Stephanie's POV:
Ranger is asking me to marry him. ME! My brain was screaming "YES! SAY YES!" "Yes," I finally get out. A heart shaped diamond slips onto my ring finger which is way bigger than the one I'm wearing.
"Babe." Warm Ranger lips touch mine and I feel it down to my toes in my ivory high heels.
Beautiful dress. Armani suit. Dad and Grandma are walking on the bridge I can see from behind Ranger. A strange man in a robe. "Now?" I pulled back looking in those dark eyes I will love forever.
I have witnessed very few times where this man was uncertain and now was a time. "Yes, is it too soon? Do you want a longer engagement?"
This is what I want with Ranger. The someday I've wanted is here and I'm not waiting a minute longer. "Hell, No!" I clapped my hand over my mouth with the priest or minister standing there. "I'd carry you on a plane to Vegas myself!"
"Good," Ranger told me against my lips.
Mary Lou and Lenny, Lula, Ranger's parents, Ella and Luis, and Merry Men all gathered around us.
"Here, Chica," Hector said handing me a bouquet of ivory and dark pink roses.
"Hector!" I hugged him. "Are you my flower girl?"
He glanced at his boss who was chuckling. "Si. You're a beautiful bride." It was one of his many jobs for Rangeman.
Daddy was standing there with a big smile on his face, offering me his arm. We walked back to the beginning of the bridge when I realized someone was missing. Not that I particularly minded. "Is Mom here?"
"We left her at home. This is a happy occasion."
It was and I would not want my mother to spoil it either.
Hector, the wedding planner, had everyone arranged to his liking when soft instrumental music began playing from the trees as my father and I walked to Ranger under the umbrella of green branches and white lights. Our 'bridge to someday' was a fairy forest and I was the fairy bride with my dark fairy prince.
Ranger's POV:
How could Stephanie be any more exquisite at this moment as I watched her walk to me. Her blue eyes were shining. Tank was next to me with the wedding rings and my parents were standing behind me. My mother was wiping her happy tears. I had to blink a few times so mine didn't fall.
We pledged our vows in the spot Stephanie's grandparents did sharing in the love that was acknowledged many years before.
"And food!" Stephanie let out seeing white tents with tables and a long one with covered silver chafing dishes, silver buckets of Cristal champagne, a wedding cake, and a chef waiting to carve succulent roast beef after Hector snapped our wedding photographs.
"It's love, honor, and feed the beast until death do us part."
"Har, har!" Stephanie couldn't conceal the grumble of her stomach. "What if I said no?"
"Well, Babe, this would have been an extended celebration of 'Stupid Guy Thing Day' (June 22) because I would have looked like a big goof.
"Some celebration with a catered dinner, cake, and Cristal from a loveable one."
"Only the best for you, Babe."
"What is in the trailer?" She was pointing to the white camper which housed a bathroom with multiple stalls parked off from the house.
"Bathroom. There are none currently working on site and I could not see our guests using a Port-a-John."
"Not in this dress! My husband thinks of everything."
"Like I said, Babe, only the best for you."
My pants are going to be cutting off circulation if they get any tighter listening to my Bride eat her dinner. For me, it was a real-life food porn. Stephanie was licking her lips with each bite and moaning "Oh, Ranger, this is good." I'm hoping she will be screaming those words later on our wedding night, but I'm losing feeling in my pants! The woman I married is so damn sexy she turning me on and killing me at the same time. For a break, I handed Stephanie her wedding present. I tied together the three renderings of house plans I preferred the most from the ones Anthony showed me. If she doesn't like any, then he'll design ones according to her wishes in a house.
"Happy wedding, Babe."
Her blue eyes registered her curiosity as she untied the silver bow. "These are houses."
"Your father sold us this property. I had an architect drawn up plans. There is a lot of your grandparent's house that can be saved and can be incorporated into a new house. Anthony will design any type of house you want if you prefer something else."
"A house." She was stunned holding the rolled papers and slowly unrolled them. There were long minutes as she went over the first plan and studied a picture of the finished house. It was a brick house with sweeping front porch. Putting that one aside, Stephanie's blue eyes softened at the second. It was my favorite. To her Grandparent's original structure, a stone addition was attached with two story pointed arch front.
"This one."Stephanie knew what she liked and never glanced at the third one. Also, circulation was coming back into my pants with the break.
We danced and ate our wedding cake reserving two pieces to go. I had reservations for the night in a romantic B&B outside of Trenton and leaving for two weeks in Turks in the morning. After our guests left, we stood on our 'bridge to someday' imagining the new house that would grow out of old house anticipating in a few months us coming over this bridge to be home
Frank's POV:
"Where were you two?" Helen asked as Edna and I came through the front door.
Edna was all giddy and I think it was mostly from that Cristal champagne served with the catered dinner which I believe she drank a whole bottle and brought one with her. "A wedding. Ain't that a pip! Wait until you see the video!"
"Who got married?"
"It's a surprise! Give me a second here to work this fancy phone."
The old bat was touching things on the Rangeman phone Stephanie and Ranger had given her as a wedding gift. Ranger had to be crazy to give my mother-in-law a cell phone even if it was reconditioned because the company issued new ones to the employees. "Here," she said handing Helen the phone hearing the instrumental music from Stephanie and Ranger's ceremony.
"What!" Helen screamed and she swayed to the left. I was able to brace her head a little before she slumped to the floor. I don't move as quickly as I used too. "What are you doing now?"
Edna was taking a picture of her daughter sprawled on the living room floor after she placed a champagne bottle she pulled from her purse next to Helen and put a thumb to her lips.
"I'm putting this on my Facebook page. Me and Mrs. Bertuli are friends on Facebook. Maybe I'll have a contest for the best caption and give away a bottle of champagne. I can't wait to read her comments when she sees this. Helen's a party pooper. Go get two glasses, Frank."
I opened the china cabinet removing two flutes. That was the most intelligent thing my mother-in-law has said in the last 30 minutes. She was a loon, but a loon with expensive champagne.
"To Stephanie and Ranger," I toasted with Edna and my unconscious wife, "on their bridge to someday."