At an altar in the hotel garden decorated with white flowers and green leaves neatly arranged in iron arches, Travis was standing there with the priest and Taylor as well. the man who was wearing a black suit with a bow tie looked straight ahead where many relatives and guests were sitting in rows on white chairs while in the middle there was a white carpet that stretched straight to the hotel terrace.
Travis took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. He tried to relax because right now he was very nervous.
'God, I hope you don't punish me because I married without my father's blessing. I really can't put off this wedding any longer...I don't want to keep the mother of my child waiting for me to marry her…' Travis smiled faintly as he glanced at Theodore who was in Daniela's lap. 'I want to officially be his father… I want him to be happy….I hope my decision is not wrong, and I hope when my father returns, he will accept this marriage and will love my son and my wife.'
