Alona
Ford, Gavin, and I turn toward the officiant, who grins at the baby and continues with his last words.
“You may kiss the bride.”
The guests burst into cheers as Ford pulls me close with baby Gavin nestled between us and kisses me. We turn and face the room to a raucous roar.
If keeping my great aunt’s farm was part of a midlife crisis, then it was the best midlife crisis I could have ever had.