Silas and I look at each other and smile as we watch them try to keep their little boy from climbing over the rail.
“Let’s just stand here for a minute and let it come to you.” He leads me over to a spot that’s not too crowded.
“Do you know what you’ll wish for?” I look up at him.
“I do.” He winks, then turns me and takes both of my hands in his. “Are you superstitious?”
I shrug. “A little, I guess.”
“Just close your eyes and take in some deep breaths. Clear your mind and think about what you want in life right now. Or maybe a long-term goal.”
He leans forward and kisses me softly on the lips.
I keep my eyes closed after he pulls his lips away and focus on the sound of the water and the faint sound of the music accompanying it.
Nothing is coming to me, but standing here, enjoying the moment, is calming me down a little.
“Okay, wife. Are you ready to make that wish?” He slides his arms around my waist and pulls me into him.
My arms move around him, and I link my hands together on his lower back. When I rest my head on his chest and take in the safety of him, I feel calmer.
“We only have one coin, so we need to toss it in together.” He pulls away and reaches for my hand, turns it, and lays the coin in the center.
“Okay, so let’s hold hands and do it?” I cup the coin so I don’t drop it.
“Let’s do it.” He moves his hand under mine, and his fingers cross with mine, so I’m still cupping the coin, but we’ll make the toss together.
As we stand side by side, hand in hand, I look over at Silas and see him already watching me.
“Three, two, one.” He counts us down.
I close my fingers around my palm so the coin doesn’t fall out too early, and we pull back our arms and when we swing forward, I release the coin and we watch it soar through the air, as I make my wish.
Once we see it plop into the water, he turns toward me. “You make a wish?”
I nod. “I did.”
“Good. Me too. But don’t tell me.” He chuckles. “Or it won’t come true.”
“I won’t tell you.” And I won’t because I want it to come true, and today, I might believe in a little superstition.
When we walk into the restaurant at the hotel, I see my brother and Archie sitting next to each other first. Kind of hard to miss Archie because he’s so big. And loud.
Silas squeezes my hand again. “Go in guns blazing or …”
I reluctantly let go of his hand. “Well, I don’t really want to announce it to everyone at once. I think Beck should know first, don’t you?” I look up at him.
“Yeah, that would be the smartest move.” He places a hand on my lower back as we walk around a few tables to reach our group.
Chelsea sees us first and waves. “Hey, guys!” She motions to two empty seats next to her.
Silas walks over, but I stop to hug my brother and Charlie quickly.
“Hey,” I say, trying my best to swallow down the nerves.
When I get to my seat, Silas is standing behind my chair, waiting to push it in once I sit.
“Arbuckle, the gentleman,” Casey says.
