“We’re getting married,” I murmur, giddy with happiness.
“Yeah, honey,” Braden laughs, looking back at me.
“I can’t wait until I can call you my husband.”
“Then, let’s get this over with, wife.”
“Umm… while I appreciate the sentiment, hubby, I’m not sure you’re supposed to say you want to get this over with,” I chastise.
“If we hurry and get the wedding done, we can start the honeymoon,” he says, his voice dropping down a notch, the look in his eyes sending chills of anticipation over my body.
“Hurry up, Preacher. My man and I have plans!” I say excitedly and I’m instantly rewarded with laughter surrounding me—the loudest of which is Braden’s…
Which is exactly what I wanted.
He puts his arm around me, and we face the preacher together and I feel safe in saying that is how we always will be.
Forever.