Cheyenne finished straightening up the disastrous mess that was the living room and then shrieked in surprise when she stood back up and came face to face with her husband. She playfully swatted him. "Van, warn me next time!" she chided.
Van laughed. "Sorry." He grinned before handing her a few roses. "Happy anniversary, Cheyenne."
She thanked him first with a kiss. "Thank you, but it's our twenty-third. Not a big one."
He shrugged. "Twenty-three years is still a pretty big milestone we should celebrate."
Cheyenne placed the roses in a vase and then the two of them began to dance. "Who would have thought we'd end up here twenty-three years ago?" Everyone who knew them (and quite a few strangers) hadn't had much faith in teenage newlyweds dealing with an unplanned pregnancy but they proved them all wrong and beat the odds, still happily married all these years later.
"I did. You and the kids are the best thing in my life. You gave me a family, and I'll never forget that." He didn't just mean the kids either - her parents and siblings also became his.
The two of them were meant to be together and always would be.