Sweet Rome

“Romeo… that was beautiful…” Molly whispered tearfully, and I had to fight to keep my emotions in check too. Sniffing and crying sounded all around us, but I only had eyes for my girl.

“Molly, your vows, please,” the pastor instructed, even his voice sounding a little husky.

Pulling herself together and straightening her shoulders, Molly spoke. “Romeo. If someone had told me a year ago that I would be standing here, marrying my soul mate at age twenty-one, I would never have believed them. If someone would’ve told me all that we would go through as a couple, I would never have believed them.” She shook her head in disbelief and pressed her soft hand against my chest, her golden eyes fixed on mine. “You saved me, Rome. You saved me from a life of loneliness. You showed me there was more to life than I’d been awarding myself, and you showed me how to depend on you and to let you into my heart. I will laugh and cry with you too, and I promise you I will never run from you again and will forever stand by your side. My father told me that one day I would understand what it would be like to give someone the gift of my soul, and I do understand—I gave it to you from the very first moment we met. You are my everything, Romeo Prince, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life next to the best man I’ve ever known.”

The minute she finished, I dived on her lips. Fuck waiting. Her vow to me was incredible and more than I could ever have hoped for.

Breaking away, I stroked her face and said, “I love you, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” she said through happy tears.

A cough pulled our attention, and the pastor smiled, holding up an open Bible. “If we exchange the rings, I can pronounce y’all husband and wife, and you can get back to your kissing.”

Looking at Molly and our friends, we all started to laugh, and Austin handed me the ring.

“Molly, I love you. With this ring, let it be known that I choose you above all others. Let it be known that with this ring, I promise to be with you for eternity, until death do us part.” Slipping that platinum ring on Mol’s finger did something to me. I felt reborn. Like the past, all the abuse and unhappiness, was finally buried, and only an exciting and perfect future with my girl awaited. I felt like, for the first time in years, I truly liked who I was, and it was all due to the girl before me, binding herself to me forever in every possible way.

Ally handed Molly the ring, and she took hold of my left hand. “Romeo, I love you. With this ring, let it be known that I choose you above all others. Let it be known that with this ring, I promise to be with you for eternity, until death do us part.”

“And by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The pastor faced me with an amused smile. “Romeo, you may now kiss your bride… again.”

I didn’t waste any time and took Molly’s mouth with mine, softly, savoring every moment of this unbelievable feeling taking hold.

Molly was my wife.

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Pulling my new wife closer in my arms, I whispered, “You ready to go?”

Her bite on her bottom lip and her hooded eyes told me she was. I stood and faced our guests, who were finishing up eating. “Guys, we’re heading out.”

Ally jumped to her feet in protest. “No, you haven’t done the first dance yet!”

Shit. I looked down to Molly, who had surprise written all over her face.

“First dance? But there’s hardly anyone here. We don’t have to do a first dance.” I smiled as she tried to get out of it, but I held out my hand, an expectant look on my face.

Sighing in defeat, she took my offered hand and I pulled her to the small patio, surrounded by thousands of white lights. Ally ran to the stereo and the opening bars of our wedding song played. Molly glanced up at me, eyes glistening.

“Romeo… how?”

Stroking a loose piece of hair from her face, I said, “A few months ago you told me about this song. I thought it could be our tribute to your folks by making it our song too.”

I remembered that day so well…

“Mol? Where are you, baby?”

I found Molly stood in the kitchen of our new place, making breakfast, music playing beside her from her iPhone speakers. I saw her shoulders shaking and I panicked. I instantly moved in behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

Turning into my chest, she smiled a watery smile and set to wiping at her tears. “It’s silly. I’m being silly.”

I knew I was frowning. I was so lost as to what the hell was happening. “Mol, tell me what’s wrong. Has something bad happened?”