Turns out, I wasn't quite as done with this sorry as I thought I was...characters aren't mine, prompt belongs to aprylynn.
I want a moment of silence, a moment of prayer, for the love we'll need to make it in the world out there. -Don Henley
He was speechless and that didn't happen very often. She walked towards him, looking beautiful in a pale blue sundress. The calm she was exuding was what took his voice away. When she had excused herself briefly from the waiting area of the county clerks office, a part of him still expected her to run.
Yet, here he was, holding open the door to the judge's office, and it was him that was shaking a bit. She gently ran her hand down his right cheek, scratching his stubble lightly. This action, once her silent apology, her unspoken plea for forgiveness, had over time become another one of their non-verbal codes. Without a word, she could say that she was good, great even, that she had his back, had his life, had his heart, all in that simple caress.
He remained speechless until the judge cleared his throat, "Marty, son, you're going to have to repeat after me if you want to make this official. You have the rest of your life to stare at her."
"Someone once told me husbands don't stare at their wives, so I was trying to memorize everything while I still had the chance." Smiling even wider, he obeyed and repeated after the judge, as did she.
Simple gold bands were exchanged and papers signed. It was only after he'd kissed his bride and carried over the threshold that he began to speak again. Looking back on that day decades later, she would always joke that she'd wished she'd appreciated the silence a little bit more and then promptly place a kiss on those chatty lips.
I pray we're the lucky ones, I pray we never fall, to want what we have, to take what we're given with grace. -Don Henley
