Page 136 of Big D!ck Energy

“Just work stuff. Championship match coming up. Lots of logistics.”

“On our anniversary?”

“Wrestling never sleeps, baby.”

The wine tasting was exactly the kind of activity Davina loved. The sommelier walked us through six different wines from the estate, but I was too busy watching my wife's face light up with each new pour.

She was radiant. Relaxed in a way I rarely saw her, all the usual tension she carried gone. Here, in this place I'd chosen for her, she was simply happy.

Tomorrow, I was going to make her happier.

“I like this one,” she announced, swirling a deep red in her glass. “The, um... what did he call it?”

“The reserve cabernet.”

I pulled out my phone under the table to check Brooke's latest update.

Brooke: Officiant arrived. Same Elvis impersonator from Vegas. Currently rehearsing his serious face. He will NOT be wearing the costume.

I choked on my wine.

“You okay?” Davina patted my back, concerned.

“Fine. Just… went down the wrong pipe.”

Dinner was at the estate restaurant, a farm-to-table experience that had Davina moaning over every course in a way that was frankly inappropriate for public consumption. We shared a bottle of the reserve cabernet she'd loved, talked about everything and nothing, and played footsie under the table like teenagers on a first date.

My phone buzzed one final time as we finished dessert.

Brooke: All systems go. Every guest is tucked away for the night. The ceremony starts at 11 am. I'll be at your cabin at 8 am with the dress. Get some sleep. Tomorrow, you marry your wife. AGAIN. (I'm crying as I type this.)

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.

“Okay, seriously.” Davina set down her fork, eyeing me. “What is with you and your phone today? You keep checking it and making faces.”

“Faces?”

“Happy faces. Suspicious happy faces.”

“Maybe I'm just happy to be here with you.”

“Uh-huh.” She wasn't buying it, but she was too relaxed from wine and good food to push further. “Well, whatever secret you're keeping, I hope it's a good one.”

“It is.” I reached across the table and took her hand. “Trust me.”

We walked back to the cabin under a sky thick with stars. Davina tucked herself under my arm and sighed, and I thought about how a year ago, I would have laughed at anyone who suggested this would be my life.

A wife I adored and a future I couldn't wait for.

Back in the cabin, I started a fire in the stone fireplace while Davina changed into something more comfortable, a silk robe that clung to her curves in ways that made concentration difficult. She emerged from the bedroom with two glasses and the bottle of wine we'd brought from the tasting, settling onto the plush rug in front of the flames.

“Come here.” She patted the space beside her. “I can't believe tomorrow marks a whole year.”

I joined her on the floor, accepting the glass she pressed into my hand as the fire crackled and popped.

In less than twelve hours, I would be standing at an altar watching her walk toward me, and I would promise to love her in front of everyone who mattered. This time, fully conscious and completely certain.

“Dallas.”