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“I hope it’s nothing serious,” I said.
“I think she just has the flu. It’s been going around.”
“Well, hopefully you don’t catch it.” I patted his back.
Willa went over to talk to Donna. Charlie stood beside me as we stared at our wives.
“Willa’s belly is getting bigger every day,” he said.
“I know,” I said, smiling. “Life is going to completely change soon.”
“Your life has already completely changed, my friend.” He placed his hand on my shoulder.
After the reception, we headed home. As we were getting ready for bed, I felt it was the perfect time to have a talk with her.
“There’s something I want to talk to you about,” I said, unbuttoning my shirt.
“Okay.” She smiled, taking out her earrings.
“I think we should get our marriage annulled?—”
“What?!” she exclaimed, staring at me.
“Let me finish.” I walked over to where she stood and gripped her hips. “I love you so much, and I want you to have the wedding of your dreams. So, I thought we’d fly to Vegas, get the marriage annulled, and get remarried here in New York with our family and friends.”
“I already had the wedding of my dreams.” She smiled, staring into my eyes.
“Neither one of us remembers getting married, Willa. How is that the wedding of your dreams?”
“It doesn’t matter, Damien. I like how we did it. We did things backwards. Not many people can say that.”
“What do you mean, sweetheart?”
“We got married first and then fell in love after. It’s special and I don’t want to change anything. I accidentally became yours, and that’s the story of a lifetime.”
“Are you sure?” My brows furrowed. “I’ll spare no expense to give you a dream wedding.”
“I’m positive. Unlessyouwant a big fancy wedding.”
“I’m happy with how things are. I just thought it’s what you wanted.”
“You’re incredibly sweet, but I think the way we were married is more than enough.”
“You are so beautiful.” I ran my finger across her forehead.
“So are you.” Our lips met.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Willa
I stood outside the shop, adjusting the chalkboard near the door that read:Your ex was wrong. You are, in fact, the whole damn package.
Smiling, I stared at the words “Curated Chaos” painted in sweeping, hand-lettered script across the front window in metallic rose gold. It was slightly imperfect, which was how I wanted it—a little uneven, whimsical, and bold.
Warm string lights draped throughout the shop, and glass shelves were surrounded by stacked pastel boxes tied with different ribbons. Upon the wall, behind the counter, the wordsHeartbreak Welcome. We’ll Handle the Restwas proudly displayed. Various quotes I created were printed and hung on the walls:We Ship Rage and Recovery. Burn It All Down, But With Glitter.To name a few.
The bell above the shop door jingled. Turning around, I saw Damien step inside, take his sunglasses off, and look around the shop.