“I do,” she says easily.
Five years later, and it still hits me right in the chest every time she says it.
We drive into town, passing familiar storefronts, familiar houses, familiar faces.Wolf Valley stopped feeling like a stopover a long time ago.It’s home.
After breakfast, I walk her to the bank, same as always.
She kisses my cheek before hopping out.“Don’t forget.Dinner at Blake and Luca’s tonight.”
“I won’t.”
“And we’re bringing dessert.”
“I definitely won’t forget that part.”
Larsen smiles that soft, happy smile that still feels like a gift.“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
She shakes her head.“Impossible.”
Heading inside, she waves over her shoulder.I stand there for a second longer than necessary, watching her go.
Yeah, I’m still completely obsessed with my wife.
I drive down the street, park outside work, then go inside.
Ford claps me on the shoulder as soon as I walk in, greeting me with a wide smile.“Morning, man.”
“Morning.”
Ransom’s already there, leaning against a toolbox.“How’s the wife?”
“Perfect.”
“Got big plans for your anniversary?”Ford asks.
“Yeah.Her present will be here tomorrow.Just in time.”
“Still can’t believe you proposed in a truck,” Ransom says, shaking his head.
My friends love giving me shit about that, but I’m used to it by now.
“She said yes.”I shrug.
“Fair point.”
The day flies by.It always does when your life is exactly what you want it to be.
I get off work and drive toward the bank to pick up my wife.She comes outside as I pull into a parking spot, and I grin as she approaches.
“Hi,” she says, climbing into the passenger seat.
“Hi.”
She tilts her face up, and I kiss her soft, slow, and easy.
Five years together, and it still feels new.
