Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Elvis prompted us to exchange rings. Chance had always refused to take the old fake one off even though it had turned his finger green. I slid a new platinum band on his finger instead this time. Chance had surprised me with—what else—a princess cut diamond ring a few months ago. He placed a diamond eternity band on my hand in front of it.
“By the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, you may now kiss the bride.”
Chance lifted me up into his arms and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. His warm lips enveloping mine along with knowing that he was officially my husband felt like heaven. Pixy was growing impatient and started to “baa” again while Adele and Harry clapped.
Chance put me down, and Zelda spoke from behind us. “That kiss! Now, I know exactly why I remember you two.”
Zelda took pictures of Chance and me alone and then some with Adele and Pixy.
We booked a room at the same hotel where we stayed three years ago and planned to stay in Vegas for a mini honeymoon. Adele and Harry took Pixy back into their SUV. We hugged them goodbye, since they’d be driving right back to Hermosa Beach.
As we stepped out into the dry heat with the Vegas sun setting, I had a special surprise waiting for Chance in front of the chapel.
He broke out in laughter when he saw the black BMW, the same make and model as the one from our road trip.
“You rented a Beemer?”
BEE-MA. My love for his accent never waned.
“I know we were going to fly home, but I thought it would be a nice touch.”
I had Adele decorate the car with sparkly writing on the back that read: Just Married…Again. I was most excited to show him something that was inside.
“It’s perfect. Shall I drive, Mrs. Bateman?”
“Yes. I think I’d like to just stare at my handsome husband without any distractions.”
When we got in, a wide smile spread across his face the moment he spotted it on the dash, “Mr. Obama! You kept him all these years?”
“I have to tell you a story. Back when I first got to Temecula and traded in the BMW, I left the bobblehead inside. The clerk at the dealership ran after me and asked me if I wanted it. I told her to keep it. I was trying to get rid of all physical signs of you, because losing you hurt so badly. You were still in my heart, and that wasn’t going away, so I did what I could to remove all other reminders. A few weeks later, I was parked at a gas station. A boy around twelve was waiting in the car next to me for his father to come out of the mini-mart. I noticed the bobblehead on his dash. I just couldn’t believe it. I knew it had to be ours. I asked him where he got it. He said his father gave it to him. Turns out, the dad worked at the dealership. I didn’t know what it meant, but it somehow felt like it was a sign that I wasn’t supposed to let you go. I asked him how much money I could give him to buy it back. He charged me ten bucks, but I would have paid just about anything. I was a blubbering mess that day. Even though I still forced myself to move on, when you showed up again, I thought back to the bobblehead and knew that the universe had been trying to tell me to wait for you, not to give up.” Tears began falling from my eyes as I thought about how lucky I was to have gotten him back and so much more.
“That story is amazing, Princess.” Chance swiped his fingers along the tears falling from my eyes and said, “Thank you for giving me that second chance.” He leaned down and kissed my five-months pregnant belly that stretched through the lace of my empire waist gown. The baby boy we were expecting would be named after its daddy.
My second Chance.
Chance kept his head on my stomach. I ran my fingers through his hair and said, “Only fair. I gave you your second chance, and now you’re giving me mine.”