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“I’m here, I’m here,” the minister says as he walks toward us.
About fucking time. Probably not the best thing to think in the presence of a minister, but I’m ready to marry my girl.
“I’ll see you in a minute. Any last words as my girlfriend?”
“I’m ready to be your wife,” she smiles.
“Good last words. I’m ready to be your husband.”
“Then go.” She pushes me to follow after the minister to take my place.
I take my place next to the minister. Soft music plays as my dad walks Amy and Jane down the aisle and to the four seats. Ben and Melissa come next. Ray whispers something to Brittany that makes her cry again. He wipes her tears away and then she’s coming toward me. Her mother’s dress is beautiful. It’s amazing that Jane was right. She said Brittany is about the same size she was, so it should fit her. I hope we have a girl, so the tradition can continue.
I still can’t believe she’s pregnant. Since everyone saw her puke, she went ahead and shared the news. Almost everyone was crying then. We could have a small pond of tears at this point. Ray gives her away and I lift her veil. Let me just say it was easier than I expected to get Ray on board. I guess after we were there at the beach with them, after he had his talk with me, I was back on his good side. He asked me then to be honest, tell him my intentions, and how things were going between us. He wanted to hear my side of things after Brittany called for that heart to heart. I guess he wanted to make sure he gave her the right advice.
Brittany smiles as we hold hands. The minister starts the ceremony immediately. We don’t need anything exaggerated or drawn out. I’m not listening to him anyway. I have an ear out for my cue, but in the meantime, I’m drinking in the sight of my wife. I can hear the clicks of the photographer and the sniffles of our guests.
Then, I’m given my cue. “I’ve already told you that I love, want, cherish, need, and trust you. Today, I’m promising to love, want, cherish, need, and trust you from this day forward. I promise to never plan a big surprise again. I promise to make sure you know I’m always going to be here for you and I’ll do anything for you. I promise to be yours. I promise to treat you better than the way you deserve to be treated. I promise to be a great father to our kids. I promise to be a husband who makes mistakes, apologizes, works hard, talks to you, who makes sure you know you’re loved, holds you on the bad days, and celebrates the little things as well as the big. You are the love of my life, and I can’t imagine life without you, Britt.”
She’s crying again, so I wipe away her tears.
With a laugh, she says, “I’m so overwhelmed by everything you’ve done today, my mind is blank.” She takes a deep breath. “Give me a second.”
“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”
Brittany smiles and slowly inhales and exhales. “You are easily the best thing to ever happen to me. We’ve struggled, but I’m oddly thankful for that because we’re so much better individually and together. You take care of me. You hold me. You’re perfect for me, and I couldn’t imagine spending my life with anyone else.” She pauses before laughing and shaking her head. “Sorry, I just thought about the baby and hoped he or she won’t be too big since you’re so tall.”
My dad snorts. “Good luck. He was long and nearly ten pounds.”
“Oh gosh. Okay. Sorry,” she tells me. Her hands are trembling a bit in mine and I give them a good squeeze of reassurance. “You’re the love of my life, Trace. So, I promise to love, want, need, cherish, and trust you. I promise to listen when you talk to me. I promise to always b
e here for you. I promise to be your wife from this day forward. I promise to do my best, talk to you, be a good mother to our kids, to lie with you in the recliner on good days as well as bad, to always fight for myself, for you, for our kids, and for us. I promise to be with you and love you for as long as I live.”
“Do you, Trace Lexington, take Brittany Rogers to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the minister asks.
“I do.”
She slides the ring I picked out for myself onto my finger.
“Do you, Brittany Rogers, take Trace Lexington to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.”
I add a wedding band to the ring on her finger.
“Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
I dip my head and press my lips to Brittany’s as she wraps her arms around my neck. “I love you,” I mutter.
“I love you, too,” she whispers.
“You’re my wife.”
She grins. “You’re my husband.”
“We’re going to be parents.”
“Yes, we are.”
