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“Raeann just asked you to be her matron of honor. We’re getting married!”
Bless her, my grandma gasps, hands to her chest as she stares at me. “My granddaughter…getting married…”
“You’re fixin’ to what now?” Pawpaw says, squinting his eyes like that makes him hear better.
“Raeann and I are getting married, and you’re going to stand up with me,” Micah states. “Athena will be the ring bearer.”
I see what he’s doing. He’s making everything else perfect, so I agree to lie here in this bed and get married. Damn him.
The truth is, though, I’d marry him under far worse conditions.
Micah Freeman has healed my heart in every way imaginable. He’s taught me not to live in fear. That love is raw and unpredictable, but that it also measures life.
He peers at me and winks, showing off his dimples.
This man…
What matters is that he’s next to me, forever and always.
The End