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"No, you don't," Isaac returned, shaking his head. "Cal told me to make sure you were going to take care of her, and I told him not to worry."
Micah smiled and shook his head, thinking about Cal. He was an older gentleman, a regular at the restaurant who always spoke his mind and also loved Claire.
"He wanted to fight me when he first found out we were together," Micah said.
Isaac laughed. He put his hand on Micah's shoulder. "He loves you. He ended up saying you would do if Claire had to get married."
Micah laughed. "Oh, I'll do? I guess that's a compliment coming from Cal."
"It was," Isaac agreed. He squeezed Micah's shoulder. "I love you. And you know we were brothers before this," Isaac said.
"I was thinking about that earlier," Micah returned, nodding.
"I'm the one who adopted him," Rita said, coming up behind them. "I love you like a grandson, Logan Micah Lacey."
"He is your grandson now," Isaac said. "It's official."
"I love you too, Birdy," Micah said.
They hugged and as they were still embracing, he saw Claire. She had long since changed out of her dress and was wearing a little white number that consisted of shorts and a top. He couldn't wait to get her out of that.
Micah had been waiting patiently for her to finish talking to her cousins, and now it was time for their friends and family to see them off. They would get in their car and go home where they would spend the next three days mostly undisturbed. After that time, they both had to get back to work, but for the next three days it was just Micah and Claire—no traveling, no errands, no work, no phones.
He could not wait. She was and would always be the most kind, beautiful woman he had ever known. Grateful was too simple of a word to describe how he felt.
Micah had already put his thoughts into words in the form of a song. Music was part of his design, so it was only natural that he wrote a song for this day. It was just a chorus and melody. He thought about singing at their ceremony that morning, but he saved it. He smiled as he saw her walking toward him.
"Are you ready?" she asked, knowing they were about to leave.
The next two minutes were full of goodbyes and well wishes as everyone sent them off waving, shouting, and cheering. There was a car waiting. It was a new car, but it was decorated with old-school wedding decorations, complete with tin cans tied from strings and hanging in the back.
Claire held onto Micah's hand the whole time, barely letting go of him even when it was time to get settled in the backseat.
"Why is Josephine in here?" she asked noticing the guitar.
Micah had already planned for this moment. He adjusted in the corner, facing Claire and positioning the guitar on his lap. He began playing a melody. It started as the melody of the song he wrote, but then his notes changed and became impromptu.
He leaned back in the corner of the car and played for Claire as they made the short trip back to Seattle. He gave her the soundtrack she deserved. He played notes with his fingers that told a story and tried to emulate how beautiful she was. It was Claire's song, and it came to him on the spot.
She cried. She sat there and watched him with a loving expression as huge silent tears ran down her cheeks. They said nothing for a half-hour as the driver took them home. Micah was at home with his guitar and he was at home with Claire, and the music that came to him in the backseat was natural and beautiful just like she was.
Finally, he sang. The melody again flowed into the song he had written for her. The simple chorus talked about how she was finally his and how he would love her for longer than forever. It was a love song in its truest form, and Micah knew that he would never share it with anyone but Claire.
He was smiling as he shifted and set down the guitar on the seat next to him. They were getting close to his house—her house—their house.
Claire gave him a second to stash Josephine, and then she moved, going to him, curling up to him. "Micah, I sat there and watched you just now, and I am speechless. Did you make that up?"
"I did make it up," he said, which was obvious since he always wrote all of his songs.
"I mean did you make it up just now on the spot," she said, gently kissing the underside of his jaw.
Micah could hardly breathe. "The lyrics, I wrote a while back. I knew I was going to sing that part to you. Most of the music I made up just now. I was just playing what came to me."
He sat up and kissed her as they pulled into the driveway. He was already planning on carrying her across the threshold.
"Well, what comes to you is amazing," she said. "You are the most talented, handsome, sweet, gorgeous man in the whole world. Am I dreaming that you're my husband?"
Micah smiled. "I hope not."
The End
