cup my face, thumbs brushing the wetness away with a gentleness that made my heart ache. His eyes were red, breath uneven.

"When?" he asked, voice cracking. "When did you start remembering? And why... why didn’t you tell me right away?"

I smiled through the blur of my tears. "Because I wanted to surprise you."

His brows furrowed adorably as I continued, "I started remembering bits when we... made love. And everything came back last night after watching the video you sent."

For a second, he just looked at me—eyes widening, lips parting—and then he yanked me back into his chest again.

"So it worked. And that’s why you left me on seen last night," he breathed out, like a man praying and laughing at the same time. "Thank God—thank God it worked."

I laughed softly against him. "Yes, babe, it did... but you’re kind of suffocating me."

He instantly let go, stepping back with a boyish grin and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sorry. I—okay, wait."

He grabbed my shoulders and examined me like a frantic doctor. "You remember everything, right? No headaches? No more gaps? Nothing feels fuzzy? No dizziness?"

I giggled because he looked ridiculous and adorable and completely in love.

"Yes, husband," I teased, "I’m back to myself."

The word ’husband’ froze him mid-panic.

He blinked.

Slowly, a grin stretched across his face, wide, real, breathtaking.

"Say it again," he whispered.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Husband."

He exhaled like I had just handed him the universe.

"Right..." he said with a laugh, pulling me close again. "I can finally call you wife without hiding it."

He pressed a kiss to my forehead, soft, slow, reverent.

"Let’s get changed," he murmured, still smiling. "I need to get back out there so I can scream to the entire world that you are my wife now."

Nick started unbuttoning his shirt. But the moment he slipped it off, reality slapped me harder than the ocean breeze outside the balcony.

Oh no.

I remembered exactly what I was wearing under this gown.

The white lace lingerie set, the one the girls gave me last night, the one Ella called "The outfit that will make your husband malfunction."

Yeah. That one.

Panic fluttered through me, and I snatched up my other dress as gracefully as someone panicking could possibly do.

"I’ll, uh, I’ll change in the bathroom!" I squeaked.

Nick stopped halfway through unzipping his pants and raised a brow, amused.

"You’re going to change there? Don’t tell me you suddenly got shy around your husband."

"I am not shy," I insisted with a laugh that absolutely sounded like someone being very, very shy. "I just need to pee! And change at the same time. Efficiency!" I rambled as I scooted toward the bathroom door.

He chuckled, shaking his head, completely unaware of the lace disaster underneath my gown, and let me escape.

Once inside, I exhaled dramatically, removed my wedding dress before it could expose my entire soul to the man I married again, and slipped into my reception dress. It was a simple, elegant thin-strap empire gown, still bridal, still magical, but more fitting for dancing barefoot on sand.

When I came back out, Nick was already dressed in a crisp white long-sleeved shirt and khaki pants, sleeves rolled, hair still a bit messy from how he’d hugged me earlier. Handsome. Effortlessly so.

"You ready?" he asked, eyes softening the moment he saw me.

I nodded, and his grin widened. "Good. Let’s go, I’m excited for the party."

But when we stepped into the hallway, Candice and her team stood there like emergency responders awaiting news.

"Is everything alright?" she blurted anxiously.

Nick broke into a wide, proud smile. "Yes. I was just excited after my wife gave me the best surprise of my life."

Candice let out a long, dramatic sigh, hand pressed to her chest. "Thank goodness. I thought you were angry or, God forbid, arguing."

Nick and I burst into laughter at the same time.

Then she turned to her assistants with a quick snap of command mode:

"Inform the team, the couple will be entering the reception."

And that was when Nick glanced at me... with a look that said he absolutely planned to steal a few more moments alone before facing the crowd again.

Moments later, Nick and I stepped toward the reception area, the music shifted, upbeat drums, soft guitar strums, and the kind of melody that made you want to kick off your shoes and run barefoot through sand.

Candice peeked from behind the curtain that separated us from the venue.

"Ready?" she whispered.

Nick intertwined his fingers with mine, giving my hand a small squeeze, firm, warm, grounding.

"Ready, wife?" he murmured, making butterflies riot inside my stomach.

The curtains lifted.

A roar of cheers erupted.

"MR. AND MRS. KNIGHT!!!"

The spotlight cut through the evening glow and landed right on us. Nick grinned, tugged me closer, and spun me right into his arms in one smooth motion.

Nick led me to the dance floor, and I frowned, confused. It was the order of the program that Candice told us.

Then my eyes caught the stage. Liam, Vicky, and Oliver were there, behind the music instruments that they played when Nick proposed to me.

"Uh... What is going on?" I asked Nick, but he only smiled and spun me one more time before placing one of his hands around my waist while the other held my hand.

"You’ll see..." he said with a wide smile before turning to the stage.