“To have and to hold,” he echoes, then adds quietly, “and to upgrade the ring as soon as humanly possible.”
I choke on a laugh.
Gary clears his throat. “In sickness and in health.”
“In sickness and in health,” he repeats, still looking at me like I’m the only person in the room.
Which is wild.
Because we are absolutely hammered.
There’s laughter dancing at the corners of his mouth.
But there’s something else there too.
Something warm.
Something reckless.
Something that says he is fully committed to this nonsense.
“And now the bride,” Gary says.
Bride.
Oh my God.
Jake turns to me, clearly expecting me to dissolve into giggles.
And honestly? I want to.
But I don’t.
Because suddenly this feels hilariously, terrifyingly real.
“I, Talia, take you, Jake…”
His name feels strange and intimate and slightly slurred on my tongue.
“To be my lawfully wedded husband.”
He makes a tiny sound under his breath.
“To have and to hold,” I continue, “in sickness and in health.”
“It is time for the rings,” Gary announces, holding out the box for Jake to take out the ring for me.
Jake slides the ring onto my finger and it fits surprisingly well.
“There,” he murmurs, blinking at it like he’s impressed with himself. “Official.”
Official.
My chest does something weird and fluttery.
I pick up his ring.
It’s slightly bigger, and the glittery rhinestones look even more ridiculous in his size.
