“Yes?” Suddenly, I’m not liking where this is going. Is he really going to send me away?
“And remember I gave you certain stipulations to meet before I would allow you to go?”
I’m not liking this one bit. “Yes. I remember,” I reply curtly.
“Well, I realized this morning you met all the stipulations.”
“Michael, are you sending me away?” I ask as I fight back the tears.
“I am, Zaira. I’m sending you to Florence.” He pauses, and tears stream down my face. I try to hide it, but he grabs my chin and makes me look at him. “However, there is one more stipulation you have to meet before you can go.”
“And that is?” I ask cautiously.
“You’ve got to take me with you.” At first I really don’t hear what he says, but then it registers. The tears that had begun to flow are now happy tears as I pull him into my arms.
“You’re taking me on a honeymoon!” I exclaim.
“Of course, my love, did you think I was talking about something else?” he teases.
“Dammit, Michael. You scared me!”
He laughs, and I’m so freaking happy. I can’t help but laugh too.
