We’ve been trying to call it a night for a while: over an hour, at least. We’ve been teasing one another all day, and are dying to reach our room. His whispers are getting more filthy, almost uncharacteristic of Richard. But the wedding day has been stretched to snapping, with everyone wanting to talk and congratulate the happy couple. People who weren’t sure of our union three months before — or said I was out of my fucking mind — are wishing us wealth and happiness through our forever to come. The last three months were eternity. Now they are over. Three months was the soonest we could assemble a wedding, at least one that would please all of the family and friends who would’ve taken it as an insult if we’d gone down to the courthouse like I wanted, and Richard suggested, even though I knew he was kidding. Three months was too long to stay unmarried. One day would have felt like too much after finally coming home. I wanted to say “I do,” immediately. Instead we spent three months preparing, telling stories, from our past and present, including a new tales never shared.
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