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We dressed and the staff helped us with our hair for two minutes. Mine was short, so there wasn’t much to comb. I went down to one knee and asked, “Do you want to cut those sides so you can see the ball better when you play?”
“I heard you talking to Mom at the game. You think my hair is why I can’t catch well?”
“Yeah.”
“Do it.” He nodded at me and stood like a soldier.
I took the clippers from the girl and shaved the edges myself and then handed it back for her to finish his cut.
As she finished, Jeremy stared up at me. I patted him on the back and said, “You’re even more handsome now.”
He beamed at me like I’d just given him the biggest gift out there.
Jeremy walked beside me and, again, I saw my father in his face. We made it to the bridge and saw the lineup for the gondolas. The wedding staff directed us to a side entrance, and toward a waiting boat with a minister.
“Is this a boat?” Jeremy asked as we jumped in.
He put his weight back and forth to shake the boat and then as I reached him, he put his head over the side and checked that there was water or something. He sat in his seat like he was fine a moment later.
I leaned forward. “Your mom said she wanted to get married on the gondola. She wanted privacy.”
He took his phone out of his pocket and asked, “Can I take a picture to send to my aunts and uncles?”
“Yeah,” I said. The wedding staff was moving. Finally, I’d have the only woman in my heart as mine for a lifetime. This was good. I stood in the boat and saw the silk and lace and then locked gazes with Georgie’s brown eyes. “Your mom is breathtaking.”
She was a vision as she came toward me and my chest was tight. As she reached the boat, she held her hands out and asked, “Can you two help me step down?”
“Absolutely.” I reached past her poofy dress at the bottom and glanced at her now white jeweled figure on display as I held her to get her down.
She fixed my bowtie and then our son's. “You both look great. Nice haircut.”
“Michael did it.”
“Jeremy agreed and we discussed it.”
“We did.”
I helped her to her seat as she slightly rocked the boat.
“And you’re beautiful, Georgie.”
“It’s the makeup,” she said and glanced away.
“No, it’s you. You’re beautiful.”
Her face had a blush, but she didn’t argue.
The officiant then pointed toward me and her as he said, “You two take that seat. Jeremy, sit next to me while I get your parents married.”
And, in a dream, a few minutes later, I said yes, and we were married.
We had a shot at forever now, if she’d let us.
Chapter 9
Georgie
“You may now kiss the bride,”the officiant said and my eyelids fluttered closed.
