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Placing my hand on the place I tied her blindfold on her, I release the knot and watch as her face lights up. Bending down on my knee, I pluck the ring out of my slacks pants, and open up to her, speaking to her from my heart. “Mera, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I always thought I knew what love was, but I was wrong. I want to go to bed with you every night and wake up with you in my arms every morning. I want to spend every day, every hour, every second with you. I can't imagine growing old with anyone else, nor do I want to. When I look into my heart, I see only you. If you can look into your heart and only see me, then we should spend the rest of our lives together. I promise you; no one will work harder to make you happy or cherish you more than me. When I met you, I knew I'd met my match. It was only a matter of time until we arrived at this moment. How it turns out is all in your hands. You deserve the very best, someone who will back you up without limits, let you grow without borders, and love you without end. Will you let me be the one? Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Luca Dominic Alvarez?”
“Yes,” she answers, as I slide the engagement ring on her finger. “For the rest of my life, Luca, yes.”
“I love you, Curly Sue.”
“I love you too.” She sniffs. “Are we doing this today?”
“We’re doing it right now, if you’re game,” I tell her.
“Yeah. I am. Let’s get married, Luca.”
“Sounds like a fine idea to me, baby. Let’s begin the rest of our forever and end this day as man and wife.”
Standing before the judge, Mera and I chose to share our own vows. And I start us off. “Mera, with you, I’ve found my calm in the chaos and my light in the darkness. With you, I’ve found my purpose, and I vow to make every day count. I promise to be the shoulder you lean on, the laughter in your heart, and the love in your life. I choose you today and every day for all the days of our lives. You are my forever, and I promise to make every moment count. I promise to stand by your side in sickness and in health, in times of joy and sorrow, as we build our life together. With this ring, I give you my heart, my love, and my unwavering commitment.” I slide the band on her finger and pray I didn’t screw that up. Shayne told me to keep it short and sweet and leave my witty humor at the door. So that’s what I did.
“Wow. How do I follow that? You have me wanting to cry. I love you, Luca. You are my forever love story. I promise to be your partner in all things and to share in both the laughter and the tears. Today, I take your hand and your heart, and I promise to hold them both with tenderness and care. From this day forward, I promise to be your confidant, your partner in adventure, and your greatest love story. With every beat of my heart, I choose you, now and for all the days ahead. With this ring, I give you my heart, my love, and my unwavering commitment.” When she slides that gold band on my ring finger, my heart soars and a feeling of completement washes over me.
I knew she was the one.
Mylove.
Mylight.
Myforever.
MyCurly Sue.
Mera
“I now pronounce you husband,and wife. You may kiss your bride.” When these words are announced, a lustrous spark seems to brighten within us that’d been smoldering in the background, waiting for the right opportunity to ignite into a flame. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Alvarez,” Judge Merrimore felicitates, a happy smile on his face as he places his hands on each of our shoulders. “I’m happy for you two, may you always be united.”
“Here and in the afterlife, Curly Sue is mine. She’s stuck with me,” Luca announces, before brushing Judge Merrimore’s hand aside and off of us, bending me over his arm, and plastering a claiming, passionate, scorching hot kiss on my lips.
Since he’s branding me as his in front of an audience, I decide to repay the favor in kind, and meet his tongue with every lash, proving I’m his match in every way, as he boasted about in his vows. He moans into my mouth, the vibrations traveling down the nerves of my body, resting in my clit—I swear that bundle of nerves shares its rhythmic beat with my heart because the pounding in my chest matches the throb between my legs.
“I think Shayne is wanting a little time alone with you, baby. Go over by the door and wait for me, let her say what she wants, and then we’ll get out of here after I thank Judge Merrimore and pay him for his service. Stay in my eyesight, okay?”
“Yeah, Luca. But I thought we were out of danger, and no longer had to be cautious. I need to use the restroom, and I don’t see one here.”
“I can have one of my bailiffs escort them so they can use the facilities,” the judge offers, and I send him a grateful smile.
“Alright,” Luca concedes. “I’ll wait here for you. But hurry up, yeah? I’d like to get you home so we can begin to celebrate our nuptials.”
“I’ll hurry,” I say, my voice turning breathless. “You knew, didn’t you?”
“Knew what, baby doll?” He pulls me into the sanctity of his arms, our noses touching, and his breath feathering across my pillowy lips.
Internally, a small smile spreads, looks like we’re not done playing with nicknames yet. But for some reason, I like this one as much as I do Curly Sue, because they’re mine, and mine alone. Plus, he makes me feel like a doll when he holds me in his beefy arms. I’m tiny in comparison to him, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Come on,” Shayne begs, doing what I refer to as the pregnancy, I’m fixing to pee my pants, dance. “I’m gonna explode if we don’t potty soon.”
“Better get going before I don’t let you leave my arms. We can’t have a uri-splosion all over the courtroom,” Luca teases, his smile causing my belly to flip flop.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell him, our fingers holding on until there’s too much distance between us.
“I’ll be here,” he says, smirking, watching me until the doors click shut between us, blocking our view of one another.
“Come on, Mrs. Alvarez, escort your friend to the bathroom before she pisses her pants,” Shayne giggles, her hand splayed below the lower part of her belly, supporting her small-ish baby bump. She’s beginning to get a waddle, but I refuse to mention that to her, no matter how cute I think it is because she won’t find it humorous in the least. If she were wearing one of the nuns’ habits, she’d look like a penguin, that’s for dang sure! I snicker, more to myself than anything, and when she glances at me, I shrug. I’m not giving up my secrets to a woman who’s pregnant. She’s liable to start spinning in circles or something.
