“I want a cupcake cake. What do you think, babe?”
“Whatever you want, as long as I get the chocolate fondue foundation.”
“That’s a lot of sweets, Diego.”
“Well, we have big Spanish families. You know both of ours love their sweets. That’s how it is.”
“Cupcakes it is.”
“Who are you gonna ask to be your maid of honor?”
“Shauna. Who’s your best man?”
“Prolly Yoda. We go way back. He took me under his wing in the early days of the chapter.”
“I know you have a lot of stories.”
Diego looked at me softly as the Merced sun’s burnt-orange face faded behind the California hills.
“I sure do, and you and I have plenty more to tell our children in the future. Speaking of babies, should we get busy making one?” Diego smiled.
I giggled at Diego’s boldness, something I always loved. “And may they have your fearlessness and that full lion’s mane of hair.” I ran my fingers through his thick dirty blonde hair and he responded by scooping me up in his strong manly arms, lifting me to the threshold.
One thing that’s for sure is I was willing to ride and die for mine. Will you for yours?
