One moment, we’re locking fingers. Next, we’re repeating vows and promising forever. I promise to dedicate my life totaking care of every version of her. The pretty, the polished, and the especially messy. Even as I say the words, I know full well that a lifetime with her won’t be enough. Not even close.
When Pa says I can kiss my bride, I don’t waste a second. I cup her face, tilt her mouth to mine, and kiss her like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment… because I have.
The crowd erupts into cheers. Someone sets off an early firework. But all I hear is her laugh against my lips. It’s bubbling with pure, unfiltered joy.
The reception is everything Zara dreamed of and nothing like anyone expected. There was no ballroom. No signature cocktails or crystal chandeliers, no celebrity guests. It was just a standard barn strung with lights, fresh flowers in vintage vases, a local band playing country classics, and enough food to feed a battalion.
The whole family is here and a whole lot of friends who have become family too. Zara’s parents came in high spirits and even higher cowboy boots. Patty June made the cake herself. It’s a three-tiered masterpiece topped with sugar-dusted berries and fresh cream.
The day is perfect for us. Zara is perfect for me.
I watch her work the room like she’s known these people all her life. She laughs with Brynn Rose and Priya. She hugs Cassidy and pats Hunkleberry on the head as he wags his tail. Every time she passes me, Zara reaches out. Her fingers brush my back. She saves me a wink or a smile… I swear I’ve never felt more seen.
The best part is, none of this is for show. Zara made only one post earlier. It is a single photo of our hands. Our wedding bands caught the light.
The caption reads…Home.
Who’s ready to meet the final piece of this Kingridge puzzle? There’s a cowboy Christmas coming to the ranch and Eliza’s coming with it. Pa’s secret daughter is ready to make things merry and bright at a party that will lead to a night that’s anything but silent…