When Wash asked me to marry him, I said yes. There was no hesitation. He picked me up and spun me about the galley. Kaylee could be heard claaping from just outside and Jayne grunted something.
The ceremony was simple. We found a Shephard on Persephone and Mal walked me down the aisle, trying to talk me out of it. Inara had lent me a cream colored dress that stopped Wash in his tracks. When I saw him standing to the Shephard, gaping at me, I turned to Mal. "Shut up, sir."
That night we lay in bed together, Wash's arms around me. We had been doing this for months but it felt different somehow. He kissed my shoulder and got up from the bed. I rolled over and propped myself up on my elbow. He came back over, hold a necklace made of leather cord.
I sat up. "I want you have this."
"What is it?" I asked.
He smiled a me. "Made it for you. This cord was what my father gave me before he died. He told me to use it to tie myself to my future." He knelt down on the bed and I held my hair up as he clasped it around my neck.
♥♥♥
I sigh as I remember this. I feel blessed to have married Wash, to have met him. I lay back in bed, tired. It has been a long nine months, but here I am.
I smile aw Wash walks over to the bed, our daughter in his arms. He hands Mimi to me and tucks my body under his arm as he sits next to me.
"What are you thinking, bao bei?"
I turn and kiss his cheek. "Just remembering how we fell in love."
He smiles at me. "Good times." He kisses my head nad we look at our daughter, watching her sleep. I nestle closer to him and sigh happily.
"You
raise me up so I can stand on mountains.
You raise me up to walk
on stormy seas.
I am strong when I am on your shoulders.
You
raise me up to more than I can be."
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