Page 145 of Waiting For Fate

“By the power vested in me by the state of Tennessee, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” And boy do I kiss the hell out of my wife.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, for the first time ever, Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer Clark.” I hold our hands up in the air as we run down the aisle, hearing the photographer snapping away when we stop at the end for one more kiss.

“What do you want to do now, wife?” I smirk as Leah bites down on her bottom lip.

“Have my babies, Thirteen.” She smiles so bright that the setting sun pales in comparison to her.

My only. My always. My forever.

My Dove.

THE END.