You, Always

When he got home in the wee hours of the morning, he was tempted to call Miranda. Their wedding was in two weeks. And to say he was excited was an understatement. Being married to her was the only thing on his mind. The day before the wedding, he went back home. He sent a message to Miranda to see where she was. When she said she was at home, Ben took a cab there and let himself in. He found his future wife sitting in their living room on the longest sofa. "Is that you, sweetie?" She asked over her shoulder.

"Yes, it's me, baby." Miranda turned back around. "Is that all I get?" He put his hand to his chest and walked toward her. She continued to watch her show. He smiled. He knew this game. Ben sat next to her, putting her feet on his lap. He started to rub them and she closed her eyes. "Is that all I get?"

"I don't want to get too happy about you being here," she said.

"Well, woman, you might as well do it because we're getting married tomorrow." Miranda grinned and then groaned as he dug his fingers deeper into her foot.

"We are getting married," she smiled. "You're a lucky man."

He leaned in to kiss her for the first time in a long time. Sometimes all he wanted was to hold her. He moved closer to her and put his arms around her waist, pulling her in. He sighed. "I am very lucky."

"You fellas have to pick up your tuxes." Ben nodded. "And I need to find some damn bridesmaids."

Ben laughed loudly. "Just ask Torres and Grey and… and, uh, Robbins." He shrugged. That's how he got three groomsmen. Well, his brother was a no-brainer, but he'd asked his best male friend, Justin Knox and his cousin from Chicago, Andre. "Or I can drop my groomsmen and it could you, me and Tuck up there."

Miranda twisted her lips to the side. He loved when she did that. "Maybe."

"So everything else is all set up?"

"Yep. The planner is doing all that other stuff—decorating, guest reminders, reception…"

"Good. Especially since we're paying her handsomely."

Miranda rubbed his head, easing him into a deep comfort. "You're hungry?"

"I could eat."

"What are you in the mood for?" He looked up her with a grin on his face. "Unh-uh!" She hit his arm playfully and got off of the chair, leaving him there.

"Where is Tuck?"

"At the hotel with my family"

"Got it." While they were in the kitchen, Ben made another memory of seeing Miranda by the stove making him a sandwich. Not that she had to, but because she wanted to. He touched her waist and kissed her neck. "You want to go over there now?"

She shook her head while slicing his egg sandwich in half. "We'll go and check in later."

"Okay. I just need this beautiful and delectable sandwich, a shower and a nap and I will be ready to go." Miranda sat opposite him. They chuckled and talked some more. He was amazed that they never ran out of things to say. "I'm so nervous," he said while eating his food.

"I hope it's a good nervous."

"It is. I'm not worried or anything. Just anxious. I can't wait to call you my wife." She smiled. There used to be a time when he wouldn't admit anything emotional to the woman he was with, but Miranda had insisted that she wanted all of him. He trusted her. She was his best friend.

"Me, too. I get butterflies every time I think about the ceremony and jumping the broom and saying 'I do'."

"And continuing this love forever."

"Yeah, forever," she said wistfully. Ben inhaled. He knew she was doing all of this for the second time and was a little apprehensive about pledging her love and giving her whole heart again. But he was here to stay. He loved her, he feared, more than he loved himself sometimes. "Which is a really long time," Miranda added.

"I know. I know. But it'll be good." Ben winked at her making her grin. "So you can't wait to spend the rest of your life with me?" She shook her head. "Even though we're technically married?"

"Yeah, even though." Ben reached across the table and Miranda grabbed his hand. They were quiet for a while—the kind of quiet where there was no more to be said at the moment, so you didn't waste energy trying to be poetic or deep. "Do you want a drink?

"Water please?" She slipped her hand from his and grabbed a bottle of water from their pantry. She held it out for him. He shook his head with a small smile on his face. He took it and then pulled her down onto his lap. Her legs straddled him. "Do you want to get in the shower with me?"

"Yes, I do, but I'm not going to."

He groaned. It had been two months since the last time they had sex. His sex life mostly consisted of phone sex and masturbating several times a day. He didn't know how she was doing it, but they'd decided to hold out until after the wedding. However, he just wanted to pick her up, put her on the table and have his way. He kissed her lips deeply. "Do you love me?"

"Of course, Ben." She grabbed his head and he kissed her chest. "Do you love me?"

"Miranda, I am so in love with you."

"Good. And you promise to tell me everything?"

Ben had to smile. "I will tell you everything that you need to know." They laughed again. Ben stopped just before she did to hear her laugh. It was one of his favorite sounds. "Do you promise to confide in me and not wait until it builds up and you implode?"

She rolled her eyes and got off of his lap. "Yes."

"Wow, that was convincing," he said smirking. Ben headed to the kitchen door and called over his shoulder: "There's still time for you to join me, Dr. Bailey."

His fiancée stood up and put the dishes in the sink. "Go shower, Dr. Warren."