Page 145 of Big D!ck Energy

“You ridiculous man,” she managed. “You absolute disaster of a human being. You planned an entire surprise wedding just so you could propose to me properly?”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.” The word burst out of her like it couldn't be contained. “Yes, you idiot. Yes, I choose you. Yes, I'll marry you. Yes to everything, yes forever, yes…”

I slid the ring onto her finger before she could finish, and the way it caught the light there, sitting above the simple band she'd worn for a year, made my heart stutter.

Then I was on my feet, and she was in my arms, and I was kissing her with everything I had while our families and friends erupted into applause and cheers and what sounded like Matt yelling “Get a room!” from behind me.

I pulled back just enough to rest my forehead against hers.

“I love you,” I said. “I love you so much it scares me sometimes.”

“Good.” She sniffled. “I like you scared. It humanizes you.”

I laughed, pressing another quick kiss to her lips. “Ready to get married?”

“We’ve been married for a year. You're the one who decided we needed a do-over.”

I shook my head. “It's an upgrade.”

“Same difference.” But she was smiling, radiant despite the tears, clutching her bouquet in one hand and my hand with the other.

I turned to face the officiant, and Davina turned with me. She froze as she studied the man standing in front of us, his average build, his graying hair, his kind face. Recognition dawned slowly, like the sun cresting a hill.

“Wait.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “Wait. I know you.”

The officiant smiled, and something in that smile must have triggered a cascade of hazy memories, because Davina's eyes went wide.

She turned to me, mouth hanging open. “Oh my God, Dallas. Is that…”

“Davina.” The officiant spread his hands, his smile widening. “It's wonderful to see you again. Under better circumstances this time. You were considerably more... spirited the last time we met.”

“I was hammered the last time we met!”

“That too.”

She spun back to me, looking half-delighted and half-horrified. “You tracked down our Vegas Elvis?”

“I prefer the term officiant,” the man said mildly. “Though I have to admit, performing ceremonies in the full regalia does have a certain theatrical appeal.”

“He's not wearing the costume today,” I pointed out. “I thought that might be a bit much.”

“A bit much.” Davina was laughing now. “You flew our Elvis impersonator to Florida to marry us again.”

“His name is David. He's a retired accountant from Reno who does the Elvis thing for fun.” I grinned. “And he was thrilled to do a proper version, his words.”

“This is insane.” She shook her head, but she was beaming. “You are insane. This whole thing is insane.”

“Is that going to be a problem?”

“Absolutely not.” She squeezed my hand. “Let's do this. Let's get married by our Elvis.”

“Former Elvis,” David corrected gently. “Today, I'm just a man with an online ordination certificate and a deep appreciation for love stories.” He looked out at the assembled guests, then back at us. “Shall we begin?”

I nodded.

Davina nodded.