additional being we’d be responsible for.
“Maybe just a little longer. Until we’re at sea on our honeymoon.”
He didn’t even hesitate. He just donned the condom and came back to me.
Like he had always come back to me.
Like he always would.
Our lives had blended together, shifted apart, and found their way back to each other. But in the end, my original theorem at sixteen had proven true. We hadn’t been water and cesium then. We weren’t Dawson or Violet now. We were Vanadium and Bromine merging. We were solely and completely one unit.
A water-based solution that was always meant to be.
♫ ♫ ♫
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The man shut the bar, clicked the button next to him, and we swooshed backward while he loaded the next car. Our seat continued to sway, and I gripped the bar.
Jersey laughed next to me, and I turned my head from the ground disappearing beneath us to her. To the beauty that was the pale vision next to me. “This is funny to you?”
“It’s just…you’re this big, bad Coast Guard, all protective He-man action. So, it’s strange to see you afraid of a simple machine.”
“We aren’t birds. We don’t have wings. If we fall, there will be nothing to save us.”
“We’re not going to fall. Don’t look at the ground, look out.” She took my chin in her hand and drew it up from the ground so I was looking out at the ocean, and I realized, for the first time, that the skies weren’t blue, and the sun wasn’t shining. I hadn’t really noticed it when I was spending time with someone who was as bright as the sun. And Jersey was exactly that when she let herself come out from behind her shield.
The ocean was rough, and the wind whipping around us was more from the ominous clouds than the ride. The air was hot and humid, but it was also charged with energy, and I regretted ever stepping foot on the ride.
“What the hell are we doing on this thing in a storm?” I croaked out.
She laughed again. “It’s beautiful, right?”
The stormy seas were beautiful, like she’d said, especially with the clouds seeming to blur into the waves. But that beauty could turn deadly in a second. I knew it for a fact, because I lived on the sea for a good portion of my daily life.
She tucked her arm through mine. “I’ll keep you safe.”
And then it was my turn to laugh. This little tiny thing next to me, offering to keep me safe. As if she really did have her own superpowers. As if she was Cat Woman, or Black Widow, or that damned Glasswing she idolized and could deliver me from a fall, unscathed.
Except, I’d already fallen. Hard. For her. For my wife.
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She went down the hall with a drunken walk, bumping into walls and making so much noise that I was sure Mac and Truck were going to come out of their rooms ready to start a fight.
“Where are you going?” I asked as I followed her.
“To bed,” she said and entered the master suite.
“Not in here, you’re not.”
She was already on the bed, feet going under the sheet and head landing on the pillow I’d been using. The king-sized bed was huge, and yet, somehow, she was in the exact spot