Page 141 of Within the Sin Bin
When she reaches me, I take her hands in mine, her touch grounding me in the moment as Cain steps forward to officiate.
“Welcome friends and family. Today, we’re here to join my sister, Rosie Anne Prescott, and Boone Andrew Tremblay in marriage. And though these two are already married, this is their first ceremony together.”
The group chuckles lightly, but I hardly hear it. My focus is on Rosie. On us. On the life we’ve built and the one that we’re going to keep building.
The home we’ve made, the plans we’ve shared, the family that we’ll raise someday here by the water.
I squeeze her hands, mouthing,I love youas Cain continues. She smiles and says it back.
And when it’s time for our vows, I pour everything I have into the words, telling her exactly what she means to me, how she’s changed my life, and how I’ll spend the rest of it loving her.
She does the same, her voice steady and clear, her words wrapping around me like a promise.
By the time we both say, “I do,” for the first time it feels like a new beginning. A vow that will never be broken. A love that will last forever.
An unconventional beginning to our unconventional start.
The End.
