out of his hands, began reading and then I really almost did fall off the counter. I snapped my head up, and it was like I was having an out-of-body experience. “You are certifiably insane! Just when I think I’ve reached the bottom of your crazy, you amaze me with just how much more cracked in the head you seem to be.”
“Can we go back to where you just tell me you love me?”
“Damien! I’m serious!”
“So was I,” he mumbled under his breath.
I started slapping his chest with the prenup papers. “This states that in the event of a divorce that I get everything! Are you fucking high? Do you do drugs? Is that it?”
The asshole really started laughing at me then.
I started pushing at him. “Get away from me.”
“Wait, Halloween, just wait a sec.” I turned my head away from him as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Awe, baby, don’t be mad. We’re getting married tomorrow. Let’s not go to bed angry.”
“Sarcasm? Seriously?”
He started nibbling soft, sweet kissing down my neck. “Fiona, if we ever get a divorce, it’ll be because I did something so horrible that you could no longer love me or live with me. If that happens, you deserve everything I have.”
“But, Dam-”
“Shh, baby, here’s the thing. I know I’ll never do anything to make you want to leave me, so it’s not really as big a risk as you think it is.” He finished with the kisses and brought his emerald stare to meet my wet one. “We’re going to be forever, Fiona. We were always going to be forever.”
I let Damien take me to bed and every touch, every kiss, every word was better than I ever thought it could be.
My heart, my mind, and my soul were all finally settled.
I laid in bed, wrapped up in Damien’s arms as the steady sound of his breathing filled my ears. I was exhausted, but too excited to fall asleep.
I was getting married tomorrow to a man who I never knew as a girl, would come to mean everything to me. The boy with the dark hair and fiery green eyes. The boy who made me cry because he didn’t know how to love me. The boy who engulfed my childhood was now the man who was promising me forever.
I may still feel unsure from time to time, but at least I will be able to look back and know that I didn’t miss out on the love of my life because I was scared.
I snuggled closer to Damien and, closing my eyes, I fell asleep thinking I couldn’t wait to see Vicky kick his ass when I tell her he made me marry him without her.
Epilogue
Damien~
I told Fiona she didn’t need to make a big deal out of it, but, as always, she didn’t listen.
After about five years of marriage, she finally started getting a grasp on how much she meant to me, and so, she started getting braver and braver over the years. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, she is always her most magnificent when she’s showing her backbone.
It didn’t help that the kids knew she was my kryptonite, either. They worked as a little team to wrap me around their fingers. I never minded it though. As long as Fiona was happy, all was right in my world. I had to chuckle when I’d think about the few times the kids would upset her or disappoint her. My wrath at them upsetting their mother was only unleashed a handful of time before they realized I was serious about my shit when it came to my wife.
I loved my kids very much, but if you ask my children who I loved more, them or Fiona, they would unanimously say their mother.
Hands-down.
“G-Pop! G-Pop!”
I turned around just in time to catch my third youngest grandson in my arms. We may be celebrating my 60th birthday, but I didn’t have one foot in the grave just yet. “Hey Monkey Boy, whatcha doing?” I asked as I placed him on my knee.
“Huero and Boo Boo won’t let me play with them and The Girl is boring.” I chuckled. Fiona had given me two beautiful healthy kids. We had our daughter, Lucy, who was the oldest and then our son James who was the youngest.
Being as fortunate as we were, both kids were able to go to college and pursue their dreams. James ended up starting at the bottom of G&C and now