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“Whenever you want.”
He takes my hand and we walk out together amid all the camera pops and flashes. “I could hold your hand forever,” I tell him.
“Count on it,” he replies.
Ryan
Three months later
I cover my head as birdseed pelts us outside the church, trying to protect Lark from it as much as I can, but she just laughs and pushes toward the limo that’s waiting for us. The Reeds are having a blast throwing shit at us, and they’re laughing like hell. We accept congratulations from all of them. Her parents are standing by the limo door and she stops to hug them. Emilio pulls her close and whispers in her ear. She gets teary and blinks it back, and then Marta holds her close.
I see my mom standing by the church doors, so I ask Lark i
f she can wait one second. I run over, pick my mom up, spin her around, and set her back down. “I love you, Mom.”
“I love you more,” she says.
“No. You can’t love me more. Not possible.”
“Yes, it’s possible. My heart is older, so it’s bigger, which means it can hold more love. Sorry, kid, you won’t win this one.” She grins at me.
This is a mock argument we’ve had ever since I was small. I’ll never win it, but I do know that my love for her is huge. And so is my love for Lark. My mom hasn’t ever once doubted my love for her or that it would lessen any when Lark came into my life. I hear horror stories from some of my friends who say that their moms hate their wives, but that’s not the case here. My mom loves Lark and they spend a lot of time together.
She points to Lark and scolds me. “It’s rude for you to keep her waiting.”
I give her a hearty kiss on the cheek and run back to my bride.
Lark looks so beautiful. I thought my heart was going to stop when she started down the aisle. And she’s mine, from here forward. To have and to hold. In sickness and in health.
We went this morning to the place where her parents are buried. I think it was important for her to talk to them, to tell them about me, about us and the wedding. She always thought her mom would fluff her veil on her wedding day, and she did. It just wasn’t the mom she was given by birth. Marta fluffed her veil and wiped her eyes and took care of her, all the way up until she gave her over to Emilio so he could give her to me.
Lark spent about an hour at her parents’ graves, and then she was ready to go. She spent the morning with her sisters getting ready for the wedding.
Star waddled down the aisle like a penguin, and I think Wren looked a little green at one point. Finny is Finny, and she just made inappropriate jokes about the size of my junk. Peck was quiet, but I get the feeling from her that she wouldn’t hesitate to chop my balls off if I did something to hurt Lark.
They’re part of my family now and so is Lark. I take her hand in mine. Her hand is mine to hold forever.
“You okay?” she asks.
I nod. “I’m fine.” Just feeling a little undeserving of all I’ve been given, is all. I brush a lock of hair back from her forehead. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
I pop open a bottle of champagne, and she laughs at me when I get it all over my tuxedo pants. “I just want water,” she says.
“You sure?”
She nods and I give her a bottle of water instead.
We decided to get married in her hometown, because I wanted her to feel close to her parents today, so we’re also really close to the beach, and I want to take her there. I asked Emilio to find out what beach she used to go to with her parents and I made special plans.
I crack the window of the limo and I can feel the dampness of the ocean. It’s going to be cold, but I don’t care. I don’t think she will either.
“Where are we?” she asks, when we finally stop.
“Somewhere special,” I tell her. I get out and hold my hand out to her. She’s still in her wedding gown and she looks like a princess. My princess. She puts her hand in mine like she has all the faith in the world in me.
We get out and she freezes. Then her eyes fill with tears. “How did you know?” she asks. She doesn’t sign, but I read it on her lips.
