Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 138981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
In sickness and in health, till death do we part, yada yada yada, you know the rest.
Mom first showed me how amazing it felt to know someone loves you.
Now, Lucas shows me just what it means to love someone and want them right back—and trust them to take that feeling, to hold it, to cherish it and make it theirs forever.
I don’t remember repeating our vows—even if I stumble over a few words and make Lucas mess up, until the priest makes us repeat it again.
Oops.
We’re so wrapped up in each other’s eyes we’re only half listening to what we’re supposed to say.
Until the very last.
Those perfect final words.
The fireflies live in his eyes tonight, dwelling in those stark depths. And the way he looks at me in my summery white dress with my bouquet of flowers picked by all my students...
Wow.
I really do feel like the most prettiest girl in the world tonight.
His smile says he knows what’s coming, asking if I’m ready.
We’re going to fight.
It’s what we do.
We’ll have sick days and bad days and tragic days where life and death becomes more than bickering over what type of potato salad to bring to the police picnic.
But as long as we always love harder than we fight, we’ll always find our way back to the light.
We’ll find our fireflies.
And we’ll always kiss away the wounds we claw in each other before carving sweeter ones with the way we crash together in bed.
That’s who we are.
It’s who we need to be together.
It’s what makes us stronger, when we never crumble, never waver.
And there’s no waver, not a crumb of doubt, when the priest says, “Do you, Delilah, take Lucas to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do,” I answer.
That’s the one thing I can’t trip over when I mean it so sincerely.
When what I’m really saying is, I love you and I always will.
Lucas answers the same question, growling his “I do” with a powerful glance that binds us together with the force of its certainty.
The rock-solid promise that he’ll love me right back.
Tonight.
Tomorrow.
Always.
For a trembling moment, the whole night goes still.
We share this silent second, this great stillness, our first instant as husband and wife while the stars and the fireflies and loving eyes look on.
Then Lucas sweeps me into his arms.
My husband draws my lips to his for the very first time.
There are a thousand ways to describe that kiss, but only one that matters.
His warmth reaches down inside me and plucks all my strings with a wildness and fervor that belongs to me as surely as mine is his.
His kiss proclaims he’s my husband, my protector forever, and I am his wife.
We’re no longer broken when our love made us whole.
I don’t know how I’m still standing as he breaks away.
We’re just one big beating heart of the reddest passion that’s so wrong it can only be right.
With the fireflies as my witness, I swear we’ll never be lonely again.