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Being a surgeon is work.

Work that I’ve done for

the entirety of my adult life.

Work that I took an oath to put before anything—to love more than anything.

But today, our vows overtake that oath.

Because today I vow that the most important work I ever do will be the work that is done within our marriage.

It’s short and simple, but it’s significant—I would give it all up for her, and I want her to know that.

Her emerald eyes dance in the sun as she smiles and leans in close. “Guess this means I finally have to move in with you, huh?”

I smile back at her. “Guess so.”

She steps back and looks at the officiant to signal that she’s ready to say her own vows. But I barely hear her speak because all I can think about is how she’s about to be my wife for real this time.

When the news about the marriage certificate broke, I wasn’t sure how she would react. Of course, I knew that she loved me, but she was abundantly clear that she never intended to get married. I prepared myself for the possibility that when she was no longer bound by law to be my wife, she wouldn’t be interested in me.

But her response shocked me in the very best way, just like the words that come out of her mouth after she finishes her vows.

“I actually have something to say too,” she adds, looking at the officiant.

The crowd laughs as he nods in permission.

“Why am I not surprised,” I tease, shaking my head in amusement as she steps forward. “You always have something to say.”

Morgan rolls her eyes and reaches into her dress pocket to pull out a piece of paper with chicken scratch writing on it. “I wrote them just in case.”

I’ve always heard that you’re not supposed to keep score in a relationship.

But every time you look at me,

I feel like I’ve won.

I’ve always heard that marriage is hard.

But with you, it has only felt easy.

I’ve always heard that soulmates exist.

But I never believed it

until you opened my eyes.

Because you always have been, and you

always will be, so much more than my friend.

Chapter 40

Morgan

As a self-identifying nature hater, the absolute last place I wanted to go on my honeymoon was anywhere near the woods. My ideal destination was something along the lines of an over-the-water bungalow in Bora Bora, not a tiny cabin in Blue Ridge without access to basic amenities like Wi-Fi. That being said, the past two days have been some of the most relaxing that I’ve had in a while. And I think Walker can say the same thing because he hasn’t once mentioned work, his to-do list, or anything related to life outside of our mountainside bubble.

The knotty pine cabin he inherited from his grandfather is small, with a main living area that includes a small kitchen, a two-person dining set, and a leather couch in front of a gorgeous stone hearth. The only bedroom is a loft that’s barely big enough for a king-size platform bed, though we’ve not been doing a ton of sleeping because we’ve spent a good portion of this trip naked in some form or another.And after this crazy month, an all-you-can-kink buffet is exactly what the doctor ordered.

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