"Next Christmas?" he asked, looking down at me as if I were crazy. "Like a year from now? That's not soon."
"I thought that was soon," I said. "I assumed it took a while to plan a wedding, and thought people might think we were rushing into it if we did it any sooner."
"Since when do you care what people think," he asked.
I shrugged and smiled shyly. "Do you want to do it sooner?" I asked.
He laughed. "I'm ready to do it yesterday," he said.
"Me too," I said, "I just didn't want anyone to think—"
"I don't care what they think," he said. "And nobody's gonna think anything anyway."
"What about Christmas then. Or maybe New Years?"
"Like in a few weeks?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Or whatever you were thinking," I said.
"Christmas sounds great. The sooner the better as far as I'm concerned."
I smiled at him and bit my lip. "I can't believe we're doing it."
"I can," he said. "It's the most natural thing in the world to me."
I stared up at him. "I'm gonna be a good wife to you," I said.
"I know you will," he said, smiling.
He placed a gentle kiss on my lips. It was an unspoken promise that he'd be good to me too.
Everything had happened really quickly between us, but it was flawless—a seamless plan by The Master Planner. Maybe it took some tears to get us there, but they now seemed like a distant memory. I was right where I was supposed to be, and so was he.
The End
(till book 2)
S.D.G.
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