“What is it?”
“I’ve been waiting all day for the other shoe to drop,” I admit. “Marrying Lyric is like the last piece of the puzzle that is my life sliding into place, and I’m terrified that something will go wrong.”
“Has anything gone wrong yet?”
“Well, no.”
“You’re only a few minutes away from saying ‘I do’. I think it’s safe to say that the other shoe isn’t fuckin’ droppin’, sweet cheeks.”
“What if I trip and fall?” I whisper yell.
“Do you really think I’d let that happen?” He doesn’t wait for me to reply before continuing. “No, I won’t. Nothing is going to stop this wedding, I promise you.”
Zombie’s reassurance is like a miracle drug. My worries fade away, and my entire being focuses on the love of my life.
“You look stunning,” Lyric says when Zombie hands me off to him.
I grin. “Thanks.” I rise to my tiptoes and lean close to his ear. “Thanks for the blood,” I whisper.
“No way was Rowdy gonna miss this,” he says.
“Will the two of you shut up?” Pastor complains. “I’ve got a wedding to perform.”
Less than ten minutes later, Lyric and I are pronounced husband and old lady.
The reception is a giant party, and we dance our first dance to “Like I’m Gonna Lose You” by Jasmine Thompson. When we finally leave the clubhouse, I glance at the sky and blow a kiss to the stars.
“We did it, Rowdy,” I whisper. “And not a single thing went wrong.”
