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“Pass one over here,” Connor agreed, reaching out for a tissue.
I laughed at how lighthearted everything was becoming after a morning filled with so much anxiety.
When it came time for “I do,” we both said them. We didn’t exchange rings, but we did sign a piece of paper, making the arrangement as real as it was going to be.
Grams clapped her hands together. “By the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the—”
“I won’t kiss you,” Damian blurted out. He grew a bit shy and shook his head. “You know since you have a boyfriend and all.”
“Right. My boyfriend. Of course. That would be completely inappropriate.”
“Yes. Because marrying a stranger isn’t inappropriate at all,” he joked.
At least I thought he was joking. It was hard to tell with that one.
“Well, at least hug one another,” Grams offered.
“Oh, Damian doesn’t do hugs,” Connor said. “Except for Aaliyah, but that’s just because she’s pregnant. It’s a free pass for a few months.”
“Want to dab fists?” I joked.
“I’m not dabbing fists,” Damian replied.
Fair enough.
“Well, uh, shake hands?” Grams said, getting bored with the whole thing.
I held my hand out toward Damian, and he held his out toward me.
We shook each other’s hands as husband and wife. Then right afterward a wave crashed against the shore, splashing water against my cheeks, feeling as if they were Mama’s kisses.
Connor and Aaliyahhad to catch a flight out of California back to New York after the ceremony. When they left, it felt like another regular Saturday evening again. Minus the nontraditional wedding dress I was still wearing and the husband inside the house I grew up in.
I sat on the coastline, staring out as the darkened sky kissed the edge of the ocean, feeling my heartbeats intensify. I had a feeling that even though I wanted today to be a normal day, things would be quite interesting over the next six months.
I walked out toward the water in my black gown and allowed the waves to engulf me. I prayed to the goddess of the ocean and asked Mama and Kevin to protect me for whatever was to come. To show me the way I was meant to travel. To help me figure out what was supposed to come next because I had no clue what to do. I felt as if my life didn’t have much direction. At almost thirty years old, I thought my life would be different. I thought my art would take off, and I wouldn’t still be working at a massage studio. I figured I’d be married—to Jeff—and maybe expecting our first child. I thought Kevin would still be here to walk me down the aisle.
As the waves raced over me, I begged for them to take away my anxiety and fears.
I stayed in the water for ten minutes. When I emerged, I turned toward the shore and saw Damian walking my way with a towel in his hands. I raised an eyebrow of curiosity as he grew nearby.
“Do you do this every night?” he asked me. “Walk into the water?”
“Yes. It’s kind of my thing.”
The corner of his lip twitched, and he stared down at the towel, then held it out toward me. “Figured you could use a towel.” I thanked him. He stood there with his serious eyes, and I smiled, knowing something else was on his mind.
“What is it?”
“Nothing, it’s just… I wasn’t certain if we were supposed to do this or not. Then it was skipped over at the ceremony, but…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring with a huge black crystal sitting at the center. I gasped when I saw it. He frowned. “I picked it up earlier this week. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to give it to you or not, so… here.” He shoved it into my hand and turned to walk away quickly.
I couldn’t help but smile at his nerves. It appeared I wasn’t the only one overthinking things.
“Damian, wait!” I called out.
He looked back at me with his raised brow and grumpy expression. I nodded toward him. “Thank you for this. And the towel. I’ll be honest, it feels like we are kids playing house a bit.”
“I’ve played house my whole life, in different scenarios.”
