by Holly Jacobs
“The fairies,” she whispered back, smiling. “Is it big enough to prove—”
Max cut her off. “There was nothing left to prove. If I hadn’t believed when the shaving cream can wrote me that message, I certainly would have when I found myself standing here. This is a dream come true.”
Grace blushed and nodded to the confused looking Reverend to continue.
“With this ring I thee wed . . .” he intoned.
The bands fit perfectly on their respective fingers. Grace and Max beamed at each other as the Reverend said, “Then by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
And, like a man denied food for much too long, Max’s lips plundered Grace’s until finally the Reverend cleared his throat.
“Um,” Grace murmured, a flood of warmth invading her cheeks.
“Sorry,” Max apologized for the both of them.
“Ah, yes. Well, congratulations,” said the Reverend as he hustled them to a table at the back of the chapel to sign the necessary papers. “It’s nice to join together couples who obviously love each other as much as you two do,” he told them. “Working in this business, you get to know which couples have a chance and which will be back next year for a quickie divorce.”
“And which are we?” Grace couldn’t stop herself from asking.
“Neither.”
“Neither?”
“You two are the rarest sort. You’re what we call a sure thing. If I were a horse-racing man, I’d say you were going to make it to the finish line way ahead of the rest, no problem.”
Grace blushed again; she couldn’t help herself. This was all too new and wonderful. “Amen to that.”
“I think it’s time we left,” Max said, hugging his wife close to his side after tucking their precious papers into his pocket.
“I think so, too.” Grace was suddenly nervous and shy.
“Thank you,” they both called as they left the rose festooned church.
“Congratulations,” the Reverend called back.
As they reached the rose garden a quiet voice called, “Grace.”
“Max, the fairies are calling me,” Grace told her new husband. Husband—how she loved that word already. “I want to go tell them good-bye.”
“I’ll wait here,” he said, sensing her need to bid the fairies a private farewell.
“Thank you,” she said, kissing his cheek.
“Tell them I said thank you and give them all a kiss from me,” he said and moved toward the street.
Grace walked into the center of the garden, an open space surrounded by benches, with a small fountain—naked Cupid included—bubbling merrily.
“We just wanted to say good-bye,” Blossom sniffed.
“And apologize for all the grief we put you through,” Fern chimed in.
“Really, an apology isn’t necessary,” Grace said. “You’ve done so much for me. I don’t have any idea how to even begin to thank you. You were right. My life was missing something; it was missing Max.”
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. As much trouble as they’d been, she would miss them. Things were going to be a little too normal, a little too flat, without their friendly banter and their incessant popping in and out.
“Now, now, now. Just look at all of us,” Myrtle sniffed. “Crying like we’ll never see each other again.”
“I’ll be seeing more of you?” Grace asked.
“Of course you will,” Myrtle said.
“You have the book series you’re working on, so you’ll see us there. And you might want to think about letting us do a few things right instead of constantly bumbling. Just look at how well we handled your romance.”
Grace just stared at the eldest of her fairy godmothers.
“Well,” Myrtle admitted. “It all ended up right, and that’s all that matters in the end.”
“You’re right, Myrtle. It ended up better than right. It ended up perfect, and I have the three of you to thank for that.”
One by one, she hugged the fairy godmothers. “Thank you all.”
“You’re welcome,” said Fern.
“No problem,” said Blossom.
“Well, we couldn’t have you wandering around trying to find romance on your own,” Myrtle said, smiling. “You’ve helped us with so many couples, and there are a few more out there we’re meant to help. Anyway, we couldn’t just see you bumping around on your own anymore. You mean too much to us.”
“So, this isn’t good-bye. We’ll be seeing you,” Myrtle promised.
“Soon,” Blossom said.
“Very soon,” Fern echoed.
The fairies had found her her-own-true-love. What else could they have up their communal sleeves? “What are you going to do now?”
“Well . . .” said Blossom. “We just received our newest orders. It
seems that Max’s sister Joy—”
“It seems,” Fern continued, “that poor Joy isn’t very joyful.”
“And we’ve found this perfectly wonderful man who needs a wife desperately, only he might not appear perfect right away. He has a little girl who needs someone to love her, and we think Joy would be a perfect stepmother,” Blossom finished.
“So don’t you worry about what we’ll be doing. We will see you soon. Now go take care of your husband,” Myrtle ordered, and as easily as that, the fairies were gone. The quickness of their departure after so much time trying to get rid of them left Grace feeling uneasy, at least until Max walked up the path.
“Is it okay if I tell them thanks again?” Max asked.
She missed the three fairies already.
“We’re never far away,” Myrtle whispered, reading her mind one last time, but not appearing.
“Sorry. It’s too late,” Grace told her husband. Her husband. Her heart swelled at the thought.
“I guess you’re right,” Max said, pulling his wife into his arms. “It was too late for me the minute you walked into my office. Have I told you yet today that I’m crazy about you?”
“No, I don’t think you mentioned it,” Grace said, laughing. “But it’s okay. I’m absolutely mad about you.”
“I know,” Max said as he looped his arm over her shoulder and led her toward their future.
“WELL, THAT’S DONE,” Fern said as they watched Grace and Max leave.
“Not until we say the words,” Blossom reminded her.
Together the three fairy godmothers said, “And they lived happily ever after.”
And Grace and Max did live happily ever after. But poor Joy . . . Never mind, that’s another story.
The End
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