I hope I do the same for him.
“Without further ado, I now pronounce you, husband and wife. Evan, you may kiss your bride.”
Evan doesn’t hesitate and smashes his lips to mine. The initial awkwardness eases, and he puts his arm around my waist while the back of his hand strokes my cheek. When we part, he says, “I love you, Mrs. Archer.”
“I love you,” my words dangle in the air. For years, I’ve called him Archer, and I don’t want to stop, and I don’t want to add mister. “Archer,” I finally say. “You’ll always be Archer to me.”
“Fine by me,” he says. We part, hold hands and face our friends and family.
“It gives me great pleasure to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Evan Archer.”
Our hands go up, and we kiss again.