“I don’t know about the entire night…”
“I do. I can’t wait to mess up your hair and smear your makeup and make sure that expensive black dress and this far too expensive suit end up in a heap on the floor.”
She laughed. “You’re impossible.”
“I like being impossible, but I love that you’re my wife. I love that we’re here, Callie. Finally.”
“It only took two years. That’s not overly long in some people’s books. And we did move in together after six months. Some people would also find that way too short.”
“Not me.”
“We’re here now.” Her eyes darkened as she stepped into him again. “And I’m glad. Now, husband, you should pick me up and carry me into that cabin and we’ll talk more about all night.”
“I’m done talking.” Matt swept Callie up in his arms and kissed her until she was breathless. “But I will take you into the cabin now.”
Callie squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Despite all her protesting, he knew he wouldn’t have to try very hard to make sure that she lost sleep. It would probably be her keeping him awake. He kept waiting for them to become like any other couple who had been together for a longer time. He kept waiting for that spark to wane. But it hadn’t. He didn’t think it ever would. He would do anything and everything to keep it alive. The fire in Callie’s kiss told him she would too.
He was very much looking forward to their night together and every single night after that. He finally realized what that feeling he’d always had with Callie was. She was the one for him. He would have laughed about that before, but not since she came into his life. She was the one. She was his forever, his heart, his best friend, his love, his life. She always was and always would be, just right.
The End.