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And then, he said those words that changed everything: "Marry me."
I laughed, a sound that bubbled up from deep inside me like champagne. “Are you asking me or telling me I’m going to be your wife?”
His response was immediate, his eyes blazing with a fierce wild-eyed determination, "Definitely telling. I think I’ve told you before, dream girl. I’m never going to leave anything to chance when it comes to you."
My laugh was a half sob as I brought my shaking hands to my mouth…and he pulled out a ring with a diamond that could have been as big as my fist. He gently pulled my left hand away from my mouth and slowly slid the ring on my finger, before bringing it to his lips.
We hovered in that space between magic and starlight for a few mesmerizing minutes…and then I jumped into his arms and peppered his face with a thousand kisses. I was faintly aware of Bill whooping and cheering from nearby.
“What would you have done if I hadn’t said yes?” I finally murmured in between breathless kisses.
Lincoln took my hand and dragged it to his pocket, where I felt the distinctive shape of handcuffs. A shocked laugh escaped me and he smirked, not ashamed at all that he was certifiably insane.
“Okay, crazy,” I murmured, and he just winked, not ashamed at all.
“You ready to marry me tomorrow, Monroe?”
“Tomorrow?” I gasped. “What’s the rush?”
“I’ve been ready for you to be Monroe Destiny Daniels from that very first day. Ineedto own you. I’m desperate for it.”
I didn’t argue, because…he was right. If you got the chance to experience the kind of love that breaks you and heals you all at once…
The answer should always be yes.
* * *
We didn’t get married the next day.
We got married that night.
Lincoln called in a favor and somehow, I found myself standing with him in a simple white dress, in a Dallas courthouse, in front of a judge and his cute wife, vowing my life to Lincoln forever.
Lincoln had made sure the vows didn’t say until death do us part.
And it felt right.
Because we both knew that Lincoln wouldn’t let a little thing like death keep us from each other.
“We’re just starting the good part,” he promised.
And I said, “I know.”
And then he took a selfie of us and sent it to his publicist with strict orders for her to “tell the whole world.”
And that felt perfectly right.
* * *
Monroe
Sometimes it felt like too much, this love of ours, like the emotions we had would engulf us and ruin us.This couldn’t last forever, my demons whispered. He’ll leave.
Lincoln seemed to always know when the darkness crept in. He held me close and worshiped my body for hours every time, whispering how much he loved me, that I was his soul. That he’d never let me go.
His obsessiveness was a living, breathing thing that I was addicted to, that I craved with the very marrow in my bones.
Everything about our relationship was unhealthy, the kind of codependence that therapists the world over warned their clients against with every breath in their body.
