“But seriously,” Bear started as we went back and joined King. “Who is your best man? Kevin?”
Just then Bo came running through the cemetery wearing a matching light grey suit and light blue bow tie. He even had on a pair of brown suspenders and he was sporting a fresh hair cut. When he spotted me he changed direction, running straight to me until he leapt up and I caught him.
I turned back to my friends with my son in my arms. “He is.”
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When the music started and the sound of “LIFER” by Florida Georgia Line started to play I stood on one side of the empty grave marked with my headstone and waited for Dre to appear. I knew she was about to walk around the wall, but nothing could have prepared me for the moment I saw her.
NOTHING.
She wasn’t just beautiful or stunning. She was walking art.
I coughed because suddenly I couldn’t fucking breathe.
Dre’s lips were usually painted bright red but as she walked down the aisle of gravestones I noticed they were a darker blood red and matched the rose in her hair, which was pinned low and loose to the side of her head at the nape of her neck.
Her ivory dress was strapless and heart shaped over the perfect swell of her tits. Short in the front, just above her knees, flaring out to a long gown in the back that dragged along the ground as she walked. There was lace at the top to give the illusion of sleeves but it was so light and delicate it looked as if it were floating on top of her creamy skin. She carried a bouquet of wildflowers and I chuckled when I saw the stems were tied together with one of my red bowties.
She smiled when our eyes locked and suddenly she wasn’t wearing her wedding dress. She was naked, skinny, and bruised like she was on top of the tower the day we met. Her stringy hair blowing around her face. Then it was her wearing Mirna’s pin-up style clothes for the first time. Then it was her on the night I proposed, tight black skirt and blue corset top. By the time she stood before me and linked her hands with mine she was wearing her gown again and I was stuck somewhere between so much love it hurts and so aroused it hurts.
“Fuckin’ eh, Doc,” I groaned, apparently out loud because the crowd around us laughed.
The reverend starting saying some words but I didn’t hear a single fucking one because I was firmly focused on Dre. The only thing I heard was my inner caveman chant. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Mine.
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Dre
Preppy wore a light grey suit with a light blue and yellow bow tie. It was perfectly fitted to his muscles and I couldn’t tear my eyes from him as I walked down the aisle. My stomach did flip-flops. I don’t remember walking fast or slow as my father guided me toward my husband. I just remember trying to get to him as fast as possible as he appraised me. A stunned yet appreciative look in his eyes that made me tingle all over.
As I made my way to him I thought I was seeing things. His image flashed from the scary version of him I met on the tower that first day, to the emaciated tortured soul with long hair and fresh scars. When I reached him he turned back into my husband in the tux, ready to make promises of forever. “Hey, Doc, what took you so long?”
“Don’t you mean what took US so long?” I asked.
When it came time to say our vows, Preppy surprised me by volunteering to go first.
“I was a boy when we met, someone who avoided and ran from everything in his life he didn’t want to deal with. In some ways I’m never going to grow up, but you made me want to be more. For you. For Bo. Now I’m a man who knows it’s time to stop running away and start running toward and I’m choosing to run to you, Doc. Forever.”
There were several sniffles in the crowd but I couldn’t look to see who was getting emotional because I couldn’t look away from Preppy. He rubbed his thumb over my hand and continued.
“I know this is where I’m supposed to make you promises and I’ll get to that part, but first I want to thank you for being here, for putting on that dress and walking down that aisle. For saying yes. To me. To Bo. To us as a family.” He took a deep breath. “I hate those vows where they make promises that sound ridiculous so I’m gonna tell you how I know things will go down and the truth is that I’m probably gonna fuck up. A lot. I won’t do it on purpose and I’ll never do anything to intentionally hurt you, but I’m flawed and I’m gonna fuck it up from time to time. I’m not a religious man, but I promise to never lose faith in you. Please don’t ever lose faith in me.”
“I won’t,” I mouthed, feeling my chest hurt with happiness.
“I may not be much, but I’m too selfish to let you go find someone who is good enough for you, although I doubt he exists because you’re good. So fucking good. I promise that I’m yours and yours alone. Body and whatever’s left of this tattered soul.” Preppy reached out and took my hands in his. “Remember a long time ago when I said we were the same? I didn’t really know what I meant back then, but I do now. We struggle. We overcome. We’re loyal. We love with everything we have and fight with everything and more. I’ll fight for you and Bo. Every fucking day with everything I have.”
Preppy wiped his eyes and then reached across to catch a tear on the corner of my eye.
“Andrea,” the reverend said.
I mentally tossed around the words I’d prepared, but had no idea how to get them out of my mouth. I took a deep breath and then focused on Preppy and his burning amber eyes. At the last second I mentally threw away my prepared words and decided to wing it, keeping it short and to the point. “I love you, Samuel Clearwater. I’ll love you forever and I’ll show you every single day how you’re not only perfect for me, but good enough for me, and I’ll try my best to be worthy of you. You not only saved my life, but you gave me a life. I am who I am because of you. I’ll love you now and forever. In life and in death, and especially in the in-between.”
Preppy sucked in a breath when he realized I’d used a line from the letter he’d written me. “Not even death do us part,” he whispered.
“Not even death do us part,” I repeated on a choked sob.
“Awe fuck, Doc,” Preppy said reaching around behind me and grabbing the back of my neck. He pulled me close and kissed me deeply. The crowd whistled and hooted us on much to the reverend’s dismay who literally had to put his hands between us to separate us.