Page 81 of Accidental Irish Daddy

He takes my hands as I approach and whispers, “Can’t wait to get to ‘you may now kiss the bride’.”

My cheeks heat up. “Sweet talker, you.”

As the ceremony begins, he whispers one last thing to me, “Is tú mo chuisle, m’fhíorghrá.”

You are my pulse, my true love…

“I love you,” I whisper back as tears fill my eyes.

For all the darkness that surrounded us and tried to change everything that we are, we still found each other.

May nothing tear our love asunder.

The End.

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“That’s strike one.”

I know life isn’t easy and some have it better than others, but the truth is, there is no such thing as a perfect life, no matter how much money someone has. Take me for example. At thirty-six, I have more money than I can spend in a few lifetimes, I’m fit and healthy, and yet, for someone who seems to have it all, something’s missing. I just wish I knew what.

Ever since I was eleven or so, I live life by one rule: “Three strikes, you’re out.” It has served me well so far, both in business and in bed. In the twenty-five years since I formulated it, this personal directive in my life has made my personal wealth increase at the expense of my contentment.

But now, something is changing. It’s like some part of me is on the prowl, hungry for something to happen. Truth is, I always thought that, by now, I would be sharing my life with someone. Someone with whom I can share my successes and even theoccasional failure. As the big 4-0 looms, something heavy about my stagnant heart rises to the forefront of my mind more often than I’d like. Which brings us to Sergio’s this evening. I glance down at my watch. It’s just gone past eight and already this is not looking good. The beautiful woman seated across the table from me is frowning.

“I...I don’t play baseball,” she says.

My date’s beauty alone is probably enough for most men. It would probably be enough for me too, not long ago. But at this point, I find myself needing more. The fact that such a simple analogy seems to throw her off her game, no pun intended, is a bit of a turn off, really. And though I could put her out of her misery and explain myself, I realize I want to give her a chance to prove me wrong.

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