Adam’s eyebrows pull together as he glances at the dog beside him. “I don’t know.”
I turn around, facing all of our guests. “Did anyone lose a dog?”
Surprised expressions look around at each other and then at the dog, who has now made its way next to the officiant. He sits beside him and looks from me to Adam as if saying. “I’m here and ready. Let’s get this party started.”
“Are you allergic to dogs?” Adam whispers, his voice carrying humor in it. I gaze into his eyes and see them dancing.
I shake my head. “I’m not. Why?”
“Because I think we just got adopted.” He chuckles. We both look at the dog, his mouth wide in what appears to be a smile, and he winks at us.
“Did you see that?” I gasp just as Adam lets out a belly laugh.
“Yes, I did,” he responds. “Looks like we may have a new member of the Daniels family.”
The officiant looks down as the pup places his paw on his leg and holds it there.
“Looks like someone is ready to begin,” he says loudly, and laughter rings throughout the crowd. “How about the two of you? Are you ready to get started?”
“Yes,” Adam and I say; at the same time, our new friend lets out a bark. Causing another round of laughter.
“Since we have that settled, let’s get you two married…again.”
Our first wedding wasperfect, but having family and friends celebrate with us this time made everything feel complete.
We decided on a simple buffet-style dinner in an outdoor canopy tent for the reception. Six tables were set up in a horseshoe shape, with a small dance floor in the center.
Adam and I were happy having an intimate dinner celebration, but my father was not having any of that. He was resolute in needing a father/daughter dance, and I am grateful he was.
We spent some time checking in with people around Lookout Mountain Park to see if anyone had lost a dog, but we came up empty. Finally, we called the police to report the missing pup and told them we would be taking him home with us, but we left a number for the owners to call.
The entire night, he has been walking around with Adam and me, greeting everyone as if he’s been a member of the family forever.
Adam’s arms are wrapped around me, holding me close as we sway to the music. I’ve been staring at the little black and white pup sitting on the outskirts of the dance floor, watching us with his mouth happily hanging open. His keen brown eyes look as if they don’t miss anything.
“Have you ever heard of something like this happening?” I glance up at my husband, who’s watching the dog, smiling.
“Never.” He shakes his head.
“It felt like he knew exactly who we were, right? Like he belongs with us,” I say in awe. “Do I sound crazy?”
Adam turns his face to me and lets his eyes roam over every feature of my face. “If you had asked me that question six months ago, I would’ve given you a resounding yes.” He runs a finger along my chin; the heat in his eyes sends warmth through my body.
“I thought my life was over when I was traded to the Mavericks, but it turns out a twist of fate led me here. To you.” His brown eyes are filled with adoration as he looks at me. He gently pushes a strand of hair behind my ear before he leans in to kiss me.
His lips on mine are full of love and promises of a future filled with joy and happiness.
The room fills with laughter. Adam and I look around to see everyone staring at our feet. We both look down to discover the dog looking up at us with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
“Hello?” Adam says, answering his phone. “Can you hold on one second, I’d like to put you on speaker so my wife can hear.”
“Sure,” the voice on the line says.
“Jade, would you mind starting from the beginning?” Adam beams at me.
“My name is Jade, and I’m calling from the Mile High Mutts Rescue.” I glance down at the dog at our feet. His eyes are bright as he listens to Jade. “It sounds like you’ve found our escape artist. He has run from the shelter more times than we can count. Normally, he comes back after he’s been on one of his adventures. Today, it seems like you were his adventure.”
My eyes widen, and I cover my mouth. Laughter bubbling up.