Page 110 of Color of You
Felix stared at my shoes. “I may scuff those spiffy oxfords.”
“That’s all right.”
He looked back in the direction of the small crowd. Felix’s Adam’s apple bobbed under the neck of his shirt.
“Darling.” I held out my hand. “Come here.”
He stepped down beside me and looked expectant.
I took his hand, pressed it to my chest, and placed my other over his. “I’m nervous too.”
Felix’s features softened when he realized how fast my heart was beating. “You hide it better.”
“I’m used to being in front of a lot of people.”
“I’ve been the main event of a wedding before—I shouldn’t be nervous.”
“On the contrary, if you weren’t nervous about the prospect of spending forever with me, I’d be worried.”
His mouth did that cute sideways smile like when he was trying to hold it back. “Stop it.”
“Last chance, Mr. Hansen. Because after this, you’re stuck with me forever. All of my bad housekeeping habits, inability to sort laundry, crappy ‘I tried’ dinners, and my ongoing desire to play the trumpet after we have sex.”
Felix finally laughed. “I want all of that. Except the trumpet thing.”
“Then come on.” I put a hand on his back and walked across the lawn with Felix. “Don’t be worried about the dance.”
“Why not?”
“You sway like a champion.”
FELIX HADplanned the wedding.
From beginning to end, he’d reveled in the process of organizing our marriage himself, and produced a day that shone elegance in its simplicity. White and amber were the color choices, blended with a rustic aesthetic that embraced the countryside. I’d been more than happy to let him take the lead. What did I know about organizing a beautiful event?
Except when it came to our suits.
That Idefinitelyhelped with, because Felix hadn’t even owned a suit when we’d met. A few button-down shirts he typically looked uncomfortable in, but otherwise it was T-shirts and flannels until the end of days.
We walked the processional together, hand-in-hand. One of the local judges was officiating, and on his right stood Alan and Silas; to his left were Scarlet and Stephen. When the judge began speaking, greeting our guests and welcoming them to our wedding, I sort of drifted away. I heard the wind and saw Felix’s smiling face, and everything else ceased to exist.
“Bowen?” the judge said suddenly.
I blinked and looked at him.
He smiled in an amused manner. “Do you want to repeat the vows?”
“Oh, right!”
Felix, still holding my hands, turned his head to start laughing. Our guests politely tried to hold back.
“Sorry,” I told the group. “I get lost in his eyes sometimes.” I looked at Felix again. “I, Bowen Merlin, take you, Felix Hansen, to be my husband. I promise to honor, cherish, support, and love you for the rest of our lives.”
Felix’s eyes were getting glassy.
Darling, keep it together for just another minute.
“I, Felix Hansen, take you, Bowen Merlin, to be my husband. I promise to honor, cherish, support, and love you for the rest of our lives.”
