I’d fantasized about this when we were little, before I understood what I was fantasizing about. I understood that weddings meant you got to be with someone you loved forever, and I’d wanted to be with Harvey forever. Because I loved him.
We were finally getting forever.
“I think we’ll have tomingle,” Harvey said, wrinkling his nose. “And cut cake and behave ourselves in public.”
I snorted. “Right, and you’ve never been good at behaving yourself in public.”
We’d been caught kissing in the woods… a lot. By a lot of people.
We’d even been caught sword fighting a couple of times, which I thought probably made us look weirder than the kissing did. Kissing was a normal thing adults did. Sword fighting with sticks? Not so much.
“I feel like it’s mostly you getting us in trouble in public,” Harvey said, sliding his hand across the bed to take hold of mine. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“I should put that in my vows,” I said. “I promise to keep getting you in trouble.”
Harvey broke into another smile. “You should,” he said. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”
“I’ll see if I can slot it in somewhere.”
We’d decided on coming up with our own vows.
I… hadn’t actually done that yet. I figured they’d come to me in the moment.
I sure as hellhopedthey’d come to me in the moment, or I’d be pretty embarrassed.
But I knew all the things I wanted to promise Harvey. I wanted to promise him the world.
Harvey’s smile turned into a grin as he shuffled over to me, covering my mouth with his, kissing me good morning like he had every single morning since he came to stay.
I could hardly believe I got to keep him, but today was real. The suits hanging behind the door were real, the invitations Harvey had addressed by hand were real, the flowers were real, the cake was real. All of it.
A surge of nerves and excitement made me giggle into Harvey’s mouth as he ran his palm over my skin, delicately avoiding grabbing a handful of my ass this morning.
Saving that for the honeymoon, I assumed.
“I love the way you laugh,” Harvey murmured. “I love the way you do everything. I’m so excited about this, Ig.”
I wasn’t sure if he was telling me out of nerves and excitement, too, or reassuring me that I wasn’t about to be left at the altar a second time.
Either way, I appreciated it.
“Me too,” I said. “But it’s time to get up.”
Harvey made an unhappy noise, pulling me in for another kiss, but eventually let me drag him out of bed and push him into the shower—where I left him, alone, or we’d be late for our own wedding.
Seth would be here any minute, and I didn’t particularly want to get caught naked. Again.
Harvey stopped me for another long kiss when he appeared in his towel, humming into my mouth and not breaking off until there was a knock on the door.
“Go shower,” he murmured against my lips. “I’ll make breakfast.”
I folded a coconut-vanilla latte into his hands and headed for the bathroom, listening to the sounds of him and Seth laughing and joking, Theo begging for bacon, and the birds singing outside.
We couldn’t have asked for a nicer day. The sky was blue as far as the eye could see, with just one or two cotton ball clouds drifting past in a light, cool breeze.
It was exactly like one of the idyllic summer days we’d spent together as kids, and I was glad I’d stuck to the summer wedding idea. Summer would always be special to us.
Dante arrived while I was in the shower, and the four of us ate and ran through the order of events as the florist set up outside.
