She nods. “And you’re mine.”
“Damn straight,” I mutter.
I let her go then and don’t take my eyes off her until she’s out of the room. For the next hour and a half, I pace the halls. It’s killing me to know that she’s here and I can’t touch her.
When the time comes, I’m standing at the altar. Our son is standing next to me as my best man. All five of my brothers are the groomsmen, and their wives, having just come down the aisle as bridesmaids, are now standing on the other side. Everyone in Snow Valley turned up for this event, and the place is packed. The bridal march begins, and Mia is on the arm of my father as he walks her down the aisle. She’s the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever seen, and I don’t even wipe at the tear that falls down my cheek. She took a chance by coming to Snow Valley and being a mail order bride. And somehow I’m the luckiest man in the world that she’s mine.
My dad barely has time to kiss her cheek and put her hand in mine before I’m on her. I know the kiss is supposed to be at the end, but I can’t wait another minute. I tune out the hoots and hollers and laughing around us. I try to show her in one kiss what she means to me. She pulls away and pats my cheek. “I love you too,” she leans in and whispers. “Now come on, husband. Let’s get this going so we can get back home.”
And right there, in front of our family and friends, we become Mr. and Mrs. Mistletoe... again.