“How could I not?” she tells me. “I know you like it and what better day to wear it on.”
I lift my head from her and slide my hands under her back before rolling us until she rests her head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat as her finger draws circles over my stomach. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her. “I can’t wait to live my life with you. The last eight years are nothing compared to what we’re going to do together.”
“I know,” she murmurs on a yawn. “I can’t wait either. It’s going to be one hell of a good life.”
“The best,” I say, running my fingers through her hair knowing just how much she likes it. “Go to sleep, now,” I tell her. “We have a honeymoon to plan tomorrow.”
“You mean it? Anywhere I want to go?”
“I promised you the world,” I remind her. “If that’s what you want to see then you better believe that’s what we’re going to do.”
“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” she asks with a smile lifting her cheek against my chest.
“No,” I tease. “Why don’t you tell me again?”
“Nathaniel Ryder,” she announces. “I’ve never been so happy to have had you as my bully. I freaking love you to the moon and back.”
“Damn straight you do, babe,” I tell her, pulling the blanket up to keep her warm, holding her tight and breathing her in. “And don’t you ever forget it.”
The end.