I look at this woman. A woman who may not have loved me when she came, but a woman I claimed. She claimed my heart, and she owns my soul. I’d be lost without her. We might not have met in the most traditional of ways and we definitely had our share of road blocks, but I wouldn’t change any of it.
“I love you, Carly Matthews, forever.”
“I love you, Stone. I’ll love you forever and a day.”
“Daddy! Here’s my book!” Lela cries, coming back into the room, and we both smile.
I may have ordered a bride from the internet over five years ago, but I didn’t get a bride.
I got my soulmate.