Page 24 of Hot Response
“Look!” Kylie said with a giggle. The other girls ooed and awed, and my attention moved to my bride.
Right on her shoulder sat a beautiful, bright blue butterfly. Just the sight of it made my shoulders lighter. The photographer rushed over and took a couple of shots. My bride smiled, and I swear to god she glowed.
I didn’t have to wonder to know it was Sara stopping by to make sure she gave me a sign that she was okay. Not just from wherever she was but with this, with my life. I blinked tears away and smiled.
“I better go see my wife,” I muttered, not giving the two guys a glance as I moved through the crowd and straight to the dance floor. When I reached her, I swear the butterfly made eye contact with me before it flew off.
“Hey, handsome. Did you see that?” Evie’s eyes were wide and bright.
“I did. You okay? Need anything? Something to drink or eat or maybe?—“
“Just my husband,” she cut me off. “And for him to dance with me,” she requested. I felt my face turn warm.
There was a lot I could do and not blink an eye over. Walk onto a scene with blood and guts, no problem. But dancing? I had two left feet. Luckily, the DJ turned on something slow. A soft Spanish song about loving someone for a hundred years and it not being enough. My hand wrapped around her waist. Her baby bump was steady and cozy between us as she leaned forward and rested her head on my shoulder. We slow-danced the night away.
I couldn’t believe this was my life. I felt so damn lucky. Like I’d won the lottery somehow. I’d given up on the idea of my own happily ever after. Thankfully, love hadn’t given up on me.
