Grandma rolled her eyes. "Of course I got in the van. I promised them I'd take them to the airport!"
"The airport?"
"Yes." Grandma yawned. "Really it has been such a pleasure, and I do mean that, Gus, but I have better things to be doing rather than sitting here telling you love stories. If you don't believe me, call this number. I think by now," she checked her watch, "yes, by now the rest of the three days are up."
"Three days?"
"Of course." Grandma stood. "Jace promised Beth six full days of the fairytale, and she only got three. They're in Hawaii, you ass."
Jace
"You sure you're ready for this?" I asked, gripping Beth's hands in mine.
"Yes." She beamed. "I am."
"It's a big risk."
"It's worth it," she whispered.
"Well, then I guess there isn't anything more to say." I grinned. "Shit, shit!"
The donkey moved forward with Beth atop it. Perfectly content that if he were in a race with a turtle, he'd lose by a long shot. He made his way down the small aisle.
I decided to walk alongside Beth and the annoying little ass. It seemed right that it wouldn't be her walking toward me or me waiting for her, but us traveling on the journey together. Because sometimes, that's how love is. It isn't a man chasing a woman, it isn't a man storming the castle, and it isn't the girl waiting for love to happen.
It's two people making a commitment. It's two people realizing that they hold the keys to their own happiness in their own damn hands. The problem? Most people forget that they have the power to live the fairytale. I'd forgotten I had the power, and in the end, I'd been willing to walk away from my future.
Beth had forgotten too.
So we walked hand-in-hand. She on Donkey and I next to them, you know, just in case the little shit got spooked and took off running with my future bride on tow.
"I see you've found it." The ship captain's face lit up with a smile, helping Beth off the donkey and into the boat.
"Found it?"
"You're keiki."
"Keiki?" Beth repeated.
"Long story," I muttered, jumping into the boat.
The captain took us out into the middle of the water and turned off the engine.
"Alright, let's make this quick, shall we?"
"Not very romantic is he?" Beth winked.
"I told him to make it quick," I admitted.
"Why?"
"Because I couldn't care less about saying the words — I just want to show you, what you mean to me. I'm sick and tired of words, Beth. I've been using words my whole career. I think it's time for a little action, don't you?"
"Yes," she said breathless.
"Do you take this woman to be your bride?" The captain asked.
"Yes." My voice rang out loud and clear in the warm afternoon air. "I do."