So, what has happened over the past month since the skyscraper fire? A lot has changed. First and foremost, Arnold and Spinelli had to reschedule their wedding since they wanted to be there for their friends at Firehouse 55, along with Mr. Spinelli. Speaking of House 55, Watkins announced he'd be retiring from his role as a paramedic on Aid 55. He wasn't retiring from his age, considering he's in his late 40s, but to seek another opportunity in life. Speaking of Aid 55, The HFD officially rebranded all Aid Cars to the usual term "Ambulance" and its usual number. Even with the rebrand, some Ambos were still called Aid Cars. Unfortunately, the same car continued to follow Engine 55 when it went on solo or two truck calls, and PD had no answer about who the owner was. Now, as for Murray, after his performance during the skyscraper fire, he was evaluated by Phoebe for any medical issues, and to his surprise… he was cleared for Squad duty. The only thing was, Squad's roster was already full. Now, what about Arnold and Spinelli's wedding? Well…
Two Days Until The Wedding
Arnold and Spinelli rescheduled the wedding for a month and a few days later and kept it on a Wednesday. Currently, it was four-fifty-five AM in the morning. While Arnold and Spinelli were cuddled in bed, Spinelli was tossing and turning just about every minute for the past hour.
"You need to run…"
"Don't you dare do this, Arnold!..."
CRASH
RUMBLE
"AAAAAAH!" Spinelli suddenly woke up and sat up while gasping for air. Arnold also woke up and sat up while rubbing his left eye. "Spin… Wh- what's wrong? Another nightmare?..." He yawned. Spinelli gulped and nodded.
Arnold started to rub her arm and kissed her cheek. "Shhh, there there… Everything's alright… I'm here, baby…" He tried comforting her. Spinelli only sighed. Arnold kissed her cheek again. "You okay now?" He asked. Arnold soon wrapped his arms around her.
Spinelli sighed again. "The past month, it's been the same nightmare over and over again! Arnold, I know you're here cuddling and smothering me so I can feel you here, but the skyscraper nightmare won't leave me alone!" She briefly yanked her messy hair. "I… I don't know anymore…" She leaned against Arnold. Arnold caressed her cheek and kissed her forehead.
Arnold sighed as he looked at her. Spinelli closed her eyes while resting against him. "It'll be alright, sweetie…" He gave several kisses to her head before noticing how quiet she was. "Spinelli?" He asked once. By the looks of things, she had fallen fast asleep. Arnold warmly smiled and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, my angel… Sweet dreams…" Arnold readjusted his arms to hold her while they slept. Soon, he slowly fell asleep while holding Spinelli.
Three and A Half Hours Later…
Around seven-forty AM, Arnold and Spinelli were in the same position they fell asleep nearly four hours ago.
Soon, three knocks on their door were heard. Spinelli eventually woke up. "What?..." She rubbed her eyes.
"Twenty before shift, you two…" It was Pep, who was in her sports bra. "Get up and let's get our day started…" She yawned as Diesel ran over while wagging his tail. Pep chuckled as she walked away. Diesel sat down and decided to wait on his owners.
While Spinelli yawned, Arnold woke up. "Surprise to see you awake already…" He smiled. "How'd you sleep?" He asked. Spinelli kissed his cheek. "Great, thanks to you…" Arnold smiled and rubbed her shoulder.
"Twenty before shift. Another day, another shift." Spinelli yawned. Arnold soon turned her head to face him. And just like that, he initiated a brief kiss between them.
After they separated… "I love you, Arnold. You're the best." Spinelli smiled. Arnold smiled back. "I love you too, Spinelli. You're the best Ashley…"
"Arnold!..." Spinelli blushed. Arnold soon got out of bed but heard a slight noise against the door. "Wait…" He opened the door to reveal Diesel sitting there patiently. "Hey, boy!" He toyed with his fur.
"Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? You are! Freshly groomed too!" Arnold referred to Diesel's latest grooming appointment.
In her sports bra and black panties, Arnold soon noticed Pep near the stairs. "Well? Are you going to stand around or are you going to hug me?" He smiled.
Pep eventually smiled and rolled her eyes. "Oh, what the hell." She went over for a hug. Arnold embraced her into a deep hug and kissed her cheek twice. "You okay this morning?" Arnold asked.
"I'm okay. But what about Spinelli?" Pep asked as they let go. Arnold sighed. "Still having nightmares. I'm not sure what can help free her from them." Pep touched his cheek. "They'll go away eventually, just have faith. Okay?" Arnold nodded in agreement. Pep kissed his right cheek and soon walked away.
Arnold soon looked back, only to see Spinelli already behind him. "Hey, baby…" Arnold smiled at her. He embraced her into a deep hug. "Spinelli, just wanted to remind you that I love you, and I'm always beside you. I love you eternally." Arnold kissed her cheek. Spinelli lightly whimpered while wrapping her arms around his neck. "I love you eternally, Arnold…"
Seventeen Minutes Later
Overhead of House 55, the sun was shining on a partly cloudy day. Walking into the engine bay, three familiar faces were mostly laughing about last night.
"... Oh, my fault we were playing a four-man game. Stop your bitching, you have shitty internet, bud. Keep it up and you ain't participating next game." Arnold finished while Spinelli and Pep were laughing hard.
"Can you imagine the lag he was having? HA!" Spinelli wiped a tear from her eye. They soon stopped laughing. "Phew… That was fun last night, the lag must've been insane."
"Alright, enough of that, let's get this shift started." Arnold suggested while they walked by Engine 55.
After heading upstairs to their lockers and changing into their uniforms, Arnold couldn't resist temptation.
"Arnold! Not now!" Spinelli briefly chuckled while Arnold briefly wrapped his arms around her and touched her thighs. He immediately let go and kissed her cheek. "Let's have a great shift." Arnold smiled. Spinelli smiled back. She shrugged and sighed. "Welp, let's see how fast it'll be before-" Spinelli was cut off by the station alarm.
"Engine 55. Dumpster fire in 202 Southeast Drive." The dispatcher said. Spinelli sighed and shrugged. "So much for a moment of peace…" Arnold rubbed her shoulder and kissed her cheek. "Go get 'em, Lieutenant." He smirked.
After he let go of her, Spinelli snapped her fingers twice and yelled. "Let's go, Engine! We don't have time to laze around! LET'S GO, LET'S MOVE!"
Pep came over in a jacket and had her hands in her pockets. "Even if it's something small, she still has the competitive fire in her." She chuckled. Arnold shrugged and smiled while the roar of Engine 55 was heard downstairs. "Welp, what can I say? That's my wife." He put an arm over her.
Sirens started wailing as Engine 55 started heading out.
Five Minutes Later…
As the brakes hissed, parking near the sidewalk, Spinelli and the others hopped out. The only difference was everyone else had their coats on while Spinelli only had her bunker pants with her coat radio over her shoulder.
"Alright, Johanssen, get a line and extinguish that, I don't think the silver bullets will do much." Spinelli ordered.
"Got it." Gerald replied while Vic stood near the pump. "Shouldn't need a supply line, or do we still hook it up?" Vic asked.
Spinelli shook her head no. "Nah. We should be done quick."
Soon, Vic switched on the water and Gerald sprayed at the dumpster.
While Gerald extinguished the dumpster fire, Spinelli twirled her halligan in both hands. But within a minute, as Gerald switched the hose off, a white Ford SUV soon rolled near their rig. Spinelli looked back, mostly in concern.
"Pack it up, guys." She told the others while looking at the SUV. Spinelli set her halligan down on the bumper.
Soon, a female leg stepped out. And then, once the person stepped out of the SUV, it soon revealed who it was…
It took a second for Spinelli to recognize who it was. "... Wait…" She noticed the honey-blonde hair, pink headband, and the unforgettable pink lipstick look. "...Ashley A?!"
Yup. The one and only, Ashley A.
"I knew I recognized that truck of yours! Oh, my goodness, Spinelli! It's been so long since I've seen you!" Ashley A came up to her for a hug. Spinelli hugged her back. "Where've you been?" Spinelli asked after they let go.
"Spinelli, I really don't want to take up a lot of your time since I see you're busy, but I was off traveling California, Seattle, and Chicago. I can come over sometime and tell you all about it!" Ashley A briefly explained.
"Uh, sure. Sure, that sounds good. Anyhow, I'll see you later, I gotta get back now." Spinelli picked up her halligan. "Oh, and uh, could you move your SUV, you're blocking our truck…"
Ashley A nodded. Spinelli went on her radio. "Engine 55 to Dispatch. Returning to quarters." She stopped for a moment and sighed.
Later…
In the Officer's Quarters, both Arnold and Spinelli were sitting at their desks, mostly finishing their reports from last night's apartment fire.
A loud punch from Spinelli's desk was heard behind Arnold. He looked behind and saw Spinelli tugging on her hair.
He got up and walked over to her. "Spinelli, what's up with you?" Arnold asked while rubbing her shoulders. Spinelli punched her desk again. Her pen rattled off the desk. She sighed while she shook her head once. She soon turned around.
"Arnold?" She started. Arnold got on his knees while touching her knees. "Baby, talk to me. What's wrong?" He rubbed her knee.
Spinelli hesitated and sighed. "Arnold… Do you really love me?" She asked with a genuine tone. Arnold stood up, cupped her face, and kissed her forehead. "Spinelli, you can't be serious… You know I really do love you! Everything I've done for you, everything we did together… You know I love you, with my entire heart… My heart belongs with you..." Arnold kissed her forehead again. "Why are you even asking this?"
Spinelli sighed. "I guess 'cause of my nightmares the past month. You're probably thinking I'm losing my mind, and I see you spending a little more time with Pep than with me… I'm not saying you'll be sleeping with her, but… I guess I feel somewhat alone."
Arnold kissed both her cheeks. "Oh, Spinelli… Don't think your nightmares are affecting our relationship! You know I still love you." He leaned over so his forehead touched her forehead. "Tell you what? After shift tomorrow, anything you want, my treat. Quality time between us." He smiled. Spinelli soon looked at him. She then smiled. "I love you. And thanks."
Arnold warmly smiled. "Of course. I'm always here for you, sweetie." He kissed her forehead again. "Want me to hug you while you're finishing your report or…?"
Spinelli shook her head. "As much as I want you to, you have a report to finish." Arnold kissed her cheek. "Love you." He smiled. Spinelli smiled back.
Later…
An hour passed since their talk. It was cloudy with a light chill breeze. Currently, the Firehouse was empty, but why?
Outside a warehouse, a bucket ladder was raised toward a man hanging from a ladder while Squad and Truck 55 were in the background, both parked at slanted angles. Both front doors of Truck 55 were left open.
Both Michelle and Spinelli stood together chatting while the ladder stopped.
Up on the bucket, Arnold had on his bunker pants with his radio on his shoulder. "Hold still, just relax, kid." Arnold soon noticed the graffiti. He raised an eyebrow.
"I didn't do that!" The young man exclaimed. Arnold rolled his eyes. "Of course not. Look, this is as far as I can go. You gotta come the rest of the way." He raised his arms to catch him.
"You mean drop?!" The young man asked in shock. Arnold nodded. "That's right."
Meanwhile at street level. "See that graffiti? Big-time tagger… Hit every 'L' train, bus stop, and mailbox in Hillwood…" Donovan explained while standing in front of Aid 55. "You the president of his fan club?" Travis asked.
Donovan shook his head. "Nah. I saw it at a museum with Cathy. They have street art exhibitions." Travis looked in disappointment. "This clown's in a museum?" He asked. Donovan shrugged. "What a country. Right?" He chuckled as he looked back up. Travis stared in disappointment.
Back up on the bucket ladder. "Slide on down, I got you. Nice and easy." Arnold said. The man looked down to notice a police patrol car arriving. "You called the cops!"
"How come you're worried about the cops if you claim you didn't do this crap?" Arnold rolled his eyes.
The ladder he was hanging onto was creaking more and more.
"AH!"
"HEY! Hey! Alright! Just drop! Now!" Arnold shouted as a can of spray paint hit him in the shoulder.
CLANG
The man jumped and landed inside the bucket. Arnold went on his radio. "Coming down."
"Copy. All clear." The Captain of Truck 43 replied.
While sirens reflected as clear as day against the building, Murray and Watkins loaded the stretcher into the Aid Car while Stella walked to Donovan and Travis. "All good?"
"Yeah. Graffiti artist got stuck up there, Chief. Isn't the first time this happened." Donovan answered. Travis shook his head.
Soon, a black police SUV pulled up. Sergeant Tanner and his partner got out. Suddenly, everything felt dark and tense once everyone from 55 saw who it was. Spinelli clenched her halligan when she saw it was the Police Intelligence Sergeant. Tanner had made a name as the most intimidating Sergeant Intelligence has had in the past 20 years.
"Arnold!" Stella signaled to Spinelli. Arnold walked over to her and patted her shoulder. The sirens from Truck 55 flashed brightly. Mostly everyone backed up toward her.
Stella stood where she was while Tanner and his colleague approached her. "You have no reason to be here." Stella started. "Oh, I'm collecting gang intel, Chief. A big new tag like that, gotta make sure it doesn't spark a turf war." Tanner answered sternly.
Stella pointed sharply while staring at Tanner. "You've seen it. Now leave." She said. Tanner took a moment before answering. "Listen, how about you take a step back? I don't want to charge you or one of your men or women with interfering with a police investigation." Tanner warned with a serious tone.
Stella lightly nodded. "Yeah…" She looked back to her team. "Pack it up. We're outta here." Everyone nodded and walked back to the trucks. Sirens from Squad and Truck 55 flashed brightly at them while radio chatter went on.
Spinelli briefly looked back before Arnold encouraged her to keep walking. "Hey! Come one. Let's go." He patted her shoulder.
"Didn't expect such a calm reaction from someone who doesn't know how to handle herself." Tanner provoked her.
Spinelli dropped her halligan and immediately turned around. "HEY! HEY!"
Arnold, Donovan, Michelle, and Travis had to hold her back. Spinelli only pointed as they held her back. "Your day's coming… YOUR DAY'S COMIN', TANNER!" Donovan pushed her away as they began walking to Squad's rig. They passed by police officers.
Later…
Around a half-hour passed since the warehouse incident. While Spinelli mostly sat around in the Officer's Quarters, everyone else was in the common room doing their thing.
"Another day, another day of putting with the crap of this city." Michelle said after catching a football tossed by Travis. She cleared her throat as Suarez reached down to pick up a dice from under the table. "Alright, guys. Listen up." Michelle whistled while Stella came by to get coffee. "So… Last night, I was talking with my sister, and some of you might make fun of me for this but… I'm gonna start a podcast."
At that instant, just about everyone looked at her.
"Really? And reinforce the statements that firefighters sit around all day waiting for calls? That we sit around on our asses eating, watching tv, playing poker, and basketball? No way." Donovan asked. He then ate a handful of popcorn after that while watching the TV.
Michelle rolled her eyes. "C'mon! It's a great idea! It won't do any harm, right? It'll be a 'Day in The Life of A Firefighter'." She looked back. "How 'bout it, Chief?"
Stella took a sip and shrugged. "If you're positive about it, then go for it." She encouraged. Michelle snapped her fingers. "Great! Uh… Arnold? Where's Spinelli? I'd like to have a word with you two, actually."
Arnold shrugged and handed his dice over to Pep. "She's in the Officer's Quarters-" He got interrupted by the station alarm.
"Squad 55, Engine 55. House fire on 411 South Gobert Ave."
Soon, the respective truck members got up and ran to the stairs for the engine bay.
Later
Squad 55 was the first truck to arrive. The sirens stopped wailing as the brakes hissed. Arnold got out and slammed the truck door shut. He put on his glossy new red Lieutenant helmet since he lost his old smoked stained helmet in the skyscraper fire a month ago. Everyone but Arnold had their SCBAs on.
Arnold went on his radio. "Fire's out on arrival. Hold all incoming companies. We'll do a little overhaul. Over." He told dispatch as the others went inside the burnt garage. "You okay, ma'am?" He asked the elderly woman, who was holding an extinguisher.
"I'm fine. I must've dropped a cigarette while cleaning out my garage… So stupid of me." She explained. "Good job putting it out. Anyone else would've freaked out." He grabbed the extinguisher. Arnold noticed it was the same car from a call out last week. "Hey, we were here a week ago. Fire in your car, parked out front." Arnold mentioned as Pep came over with a pike pole.
"The car is old." The elderly woman answered. "Two fires in two weeks?" Arnold asked.
"Bad luck always comes in streaks." She answered. Three black men walked by the police patrol car on the scene. "Yo, yo. Afternoon, officer! Ha ha!"
Arnold sighed. "I need to check inside, make sure the fire didn't get in the adjoining wall. Is that alright?" He asked while rubbing her back. The elderly woman nodded. "All right."
Soon, inside the house, Arnold had his helmet under his arm while checking the wall. "No heat. That's good." He soon saw a black-and-white photo. "Me and my late husband." The woman mentioned.
"How long were you married?" Arnold asked.
"Forty-five years, 'till he passed." She replied. Arnold smiled. "What's the secret?"
She chuckled. "Never asked. Just counted my blessings." Arnold softly chuckled. "I'm getting remarried soon, thought I could get some advice, but I'd say that'll work. Forty-five years? Quite the marriage, can't lie." He chuckled.
"I'm sure you'll do fine in your marriage." She chuckled again.
Soon, Arnold exited the house. Suarez came by. "Did she say what happened?" He asked. Arnold shook his head. "Well, apart from getting marriage advice, nothing." Suarez walked off while taking his gloves off.
Arnold stood around for a moment. He saw the same three black men at a stop sign. He soon walked back to his rig.
Soon, Back At The Firehouse
In the Officer's Quarters, well, things haven't exactly been smooth for the Engine Lieutenant…
Punching her desk for what felt like the hundredth time today, Spinelli soon turned around to face Michelle. "You were sayin' somethin'?…" She groaned.
"Uh…" Michelle started. "Well, first off, wipe that bummy look off your face, you've been like that for the past half hour! Secondly, I've had an idea lurking in my mind."
"Shoot." Spinelli crossed her arms. Despite Michelle conversating with her, all that replayed in her head was the incident outside the warehouse.
"Well, I'm not exactly sure how you'll take it but, uh… Would you and Arnold care to join my podcast sometime soon? I plan to make the first episode with my sister and then bring in guests. Like, for example, my family here at the station!"
Spinelli sat there and thought for a moment. "Hm… I've always wondered what podcasts were like… I guess I'd be up for it." She shrugged.
Meanwhile, in the common room…
After Squad came back from their call, the others were sitting at the table, discussing the graffiti art and the person who was behind it.
"And you're meaning to tell me… that this guy is in a museum?" Travis asked again while the others were laughing.
"Am I lying or something? The evidence is right here." Donovan shrugged. Travis slapped the desk. He simply got up and walked away while the others laughed.
Arnold looked back at Squad. "Squad table in the barn?" (barn = engine bay) They nodded and walked back to the engine bay.
"Crazy how that graffiti is in a museum, actually." Suarez mentioned.
"Oh, you want to know something crazier?" Arnold started as they sat down to play cards. "Smith wanted to be back on Truck after getting promoted to Squad. I know you remember." He started to chuckle.
Dean slapped the desk. "My fault I wasn't used to being on Squad after just being promoted. I-" Pep cut off his sentence. "I don't think that helps your argument at all!" She chuckled. "I got promoted to Squad the same time as you and I didn't look back since."
Arnold rubbed Pep's shoulder with a smile. "Just like when you first joined 55, under my wing." He chuckled.
Cruz shrugged. "She does have a point."
Dean lowered his eyelids for a moment. "Are we gonna play cards or are we gonna sit here and talk about nonsense…?"
"Speaking of which-" Cruz noticed the cards they had. "Clemente, why'd you give us UNO cards?" He asked. Arnold looked at her in disappointment. "Pep…"
"What? We gotta switch up every now and then. Besides, you can't tell me with a straight face you aren't curious how this will play out, can you?" She explained.
"Uh-"
"Exactly." Pep soon sat down. "So how about you all shut up, and I'll lay out the rules. Okay?"
"This is gonna be a long game, isn't it…?" Cruz groaned. "Prepare to be in the record books for the most toxic and long UNO game…" Dean added.
Hours Later…
As the day went by, it was a relatively quiet day. Almost no callouts, to everyone's surprise.
As for that UNO game between Squad, well… While multiple arguments broke out, including cards being thrown which meant restarting the game, everyone won one game a piece. Eventually, they decided to challenge Truck to several games of UNO, all except Michelle, who was in the briefing room recording her podcast early with Stella's permission. With the ongoing game competition, the competition of Truck vs Squad was also thrown in. Calling each other A-holes, talking about strapping on boxing gloves and fighting each other, fighting about which company was better, why Squad is more advanced than Truck, and mainly roasting each other.
Just around the afternoon, Arnold came down in the engine bay for a fresh breath of air, when he saw Spinelli sitting on the bumper of her Engine company.
"Spinelli?" He walked over to her.
Spinelli was slouched against the right headlight of the truck, mostly staring off into the city. Arnold sat next to her and wrapped an arm over her. He kissed her cheek once and then asked, "You okay, sweetie?"
All Spinelli did was merely shrug while she kicked her feet back and forth.
"Spinelli, are you okay? You're starting to concern me a little." Arnold asked again. Spinelli soon looked at him. "I'm fine, really. Really, I am. It's just… I guess a lot has happened over the past month. That weird stalker following my Engine company, Tanner not notifying me of my Dad's heart attack and holding a grudge since, but mostly… was the fear of losing you. I've never felt so attached to someone the way I'm attached to you. I mean it in a good way!…" She explained. Spinelli sighed as she looked back at the city view while Arnold wrapped an arm over her shoulder. "I guess what I'm saying is… you're my one and only. You're the light of my life. My love. My all… I love you, Arnold. I'm grateful to be with you, and I'm more than thrilled knowing I'm your wife." Spinelli smiled at the end of her sentence.
Arnold smiled back and kissed her forehead. "I can't tell how happy I am to hear that, but referring back to this past month?…"
Spinelli sighed. "To put it in short, I guess I know what you were feeling before I moved in with you, during your whole PTSD stuff. I feel somewhat stressed on the inside, I feel exhausted, and mostly, I just feel like I'm at my breaking point." She sighed deeply as she looked down.
Arnold rubbed her shoulder and kissed her head several times. "Hang in there, Spin. Everything will soon turn around, I promise." Spinelli rested her head on his shoulder. "Love you, baby…" Arnold smiled.
"I love you too, Arnold…" She smiled back.
After a minute, Pep came out into the engine bay.
"Hey! Guys! Cap and Don are competing on who can chug the most soda without feeling their throats burn! You guys want in?" She smiled at them.
Arnold looked at Spinelli. "What do you say?"
"Are you kidding? Count me in!" She got up and walked toward Pep. Arnold only shrugged as he soon got up and joined the two.
"How far along are they?" Arnold asked.
"One bottle, but I think it's working out in Michelle's favor…" She softly chuckled.
As they walked upstairs to the common room, they already found them chugging a second soda bottle (the average-sized bottles of course). But, seconds later, Donovan spat out the soda as Michelle finished her second bottle.
"I WIN!" Michelle shouted as Donovan coughed for a moment. Everyone whistled, clapped, laughed, and cheered.
"NO FAIR! HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?" Donovan asked while his hands were on his knees.
Michelle shrugged with a smirk. "Maybe because I wasn't DRINKING soda but instead water! HA!"
"DAMN, YOU GOT HIM GOOD!" Pep high-fived Michelle. "And here I thought that wouldn't work!" She chuckled.
"DAYUM!"
Donovan stood there for a moment before chucking the empty soda bottle at the sink. "Somehow I knew this felt off!" He decided to sit down on the couch.
Soon, Stella stood up after she stopped laughing. "Alright, alright, settle down, people. Alright, you've all had your fun. Enjoy the rest of the day since it's been a quiet day, but tomorrow I expect Truck, Engine, and Rescue Squad to run drills. I especially want Truck and Squad to work hard. Don't think I didn't hear all the crap you've been saying…" She lowered her eyelids.
Truck and Squad looked at one another.
"So anyhow, apart from that, I can't help but notice we've been slacking. I want us to pick up that slack with high-intensity drills, you bunch of fighting slobs." She chuckled jokingly.
"Got it, Chief."
"We hear ya, Chief."
"Got it."
"Copy."
Stella nodded. "Commanding Officers, I expect you to keep your men in line and participate." She told Michelle, Arnold, and Spinelli.
"Yes, Chief." Michelle replied.
"No problem, Chief." Spinelli answered.
"Understood." Arnold answered.
Stella snapped her fingers. "Ah. Watkins. Almost forgot. Tomorrow's your last shift with us. Been great having you with us while we did." She smiled.
Watkins nodded. "It was a pleasure working in a legendary firehouse, Chief."
"Then I propose a toast to one last amazing shift tomorrow! To Watkins!" Murray raised his glass of water.
"Amen to that." Michelle answered with a smile.
I know it's so much of a tease before the wedding, but trust me, it'll be worth the wait! Just give me the next couple of chapters, you'll see it'll be worth it...