Skye took a couple of pictures with her, and we had another ceremony, because it just felt right.
I turn in Jordan’s arms and fix his tie. “The film is amazing, babe. Big things are in store for you, I can feel it.”
He squeezes my hand. “I hope you’re right.”
“And don’t forget, after this you promised me a trip.”
“I’ve been thinking about a couple weeks away with you since you mentioned it. Did you ever decide where you wanted to go?”
I’ve been thinking about it for a month now, and still can’t make up my mind.
Bali or Greece?
It’s a belated honeymoon of sorts because we never did have time to take a real one.
“You know I’ve never been good at making up my mind.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out that damned die. Of course he’s still carrying it around, even in his suit.
“You know what to do,” he says, handing it over. “Odd, Bali. Even, Greece.”
He kisses my hand, it’s old hat by now. We use this method to pick movies on movie night, or to settle the argument about where we’re going to get takeout for dinner.
I roll.
“Bali it is,” he says.
“You okay with that?”
“I get to see you in a bikini either way, so I’m good.”
I kiss him, not caring if I smudge my lipstick. When I glide my hands up his chest, I feel the crinkle of some paper in his suit pocket.
“What’s that?”
“Just something I want to say when I present the film.”
“Can I read it?”
He pulls it out and hands it over with a shy smile.
He thanks a lot of people, pretty much everyone who’s had a hand in making this film a reality. At the bottom, there’s something for me.
To Ken, my love, my light, my wife, the person who takes all my scattered ideas and turns them into something coherent and beautiful. I wouldn’t be here without you. I love you. I’m the luckiest person in the world.
I tear up a little, and I’ll probably have to fix my mascara, but I don’t care. I put the speech back in his suit pocket, even though I disagree with him on one point.
Having him as a husband? I’m pretty sure I’m the lucky one.
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