Page 145 of My All American Girl

She grinned. “And I’m going to be the best wife you could want.”

“I want you to know this is it for me,” I said. “You know why things didn’t work the first time. I’m committed to making them work this time. You are stuck with me until I’m old, gray, and unable to remember my name.”

She threw back her head and laughed loudly, drawing the attention of everyone in the bar. “I’m holding you to that, Dean.” she said. “You’ve got a few years on me, but just know some of this is bound to go south and I’m going to have lots of wrinkles. I’m going to look like a shriveled prune, and you better still love me.”

“I promise you, I will,” I told her. “You have my word.”

The rest of the night was a blur. There were too many shots brought by well-wishers, congratulations from everyone we knew, and even from some people we didn’t. We moved through the crowd hand in hand. Our friends took turns pulling us onto the dance floor as our favorite songs played. I found myself spinning Sarah around as she sang along to an old rock song, her arm stretched victoriously in the air. The crowd cheered for us as we danced like there was no tomorrow.

There was no way I was driving home. Jude promised to get us both home, which allowed me to have a good time without having to be the responsible one.

Before I knew it, my beautiful bride-to-be was climbing on a chair and whistling to get everyone’s attention. As was her normal, Sarah led the familiar chant that had become a staple of our gatherings.

“We like the Air Force, Air Force can party, Party hardy, Party hardy all night long!”

The chant echoed through the bar. Soon the entire room was alive with laughter and music. Sarah pulled me out onto the dance floor. Her confidence and joy were infectious. I felt like the luckiest man alive. This woman was going to be my wife.

As the night wore on, we found a quiet moment together, leaning against the bar. I pulled her close, our foreheads touching.

“Today was perfect,” I murmured.

“It really was,” she agreed, her eyes sparkling. “I can’t believe we’re engaged.”

“Believe it,” I said, kissing her softly. “We’re in this together, Sarah. Forever. You are going to be stuck with me for the rest of your life. Or mine. Whatever comes first.”

“We’re going to be one of those couples that dies together holding hands.”

“That’s dark.” I laughed.

“No, it’s beautiful.”

We shared another kiss. I knew that no matter where the Air Force sent us, no matter what challenges we faced, we would always find our way back to each other. Our journey was just beginning, and I couldn’t wait to see where it would take us.

After Jude dropped us off, we fell into bed together. I held Sarah close, feeling peace and contentment.

“Goodnight, Dean,” she whispered, her voice soft.

“Goodnight, Sarah,” I replied, kissing her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she murmured, drifting off to sleep.

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