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“Just being honest.”
“Remind me to be glad that we didn’t write our own vows,” he says, and I can tell without even looking that he’s smiling.
“But a life with you will never be boring,” I continue. “At least not for long. And that’s part of what I love about you.”
“And what I love about you,” he says, kissing me.
I pick up a rose petal and twirl it between my fingers. “And honestly, if we don’t even leave this room for a week, that’s fine with me, too.”
“That sounds like the perfect honeymoon,” Ragnar agrees. “Oh! We almost forgot.” He leaps out of bed and walks over to the dresser.
Ragnar expertly uncorks the champagne and fills the two glasses, then comes back to bed. I sit up as he hands me one.
“To my husband, Bradford,” Ragnar says, tilting his glass towards mine. “I promise to never bore you, to always apologize when I have to work late, to never sleep in the office again, and to finally learn how to cook.”
I smile. “And to my husband, Ragnar,” I say, tilting my glass, too. “I promise to never book a job that takes me away for more than four nights, to accept your apology for when you have to work late, to never bore you, and to not ask you to learn how to cook.”
Ragnar laughs. “So you don’t want me to be your sous chef after all?”
“The few seconds you spent trying to wash lettuce convinced me,” I tell him. “I don’t understand how you can run a successful company but be baffled by a colander.”
“I love you,” he smiles, and we clink our glasses together.
“I love you, too,” I say, taking a sip as he does the same.
“Not bad,” Ragnar says, nodding at the glasses.
“Nope,” I agree, but then put my glass on the nightstand. “Although I think maybe I need to work up a thirst again.”
Ragnar grins and sets his glass down, too. “That’s a brilliant idea, husband.”
“I’m glad you think so, husband,” I say, and pull him towards me for a kiss.
31
RAGNAR
Bradford looks around our room. “I think we’ve packed everything,” he says.
I scan the bathroom. “All clear in here,” I tell him. “And anyway, if we missed anything, Millie will send it to us at home.”
“Atlanta,” Bradford sighs, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I have to ask you something, Ragnar. But please don’t get upset.”
“Okay,” I say uneasily. The past seven days of our honeymoon have been pure bliss. Is that going to end right now?
“I love your condo,” Bradford begins. “But it doesn’t feel like ours, you know?” I nod, and he continues. “I was thinking that maybe we could look for a new place in the city, together. So we could create our own home.”
I grin. “I think that’s a great idea. We’ll get working on it as soon as we get back.”
“Oh, good!” Bradford exclaims, the relief evident on his face. He stands up and picks up one of the suitcases. “I guess we should get going, then.”
“Yep,” I agree, grabbing the other suitcase.
We say our goodbyes to Millie and load up the car. As I pull out into the street, Bradford lowers his window and looks at the town.
“It’s funny, but saying goodbye to Green Haven now doesn’t feel as permanent,” he muses.
“I know what you mean,” I nod. “I think it helps that we know we’ll be back at the end of the month for Amelia’s last soccer game of the season.”
