Love doesn't come in a minute
Sometimes it doesn't come at all
I only know that when I'm in it
It isn't silly, no, it isn't silly, love isn't silly at all
("Silly Love Songs," Wings)
Chapter 2: Regina and Daniel
Daniel and I slept like babies that night thanks to jetlag. When I awoke the next morning, I felt more rested than I had since Dad's diagnosis. Daniel continued to snore beside me, his arms wrapped around my waist and chest pressed to my back. I turned as carefully as I could in his arms so I could look at him without waking him.
Thick dark lashes fluttered as his eyes moved in REM sleep. I knew every inch of him by heart now after five years of marriage. Not that it felt that long. Most days, it still felt like our wedding was only the day before. We were blessed.
When I moved to Boston for school, I never imagined I'd also meet my soul mate within months of doing so. I was focused on earning my chemistry degree and proving everyone who said women didn't belong in science wrong. It was my own feminist battle. But even crusaders need a night off. My roommate, Lucy, convinced me to join her at a poetry slam in a small café. She promised I didn't have to rhyme, that I could just listen. And that's when I first saw him.
He sat on the same stool everyone else did, but he treated it like a throne. Brownish blond hair flopped into his eyes and he pushed it back. His bright blue eyes swept the room the room before settling on me, drawing me in. As he delivered his poem, his focus never left me. It was if he was reading the poem to me and only me. I don't think I breathed at all during it.
Afterwards, Lucy and I sought him out. His smile as we approached sent butterflies fluttering through my stomach. I have forgotten what we talked about, though I'm sure I complimented his poem. Because two days later, he left one taped to my dorm room door. Lucy gave it to him after seeing how much we clicked.
Daniel was my first and only serious boyfriend. My mother had a set plan for my love life. She wanted me to marry a politician or a business man, to be the socialite she never was. Mother married my dad because of his family, a business dynasty. But Dad was the youngest of the brothers and my uncles filled most of the leadership roles. Dad was happy in middle management, doing what he loved. Mother thought he needed to be more ambitious, to earn more money. We weren't poor by any means but she acted like we were because she wasn't rubbing elbows with the elite or having tea with the Queen of England.
So she wanted to live her life through me. Chemistry didn't feature into that plan. Nor did any of the boys I was interested in in high school. I tried to date, but my mother always scared the boys away. My prom date had been selected by her. He was nice kid from a good family and destined for great things, but we had nothing in common. Mother tried to ground me when I refused to go on a second date with him—ignoring the fact that he didn't want a second date either—but it didn't work as I was an adult. I packed up and moved in with Dad.
I hadn't talked to her since.
Daniel swept me off my feet, making me believe in fairy tale love again. I never thought I'd fall in love so fast but I knew within a few months that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Daniel. He supported my pursuit of a career in chemistry, he never told me that a woman should focus on being a housewife. When I got too lost in my studies, Daniel would make sure I remembered to eat and, if necessary, take me out for some fun.
And I supported him in his writing as well. I loved to listen to him talk about his latest project just because of the way his eyes lit up. His passion rolled off him in waves and made her excited as well. She celebrated with him when the writing was going well and she comforted him when it wasn't. When it got too much, she would make sure he took a break and had some fun.
We were partners as well as lovers, supporting each other as best we could. It didn't mean things were always perfect between us. Especially with my temper. We fought and said hurtful things at times. But we managed to makeup as soon as possible. After all, it was said to never go to bed angry. We never did.
"You're staring." His voice was rough from sleep and his eyes remained closed.
I snuggled closer into his embrace. "It's your fault."
"Oh?"
"Mm-hmm. You're too attractive for your own good. I can't help but stare."
He chuckled. "You're right. It is my fault."
"Good. You admit it."
"Is there anything I can do to help ease your suffering?"
I sighed overdramatically. "No, I'm afraid not. I am just going to have to suffer."
"Well, maybe I can help ease that suffering for a little while."
His lips found mine as he pulled me even closer. I weaved my finger through his thick hair, glad he had decided against cutting it before the trip. It was last cohesive thought I had as his lips moved down to the sensitive point where my neck met my head. I groaned at the sensation.
Daniel's hands hitched up my thin nightgown, fingers grazing my thigh. Heat pooled lowed in my stomach, heading lower with each stroke. "No underwear? Anticipating this, my dear?"
His breath tickled my neck as he nuzzled against it. I struggled to keep my composure to remain coy. "Maybe I did. Or maybe I just didn't feel like wearing underwear last night."
"Tease." Daniel nipped my ear.
My breath hitched. His hand trailed further, teasing my most sensitive spots. As he continued to rub, I shimmied out of my nightshirt. I grabbed his hair, silky strands sliding through my fingers. Making sure not to hurt him, I guided his head further down until he realized what I wanted.
I gasped as his tongue replaced his fingers. My left hand grabbed at the sheets. The right bobbed in time with his head. I kept my eyes trained on it. Up. Down. Breathe in. Breathe out. Up. Down. In. Out. Up. Down. In. In. In…
With one last gasp, I cried out. He let up, resting his cheek against my abdomen. He trailed kisses along my stomach. "Still squeamish about having sex in a stranger's house now?"
"Yes. But I may be coming round." I stretched out, giving him more access to my body. He nipped every inch of me. I squirmed under his ministrations. I groaned. "Definitely coming round."
Daniel had worked his way up and was now flush against me. I arched up to kiss him. He massaged one of my breasts, a thumb toying with my nipple. Every inch of me was sensitive to his touch. Fire burned through me, ready to consume every fiber of my being. Nearly five years of marriage later, he still had that effect on me. I hoped it never stopped.
I broke the kiss, trailing a hand down his chest. I traced his muscles, toying with the hair there. Going further down, I grabbed his penis as he sucked the spot where my neck met my shoulder. Pumping along his shaft, I felt him shudder. I turned my head to whisper in his ear: "You know, turnabout is fair play."
I tried to flip our positions but he kept me down. He rose up over me. "It is, but not today. Next time, I promise."
"Impatient today?"
He groaned before kissing me again. He lifted up my leg, positioning himself right. As he entered me, I locked my legs around him. I drew him closer, deeper and met his every thrust. It was a dance we had perfected over the years. He knew all the ways to unravel me. We went over the edge together.
Daniel rolled to lie next me. I rolled over to rest my head against his chest. We lay there, trying to get our breathing and heartbeats under control. My eyelids began to droop.
He pressed a kiss into my sweat-drenched hair. "Can't fall asleep now, Regina."
"Why not?" I moaned.
"Jim and I have a meeting this morning."
"So why do I have to get up?"
"I think Cassandra wants to show you around town."
I groaned, burrowing my face into his neck. He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my body. "We need to get up and shower."
"Together?"
His chest shook against my cheek as he chuckled again. "Yes."
"Okay. Give me a few seconds to gather the energy."
"Don't worry. I need a few seconds as well."
I nuzzled his chest, closing my eyes. Sleep pulled at me and I tried to fight it, like Daniel had asked. It was just so tempting…
"Regina? Regina, we need to get up now." Daniel jostled me gently. "Wakey, wakey."
"Did you really just say that?" I opened my eyes as I lifted my head from his chest.
His blue eyes met mine, twinkling with mirth. "Got you up, right?"
I rolled my eyes and pushed the covers off. "Fine. You can shower alone."
"Oh, come on!" He slid out of bed as well. "Don't be like that, Regina."
I ignored him, searching through the drawer I had emptied my luggage into last night. It grew difficult to keep up the charade when he came to stand behind me. Heat radiated off his body, making my bare skin tingle. An arm wrapped around my midsection and he pressed his mouth against my ear. "Do you really want to take a shower all by yourself?"
My resolve melted away as he nipped my neck again. "No," I moaned.
I felt his smile against my shoulder. "I thought so. Come on."
He took my hand, leading me to the bathroom. Dark wood paneling lined the entire room and a white porcelain tub sat against the far wall. I vowed to take a nice bubble bath in it before we left the Sampson house for London.
I leaned against the matching porcelain sink as Daniel bent over to turn on the shower. It gave me an unobstructed view of his ass and I enjoyed every minute of it. He glanced over his shoulder, as if he knew I was ogling him. I smirked in response, crossing my arms.
The shower burst on, the water pounding against the shower curtain wrapped around it. Daniel stood and faced me. "Enjoying the view?"
"You know it." I reached out, wrapping my arms around his neck. Pressing myself against him, I kissed him again. When I broke the kiss, I smiled. "Shall we?"
We stepped into the steam enveloping the tub, letting the water cascade down over us. Though the tub was big enough, we stayed as close together as possible. It had been too long since we last showered together. The last few months had been filled with stolen moments when I wasn't sitting by my father's bedside or working to find anything to make him feel better. Superfast showers after quickies with Daniel followed by meals lacking nutritional value but were easy to make became our marital life. It wasn't fair to him.
But he had been patient and understanding through the whole thing. He had even kept his own vigils at Dad's bedside for me when work wouldn't let me go. I was lucky the two most important people in my life liked each other. Yet Daniel still gave up his time for my father. We both needed this vacation.
When we entered the kitchen, Jim and Cassandra were already seated at the table in the middle of breakfast. She stood, ready to serve us. I held up my hands. "We can get our own food. You sit and eat."
"Absolutely not! You are our guests and I will not have you serving yourselves. Go, sit. I have a feeling you need a little rest, right?" She winked and I realized they guessed if they didn't know for certain what had kept us upstairs for so long.
My cheeks burned as Daniel led me to the table. Jim glanced over at us and focused on me with concerned eyes. "Are you hot, my dear? Cassandra, I think you need to open a window."
"Oh no, I'm fine. Don't trouble yourself."
But Cassandra ignored me, opening the window over the sink before handing us our plates. "Don't worry. It is hot in here and the breeze will feel nice. Right, dear?"
"Yes, dear," Jim replied, turning the page of his morning paper.
Cassandra tried to snatch the paper away from her husband. "We have guests! And you're ignoring them for whatever drivel that old rag is printing today."
"I like the drivel this old rag prints. And I am certain our guests aren't going to mind if I finish my morning paper, do you?" He looked over the top of the paper at us, raising an eyebrow in askance.
Daniel shook his head. "I'm not much of a conversationalist in the morning. Right, Regina?"
"It's true. I give him coffee, something to eat and then leave him alone. He usually comes around after the first cup. I read the paper while I wait." I turned to Jim. "May I read that after you're done?"
"Of course, my dear. I'm glad someone else appreciates the morning paper." He shot a look at his wife.
Cassandra ignored him, talking to me. "Well, when we're done here, I was hoping to steal you away for the morning. Show you around and perhaps do a little shopping."
I looked at Daniel, raising an eyebrow at him. He held my gaze, his expression unchanging. "I'd love to spend the day with you, Cassandra."
"Good, everything's settled. Can I read my morning paper in peace now?" Jim pulled the paper up further, creating a wall between himself and us. Daniel winked, knowing full well I sometimes did that as well. I bit back a chuckle.
We ate in silence as Daniel rubbed my leg under the table. He traced little circles and it tingled even through my jeans. It took all my willpower not to make excuses and drag him back upstairs. That and the leftover embarrassment I felt from Cassandra's look earlier.
Jim finished his newspaper and passed it to me. He turned to Daniel. "I don't want to rush you, but I would like to get over to the university as soon as possible."
"Of course, the sooner we get there, the sooner we can get back. I'd like to have dinner out tonight, if that's okay?" He looked between the Sampsons.
Cassandra nodded. "Of course that's okay. In fact, Regina and I can look at a few places while we're out."
"Thank you. You are being so kind, I don't know how we'll ever repay you." I wanted something to thank these wonderful people. It seemed only right.
Cassandra glanced at her husband, who nodded slightly. "Well, we do have an idea. Jim and I have been talking for quite some time about visiting Boston…"
"You are absolutely allowed to stay with us. We wouldn't have it any other way, would we, Daniel?" I elbowed him for a response.
He jumped. "Yes, of course. Just let us know and we'll make the arrangements. Promise."
"Well, now that's all agreed, we need to get going, Daniel. It's about an hour's drive to the university." Jim stood, wiping some crumbs off his shirt.
Daniel stood as well, munching on one last piece of bacon. He leaned down, giving me a quick kiss before following Jim. Before stepping out, he turned back to me. "Pick some place good. Love you."
"Love you too," I called back.
Cassandra chuckled after our husbands left. "I'm surprised you two are honeymooning here in Edwinstowe."
"We aren't. This is just a vacation." I fiddled with my tea cup. "You are the second person to assume we're on honeymoon."
"Well, you two can't hide the fact you're newlyweds."
"We're not," I replied.
Cassandra's surprise was genuine. "The way you act…I had just assumed. How long, then? If you don't mind me asking."
"Of course not. We just celebrated five years last month." Not that we really celebrated. My father's funeral had been a week before our anniversary and neither of us felt merry. We still had a candlelight dinner at home and exchanged presents but I felt our fifth anniversary deserved so much more. I hoped to achieve that here in England.
"Good for you two. It can be hard to keep the romance alive." Cassandra stood. "Why don't you grab a sweater and meet me in the car?"
Cassandra was a great tour guide. She wasn't a native of Edwinstowe but she had lived there with Jim for nearly two decades. As such, she knew every brick and stone in the village. Everyone also knew her. It was a different feeling than living in Boston. Cassandra knew people who lived across town; I wasn't able to name the people who lived down the block from us.
With her help, I found a restaurant for dinner and started to plan a makeup anniversary dinner. I had showered again and changed into a nice black cocktail dress when he returned from his studies at the university. He stood at the top of the staircase with an awestruck expression. I smiled, looking at him in the mirror. "You like?"
"You look absolutely stunning. I didn't know the place was that fancy. Do I need to wear a suit and a tie?"
"I've already laid it out." I pointed to the bed.
"Thanks." But instead, he turned toward the stairs. "I'm going to let Jim know."
"What?" I turned around. "Why?"
"Because they're coming with us. You knew that, right?"
"No. I thought this was going to be just us. So we can celebrate."
"Celebrate what?"
"Our anniversary."
He tilted his head. "Uh, Regina, that was last month."
"I know." I stood and approached him, taking his hands in mine. "But we didn't really celebrate properly."
"I thought our dinner was nice."
"Nice, yes," I said. "But we deserve wonderful. Don't you agree?"
Daniel kissed me. "Of course. But not tonight. It would be rude toward James and Cassandra."
I fiddled with the gold band on his left ring finger. "I still want to celebrate our anniversary while we're here in England."
He leaned forward, kissing my forehead. "We will. I'll plan us a great five year anniversary when we're in London. Promise."
My shoulders sagged. "Fine. But you better make good on your promise."
"Come on. I would think you would have more faith in me than that." He pulled me closer for a kiss.
When we broke apart, he smiled. "Let me go get changed. Be only a few minutes."
I watched as he slipped into the bathroom before returning to my vanity to clean up my makeup. Since I had the time, I checked my hair. I still wore it in a feathered style, which my friends teased me about. "It's time to let the Seventies go, Regina. Everyone else has—disco's dead, polyester suits are finally out of style and the economy is on a rebound. Join us in the eighties," one of my neighbors had said once. But I kept my hair short out of necessity in the lab and the feathered look complemented me the best. I wasn't going to give it up and Daniel kept insisting I would look beautiful bald, so he didn't care what I did.
He appeared in the mirror, standing behind me to fix his own hair. "You look lovely, Regina. You're going to be the envy of everyone here."
"Flatterer." I shot him a look but it only made him smile more. I sighed. "You're lucky you're so cute. Come on."
We piled into Jim's 1977 Buick LeSabre, which I only knew because Daniel told me. My husband loved cars and tried to stay up to date on all the cars on the road. He rattled off facts about the car as we sat next to each other in the backseat, pressed together despite the fact that there was plenty of room there. He slung his arm around me and, though the car talk was boring, I enjoyed just being near him. Even though my night wasn't going as I planned, we were together. That was all that mattered.
Cassandra turned around to face us. "I see someone is a car enthusiast."
I shrugged before looking at Daniel with a smile. "Boys and their toys, right?"
"She's put up with a lot of car talk since meeting me." He glanced down at me, kissing the tip of my nose. "Regina's practically a saint."
I tried not to snort as Cassandra changed the topic. "You chose a great place, Regina. Jim and I have eaten there before but we've never found time to go back. Thanks for giving us an excuse."
I shrugged. "Glad to be of service."
"Here we are. Why don't you get out and I'll go park the car?" Jim suggested. We nodded and got out of the car.
The restaurant was nice, just as Cassandra said. It was the fanciest place in Edwinstowe, I could tell, but couldn't compete with the more upscale restaurants in Boston. Still, it was perfect for us. The lights were dimmed to allow the candles on the tables to create a more intimate and romantic atmosphere. We were sat at a round table set for four. Water glasses sat before us, as did clean wine glasses. Daniel ordered us a bottle, ignoring Jim's protests.
The waiter arrived with wine and poured out four glasses. Daniel raised his glass. "I'd like to make a toast. To five years of marital bliss with my wonderful wife. Here's to ten times as many more."
I smiled and clinked my glass with his. After taking a drink, Cassandra turned to Daniel. "So, do tell us about what you and my husband were researching this afternoon. Are you an expert on Robin Hood now?"
Daniel shrugged. "I wouldn't say that…but I did learn a lot."
"Oh?" She leaned closer. "Like?"
"There's a lot about Robin Hood, both as a legend and theories about him as a historical figure."
"Historical figure?" I leaned closer to him. "You mean Robin Hood was real?"
"Possibly. There are a few nominees for the historical Robin Hood but most scholars agree he is a legend."
Cassandra rested her chin on her hand. "Okay, so which angle are you taking?"
He hesitated while I tensed up. Daniel was secretive when working on a new project, as if talking about it would be bad luck. Even to me. There were many people who assumed I knew everything about his books and would ask me. But I didn't know anything until the advance reader's copies came out. Daniel always gave me one.
Daniel glanced down and gave a vague, nonanswer in line to the ones I used to receive before I learned to stop questioning him. Cassandra, though, pressed on. "Robin Hood is such a fascinating character. And I'm sure you've decided on an interesting take for him."
"I have." Daniel's tone, to my surprise, was excited and open. "What do you want to know?"
"Let's go back to the historical Robin Hood discussion. You never really finished it."
Daniel nodded, leaning closer to her. "Good place to start. Well, there are a few nominees for the real Robin Hood, going back to the twelfth century…"
As he and Cassandra chatted, I watched them as I drank my wine. Daniel was enlivened as he spoke, gesturing and almost bouncing in his seat at one point. His eyes shone in a way I loved, but not tonight. Not when they were shining at Cassandra, a woman who had done something I never could. Jealousy left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth and no amount of wine could wash it away.
Jim leaned closer to me. "What about you? Did you learn anything new today?"
"Just that Cassandra knows everybody in this town. Everybody," I stressed.
He laughed. "I know, right? I married a social butterfly, but it's good for me. I tend to retreat to my books too much and need her to pull me out every now and then."
"Balance," I said. "Everyone needs it."
"Of course. I'm sure you and Daniel balance each other."
I nodded. "He's a lot calmer than me but I'm more adventurous them him."
"See? Balance." Jim winked and I chuckled.
But it was drowned out by Cassandra's laugh. She had moved closer to Daniel and they had shared some joke. I knew it was nothing—Cassandra loved Jim and Daniel loved me—but my irrational side was starting to overpower my rational one. Jealousy flared up again and I had to look away.
Jim noticed and leaned closer. "Regina, would you like to know a secret?"
"Sure, why not?" I shrugged. "What is it?"
"Well, I know a place Daniel would love to go to. If you want, I can show it to the two of you tomorrow. Then I can get lost for, oh, say an hour and give you two some alone time. If you want?"
"Yes!" I resisted the urge to hug him. "I think we'd both like that."
"Good. Then we have plans for tomorrow." He smiled as our meals arrived.
Excited, I turned to my dinner and ignored how Daniel and Cassandra had their heads together, talking low about Robin Hood and his book. Tomorrow, he was all mine.
The next morning, I felt like a child on Christmas morning. It took all my willpower not to bounce in my seat as we ate breakfast at the table. Beside me, Daniel seemed oblivious. Or still tired. We had turned in early the night before but hadn't fallen asleep until the wee hours of the morning.
Jim brought up his idea after his first cup of coffee. "Daniel, there's a place I'd love to show you. I think it'll help your research."
"Oh?" Daniel's interest was piqued. Everything was going according to plan. Good. "What is it?"
"It's a place here in Edwinstowe associated with Robin Hood. Probably the most associated with him, outside Sherwood Forest. You'll love it." Jim turned to me. "Regina, would you like to come?"
"I would love to. Sounds interesting. Right, dear?" I nudged Daniel.
He smiled and nudged me back. "If you say so, sweetheart."
Everything was going the way I had hoped. Until Daniel turned to Cassandra. "Do you want to join us as well? Make a day of it?"
I lowered my head, using my hair to hide my frown. This was a wrinkle neither Jim nor I had thought about. I told myself Daniel was just being polite and that I shouldn't read anything more into it.
"Thanks but no thanks. I have a meeting with the ladies about the Midsummer festivities," I heard her say. "Besides, I think I know where Jim is taking you. And I've seen many, many times before. You go and enjoy it with Regina."
"Well, now that that's settled, why don't we get ready to go?" Jim suggested.
I lifted my head, smiling. "Sounds great. I'll just go get my sweater. Meet you in the car?"
We pulled up to a church, a large gray stone structure. I had seen its spire as I had walked around town but never thought to ask about it. What did it have to do with Robin Hood?
"This is St. Mary's Church. Legend says that Robin Hood married Maid Marian in this church," Jim explained.
Daniel's eyes widened and he leaned closer to the window to get a better look at the church. "A place where Robin Hood may have been? Amazing! Can we go in?"
"Yes, you can. I can show you around, if you want." But Jim glanced at me using the rearview mirror and winked. Our plan was still in motion.
"Let's go." Daniel unbuckled his seatbelt as he opened the door. He leaned back in, holding his hand out to me. "Coming, Regina?"
I took his hand and let him help me out. Smoothing out the skirt of my white sundress, I waited for Jim to make his exit.
It was quick as he saw someone he knew the moment we got out of the car. He waved us on. "You two go ahead. I'll meet you in there once I'm done chatting with Bill for a few minutes."
I locked arms with Daniel and we almost ran into the church. The silence enveloped us as we stared at the stone interior. Arches held up the church as wooden pews filled its body. We stood at the end of the aisle, staring down to the nave. "Amazing," he whispered.
"Why don't we get closer?" I whispered back.
He nodded, squeezing my hand as we walked down the aisle in silence. I remembered walking down the aisle five years ago, one arm clutching my bouquet and the other my father's arm. Not out of nerves but from the excitement of becoming his wife. I glanced over at him; his eyes shone with the same joy they had that day but this time it wasn't directed at me. But this time I was able to share it with him.
We passed under the wooden structure set up before the altar. It was like the trellis I had requested set up in the church, just without the ivy climbing up it. Daniel released my hand and looked around. "Imagine a wedding scene. I should take notes to remember how to describe it. How could I forget my camera?"
He was muttering to himself, something he did when in "writing mode." I had learned to ignore it, knowing he wasn't talking to me. But this time, I wanted him to. "So, you're going to write Robin and Marian's wedding?"
"I don't know. Marian's a late addition to his tale in many respects." Daniel faced me, eager to share his newfound knowledge. "In some versions, he romances a woman named Clorinda, queen of the shepherds."
"I didn't know the shepherds had a queen."
"Apparently. And you know what? Her description reminded me of you." He ran a hand through my hair. "Dark hair, dark eyes. Beautiful."
I smiled and lowered my eyes, trying to be modest but I failed. No matter how many years we had been together, his complements still made me feel like a school girl with her first love.
Entwining our fingers, I pulled him closer to me. "So are you really going to use her? It seems wrong to pair him with someone other than Marian."
"I was just flirting with the idea. Mostly because of how much she reminded me of you." He leaned closer. "I don't think Robin Hood could be with anyone else but Marian either. Don't be surprised if Marian is a lot like you."
"Temperamental with a mouth like a sailor?" I raised an eyebrow. "I think she would be a bit more genteel than that."
"I meant the sassy, smart, passionate woman I married and who I love."
Touched, I rose on my tiptoes to kiss him. When we broke, I played with a loose thread on his shirt. "This reminds me of our wedding. You, me, the altar…"
Daniel pulled away a bit and took my left hand in his. He looked me in the eyes. "I, Daniel Aherns, take you, Regina Mills, to be my wife."
"What are you doing?" I laughed.
"Renewing my commitment to you," he replied. "Now where was I? Oh, right. I promise to be true to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."
Warmth spread through me at the sweetness of his gesture. Glad I decided to wear my nice white sundress today, I took a deep breath. "I, Regina Mills, take you, Daniel Aherns, to be my lawful husband. I promise to be true to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."
We kissed in front of the altar, sealing our recommitment to each other for the rest of our lives.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who followed, favorited and/or reviewed the first chapter! I hope you enjoyed this one as much as my first. And I hoped you had a great Halloween as well.
