We’ve gotten closer, too. A family again. Life is beginning to feel complete.
I check my suit and brush at imaginary dirt on the sleeve. Not allowing me to see her in her dress before the wedding has been a fun game for her. I’ve played along, sneaking around trying to get a peek. I think the tradition is silly and the waiting is fucking killing me. I’m pacing the length of the room when my phone pings with a text from Bailey.
It’s about time.
I’m ready, beautiful.
I can’t wait to be your wife. I love you.
Love you, too, baby. Until forever ends.
Until forever ends, my love.