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If anyone knew how it was possible, it wouldn’t feel so special.

“I’m going to love you forever.”

When you spontaneously decide to get married while on vacation away from home, you do it at the courthouse, and it costs more than you’d think it would.

The woman we saw watering her plants was Connie. Her and her husband have owned the place for almost twenty years, after spontaneously getting married there themselves. When they found out it was for sale, it felt likefate.

They love love.

And she didn’t even flinch at the fact that we’re two women, so that seemed like another good sign.

We had to run to the courthouse to get a marriage license,afterwe ate obviously. I’d hate to do too much on and empty stomach. We signed some things, and paid a fee to wave their usual waiting period. By the time that was done, we still had an hour before the time we arranged with Connie to be back.

We were feeling even more grateful for small beach towns, when we passed by an antique shop on the way back.

“What if one of these is haunted?” I asked Kara as we browsed the large jewelry case on the far side of the shop. I’d never seen so many unique pieces of jewelry.

“I could make it work,” she replied.

She got a side eye in response to that, but I kept my lips sealed.

I just silently hoped we got some ghost free rings.

After the shortest and sweetest ceremony I’ve ever witnessed, I was Kara’s wife. The rings on our fingers reflected each other’s birthstone, and the amazement that we found them felt like yetanotherpositive sign.

There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind by the time we made it back to the hotel room, hand in hand, giggling like we didn’t have a care in the world. We kissed until our mouths went numb, and then we used other means to feel closer to each other.

Why is it a million times hotter to watch someone have an orgasm when they’re wearing a wedding ring that you’re responsible for putting there?

“Best sex of my life,” I gasp, falling back against the covers. “Have you been holding out on me?”

I lean in to kiss her again before she can respond, eliciting sweet laughter that tilts her head back and away from me.

“Yeah, sorry. You had to unlock this level.”

“Worth it, I guess,” I say.

I drape an arm over her and pull her into me. She buries her face in hair.

“I can’t believe you’re my wife.”

“It’s going to take some getting used to,” I agree.

Not to mention when we head home and have to face our new reality with our loved ones. I feel a panic rise in me when Autumn’s face flashes in my mind, but I can’t go there right now. This day is not going to end on that kind of note.

We will cross that bridge when we get to it.

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The day after our ceremony, Kara woke up with a purpose. She shot out of bed, and rattled off half the details of a plan.

Which I was still half asleep for. Missed the plan entirely.

I only woke up once I heard the door slam closed, and barely squinted my eyes open to make out the shape of her holding something. Food.

She went out for breakfast sandwiches.

I am in love with her.