“What?” he asked, amused.
I blinked up at him. “I’m somebody’s wife.”
“Not just somebody’s,” his lip curled upward, “mine.”
Shivers raced up and down my spine. “Yours,” I whispered and pressed my face against his chest, breathing him in. “Forever.”
“It’s only forever,” he murmured, “that’s not long at all.”
He just quoted the late and great David Bowie and it only caused me to fall in love with him that much more.
I closed my eyes and thought about how things have changed. A few months ago I dreaded every waking day, but now? Now I couldn’t wait for the rest of my life by Ryder’s side. By my husband’s side. I had a fecking husband. Emotion filled me, and for the first time in a long time I felt nothing but delight. Everything was how it should be. I had my family, my friends, my husband, and my whole life with him ahead of me.
My eyes welled up with tears and I smiled. For months I willed myself never to cry because I was afraid it would show as a weakness, but now I knew it was another way to express pure happiness.
It’s okay, I told myself, you can cry.