Page 57 of Last First Date
He leans back with a loud laugh. "Yeah, okay. But do you remember the other thing I told you? I said if I showed you how to get with a guy like Hesse Kotner, it would be your last first date ever."
I shrug. "Well, that's just one more occasion that you were wrong. I'm married to you, not Captain Trustfund."
He leans forward and kisses me on the tip of my nose. "I'm glad you're married to me, my wife. But as it turns out, I was right after all. You and I went out on our last first date to Cielo. That happened before you ditched me to go to the gala with Kotner. Thus, I was right all along. Your date to the gala with Hesse Kotner was your last first date."
And here we have another occasion where I want to punch him in the dick, right here at our wedding reception, in front of God and everyone. "Can't you save your gloating for when we're alone together? Number one, it's crass to talk about your wife's exes at the wedding."
His eyes narrow dangerously at me. "Hesse Kotner was not your ex. You accidentally went to a dance where he was that one time, but I was there too so it doesn't really count, now does it?"
"Well in that case, he wasn't my last first date after all. Which brings me to number two. You are an asshole and should probably shut up and kiss me instead of picking fights with me when we've been married for less than an hour."
He shrugs a little and pulls be closer to him. "Guess I know when I've met my match. You’ve outwitted me again, Darcy."
I lean up and kiss him, putting all my love for him into the gesture. "You're not that difficult to outwit, husband."
His lips curl into a grin. "I feel like I should be offended by that, but I'm not going to argue anymore with you."
"Ah, you're already learning about how this marriage is supposed to work then. Argue less, kiss more." I snuggle close to him, accidentally stepping on one of his feet. Oops.
He winces, then kisses me again. "You really are a terrible dancer, Darcy. It honestly makes me feel a little better about the gala, because I thought you were just really mad at me."
I fake a glare at him. "You think I wasn't?"
But I'm not fooling him for even a moment. We loved each other then too, even if we were both too blind to see it at that time.
He lets go of my waist and brushes a long strand of hair back over my ear, his hand lingering on the side of my face. "Thank you for loving me, for choosing me, for being my wife."
I kiss him again, my better half. "I'm going to love you and choose you again every day for the rest of our lives, my husband."
Because that's what our marriage is to me—the two of us choosing to love each other over and over again in the face of whatever the world brings us.
We always bring out the best in each other, and that’s how I know that we belong together. And here, together, married at last, I know this is as good as life could possibly be.
THE END
