Page 54 of My Ogre Husband
“Remember those forging classes we talked about?” I ask, stroking one of Egorr’s tusks.
“I do.”
“What if we went and made our own rings? Wouldn’t that be fun? I’ve heard of people doing that.”
He nods. “I like it. Let’s do it. I’d love to get to make your wedding band. Though I can’t promise it’ll be elegant.”
I kiss his nose. “If it’s from you, I don’t care what it looks like.”
* * *
The next day, Egorr encourages me to move the house around any way I want—even suggesting where my dresser (and my future additional dresser) could go.
“And think about when you want to have the wedding,” he asks casually as he slips out the door. “Talk it over with Celeste.”
I blink, and then he’s gone.
Of course, I call Celeste immediately to tell her the news. When the video call starts, the first thing I do is flash my big pink ring in front of the camera.
“Look!” I gush. “Look!”
“I’m looking,” Celeste answers. “Is that a ring? He put a ring on you?!”
We both burst out into excited giggles. I tell her all about knocking the wine over, and I describe our current sex life as, “If I could get pregnant, I’d be pregnant.”
Celeste snorts into her hand. “He seems like a good fit for you. I’m excited to meet him. When do we pick out your dress?”
We talk over when I should have the wedding, and settle on early September, gambling for weather that’s not too hot and not too cold.
As soon as I’m off the phone, I send Timble a message asking her to get coffee. She had an interview today for a new job, and I hope we can celebrate two successes at the same time.
I must be exuding some new kind of “fiancé” energy, because the moment Timble sees me, she quirks a brow and surveys me from head to toe.
“You look different.”
I flash the ring. “Egorr asked me to marry him!”
She squeals, and I squeal, and then we hug.
“I knew you two could figure it out,” she says as we walk to the coffee shop. “I think you’re exactly what Egorr needed—and he’s what you needed, too.”
And I think that she’s right.
Epilogue
Planning a wedding is no joke. There are a million details to keep track of, and my mom has way too many opinions when all I want is to keep it simple and sweet. Celeste plays referee, keeping her at bay and distracting her with simple choices like decorations and napkin colors. Egorr and I spend most of our time deciding what kind of cake we should have, and testing out a variety of different flavors.
Celeste, Timble, and I all go dress shopping together, which is an interesting adventure out in the world for Celeste. After I’ve chosen a satin number with rhinestones trailing down the seams—and a rather low neckline—a tall gorgon takes my measurements. Everyone is thrilled about what I chose.
“Egorr will fall over dead when he sees you,” Timble says, adjusting the train.
Egorr’s dad, Ogorr, comes down on a long weekend to visit and meet me for the first time. As I suspected, he’s just like Egorr: a big, lovable beast with even bigger tusks.
“They keep growing,” Ogorr says when I remark on it, tapping his finger on the point. “My dad’s were as high as his ears by the time he died.”
Huh. Learn something new every day. I wonder what Egorr will look like when he’s Ogorr’s age.
Ogorr stays in my old bedroom, which has now become our guest room slash office, with some of my extra dresses stashed in the closet. Ogorr smiles when he sees them all.
