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The one that used to be white with red stripes.

Now it’s the prettiest light purple with darker-indigo-tone stripes.

Her hand moves up from her stomach to lay over her mouth as she walks toward it slowly, shock painting her every feature.

When she turns to glance back at me over her shoulder, her eyes are watery—her smile is too. “Purple?”

I shrug, feeling immensely satisfied with my birthday surprise. “Reminds me of your eyes,” I say softly, walking toward her and pulling her into a hug from behind as we both look it over. “Do you like it?”

“Do I like it? I love it. I’m…I’m so lucky to have you. I—” Her head tilts, and she steps away to get a closer look at the tail. “Does that sayWild Card?” Her voice cracks and I step up beside her.

“Named it after you too.” The script matches the outlandish and perfectly Gwen vibe of the entire makeover.

She blinks hard and fast, turning her gaze up to mine. “This is too much.”

I cup her jaw and smile down at her. My wild card. My tequila. My everything.

“Nah, with you, it’s never enough,” I murmur before dropping my lips to hers. Kissing my wife soundly like I plan to for the rest of our lives.

Then I drag her into our plane.

And we celebrate.