“Shh!” She jerks her head toward the nurse inside the little room with us.
“Oh, honey, no worries. I’ve heard it all. Trust me.” The nurse glances over at me. “At least you didn’t burn your penis. Be thankful.”
My hand promptly falls to cover my unscathed penis—you know, just in case. “Thank God,” I whisper.
Haley reaches out and pokes my stomach—hard. The nurse laughs at our antics and smiles sweetly. “You two are fun. How long have you been married?”
I glance down to Haley, who’s now looking at me with love and not the desire to twist a knife into my gut. “Two weeks.”
“Love at first sight?” the nurse says.
“Something like that,” Haley mutters.
I peek up at the nurse and throw her a smile. “She begged me to marry her on a whim in Vegas,” I tease. It was definitelymewho beggedher.
“And did you?”
“Yes.”
“So?”
Glancing back down at my wife, I say, “It was the best decision tequila ever made for me.”
It’s the truth; I wouldn’t give up these last two weeks for anything. They’ve been blissful—burned ass and all—and I can’t wait to see what our future holds.