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“Do you like him?”
I look up to Aidan and for a moment, that shy but hopeful six year old is looking back at me. The one who made that first homemade valentine and made sure the cupcakes were perfect.
“I love him! I’m going to call him Brayden,” I say with a peel of hysterical laughter that probably makes our guests concerned for me.
“You better not!”
“Jealous of the six year old who stole my heart?”
He pulls me close and leans down to whisper, “I’m the six year old who stole your heart.”
On a long enough timeline, I guess that’s true.
Our guests, noticing this banter, start clinking their champagne glasses.
“I think they want us to kiss,” Aidan says.
And so we do. And I don’t want to jinx it, but I’m pretty sure we live happily ever after.