Privately, we’d spent the most time debating what to wear. The feelings we wanted to talk about were very real and very serious, as important as the ones Daniel and I would exchange vows over the following day, but getting dressed up for something private felt far from necessary. In the end, we’d both changed into something comfortable; Daniel, a worn pair of jeans and a plain white undershirt, no socks, and I’d opted fora pair of linen pants with a black tank top, no bra. Finn was the most overdressed of us, a problem I remedied before we reached his bedroom. I stripped Finn out of his tie and his belt, his work shoes and his fancy socks. He was barefoot and hungry when we reached the bedroom, stumbling over his feet when he saw the velvet box in the middle of his bed.
“What’s this?”
Daniel patted a spot beside him on the bed and Finn went to him, sitting down and fidgeting his hands together in his lap.
“There’s something we wanted to do tonight,” I explained, joining them and sliding the box closer to Finn. “I’m sorry we kept it from you, but we wanted it to be a surprise.”
“We wanted it to be special,” Daniel said.
“Okay,” Finn murmured, glancing nervously toward the box.
“I don’t think I would have handled this relationship as well as you have,” I explained, taking Finn’s hand and kissing the tops of his knuckles. “I want you to know I see it and I’m thankful for it every day.”
His eyes searched my face, glassy but alert.
“Even though Daniel and I are getting legally married tomorrow, neither of us want you to think that will change anything between us.”
“I don’t,” he said softly.
“Finn,” Daniel chided, and Finn rolled his eyes, sighing heavily.
“I’m trying to not,” he corrected.
“Sophie has been agonizing over her something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue,” Daniel said. “It was important for her that everything be just so.”
“Of course,” Finn agreed.
I smoothed my hand over the front of my chest, a delicate gold necklace that had been passed down from my grandmotherrested over the top of my collarbone, a small diamond pendant hanging in the middle.
“This is old,” I explained.
Daniel fingered the ring box, flipping the lid open and holding it out for Finn to examine. He’d asked me earlier if he should get on one knee and I’d told him to do whatever felt right in the moment. The three of us together on the same level definitely felt right to me.
“This is new.” Daniel took the ring out of the box and handed it to me. I tapped it against the top of Finn’s left ring finger.
“If you want it,” I said quickly.
“I want it,” he answered.
The band we’d picked for him was simple, a combination of mine and Daniel’s, meant to demonstrate the fact he was the glue between the two of us, something vital that held us together and kept us whole. Daniel told him as much while I slid the band onto Finn’s finger. It fit as perfectly as I’d known it would. Finn swallowed hard and studied the shape of it without saying another word.
“Borrowed felt a little flimsy, but Marshall pulled some strings to get us a one-day property rental for a little post-ceremony reception tomorrow, so I think it counts,” I continued.
Finn blinked hard and bit the inside of his cheek. “And the blue?”
Daniel pulled a blue envelope out of the nightstand and set it on Finn’s lap. He opened it with long and shaking fingers, tearing the paper and pulling out the carefully folded itinerary for the honeymoon.
Forourhoneymoon.
“What’s this?”
“This is me hoping it’s not too late for you to take next week off work,” I said with a shy smile. “Because it wouldn’t be a honeymoon without you.”
Finn rubbed his thumb across the paper, clearing his throat.
“Where is Cherry Creek?” he asked.
“In the mountains. A place with good views and no cell phone service.”
