“This is our song,” she says softly. With my phone still clutched in her hand, she wraps her arms around me and buries her face in my chest.
My phone chimes with a message, which has her moving away just as the song ends. Looking at the screen, she smiles before turning it to show me.
Jamie: You’re killing us. Did she say yes?!
I throw my head back and laugh. “We better get back. Knowing Jamie, she’ll have your brother drive her back here.”
“I can see her doing just that.”
She hands me my phone, and I send off a group text to our friends and parents.
Group text: She said yes!
I power off my phone before sliding it into my pocket. We’ll see them soon enough.
I wake to the moon shining through the window of my childhood bedroom. Lifting my head, I look over at the nightstand to see it’s a little after 5:00 a.m. No way am I getting back to sleep.
Today is my wedding day.
I replay last night, the proposal, and then the news that our wedding is planned. He remembered every detail, and while some girls might be offended they didn’t get to do all the work, I’m relieved. Who needs the stress of the planning? I love the fact that Dave did that for me. For us. He took a gamble, sure, but my fiancé knows me all too well. He had to know I wouldn’t be upset.
He followed my details to the letter, or that’s what Jamie told me last night. Apparently he typed it all out and passed out duties to our friends. They were all in on it, our parents too. How could I be upset about having people who love me willing to go out of their way to make my wedding day everything I ever dreamed?
Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I send David a message.
Me: I miss you.
David: Did you get any sleep at all?
Me: Yeah, a few hours. Just woke up. You?
David: Same. It’s hard to sleep when you’re not next to me.
Me: We’re taking care of that later today.
David: That we are.
Me: Thank you.
David: For?
Me: Loving me.
I see the bubbles pop up and then disappear, as if he were replying but then changed his mind. Two seconds later, my phone vibrates, and his picture is smiling back at me.
“Hello,” I whisper.
“Never thank me for loving you. Never thank me for something that is as easy as breathing.”
My eyes well up with tears at his sweet words. “I love you.”
“I know you do, baby. I love you too. Today, you’re going to give me a precious gift. In turn, I’ll do the same.”
“My heart,” I murmur.
“Yeah, your heart for mine?” he asks.
“That’s the best offer I’ve had in a while.”