See you walking around like it's a funeral.
Wedding ceremony: cancelled
What was supposed to be the best time of their lives turned into the exact opposite for newlyweds Joe and Astrid, thanks to a global pandemic causing everyone to go into quarantine.
But thankfully, romance is not cancelled.
Entry in the May/June quarantine challenge
Jonas Brothers > Romance Characters:
Joe Jonas, O/c Character
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1. Part One by sofiesaysrawr
2. Part Two by sofiesaysrawr
Part One by sofiesaysrawr
The ivory silk fabric slides between my fingers as I sigh heavily, my heart sinking inside my chest. The sequined waistline shimmers in the sunlight breaking through the blinds as I zip up the bag and hang it back in my closet, hiding it behind dresses and coats.
Joe hasn't seen the dress yet - or at least I hope he hasn't snuck a peek at it - and I hope to keep it that way. Who knows, maybe in a few months, we'll get another chance at this.
I make my way out of the walk-in closet, through the bedroom and down the hall into the open kitchen where Joe is sitting at the cooking island, scooping cereal into his mouth. He's not dressed yet and I take a moment to take in his bare upper body, the muscles in his back flexing with every move he makes.
"Oh, you're up," he says, turning to offer me a smile while milk droops down the corner of his mouth. I follow the small droplet as it hits the edge of his jawline, dripping down onto his grey boxers. "Shit," he curses, noticing he has spilled.
Giggling, I walk over to him and wipe the corners of his mouth before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It doesn't escape me how his eyes are glued to my ass as I circle around the island to look inside the fridge.
"We got the refund for the venue," Joe says as I start to prepare my breakfast - a bowl of fresh berries with greek yogurt, oatmeal and honey.
My face falls and I stare down at the counter, my hair falling in front of my face.
"Hey." His voice is soft as he makes his way over to me, brushing the hair out of my face and cupping my chin to make me look up at him. "Astrid, we knew this was going to happen."
"I know," I respond quietly, "it just, it feels like, like some kind of bad omen. Like it's a sign or something."
Joe snorts. "A sign for what? That we're not supposed to get married? Babe, we're already married." He holds up his hand to show off the yellow golden band around his ring finger, set with one single small diamond in the middle, complementing the olive tone of his skin perfectly.
I stare up at him and sigh again. It's true though.
Our wedding ceremony is supposed to be in three days, but we already tied the knot legally about a month ago because we wanted our wedding date to have important significance. A ceremony wasn't possible on the date we wanted, because all the venues we liked had already been booked for March 15, so we had to figure out another way to have our wedding anniversary on the date we first started dating and the only way we could see that happening was if we quickly signed the papers without anyone really knowing about it.
That was, until they noticed we were actually already wearing our wedding rings. But thankfully, no one was mad that we had sort of eloped.
"Don't mock, Joseph!" I slapped his chest playfully. "I'm serious, it's like, this year is cursed. like the start of our lives together is cursed. Look at us," I wave around the room, "we're not even fully moved in yet and we have to spend probably the next year in here without being able to go outside or ask anyone to come help us with the furniture or anything."
We are still moving in but already set up the most important furniture. The dining table and chairs, the couch and TV. The bedroom, walk-in closet and bathroom are currently the only three rooms in the house that are completely ready.
We still have a lot of stuff to take care of. The walls in the living room still need to be painted, our decorations still have to go up, we have to set up some new glass cabinets we got at IKEA, we need to figure out what to do about the outside deck which is currently overgrown with weeds. We need to paint over the chipped cream kitchen cupboards, set up my surf boards and Joe's gym equipment in the spare bedroom.
"Astrid, we can go outside."
"Yeah, to work or go to the store. I can't go see my family, can't go surfing even thought the beach is like, right outside our door, and I can't hang out with my friends." I cross my arms in front of my chest and stare up at my husband.
"You can hang out with me." He raises his eyebrows, pointing at himself.
"It's not the same and you know it." I roll my eyes and continue to prepare my breakfast, knowing I have a ZOOM meeting with my colleagues in about forty five minutes and I haven't even showered yet.
"Look, Astrid, I know that you're worried but I also know that I love you. I have for the past twelve years and no global pandemic is going to change that even if we can't celebrate it with the rest of our friends and family or go to Bali."
Oh yeah. Our honeymoon? Also cancelled.
We're still waiting on the refund for that and God knows we could use the money, what with Joe not being able to teach at the moment and not receiving any replacement salary. He got creative though and set up an online platform with the help of one of his friends where he teaches online guitar lessons so he has at least some money coming in, but it's not the same.
I look back up at him and know that he's right ad that it's silly to think that this pandemic is a sign that we are doomed. "I love you too Joe Bear," I giggle as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He hates when I call him Joe Bear.
"I love you Blue," he breathes before kissing me, his lips closing around my bottom lip and then my upper.
My lips curl into a smile against him at the mention of my nickname. He gave it to me years ago, because of the bright blue color of my eyes that he said reminded him of the ocean and also because I coincidentally love the sea.
"Alright, now let me finish my breakfast and get ready for my ZOOM meeting. And you sir, have some classes to teach." I point my spoon at him, accidentally flicking some sticky oatmeal onto his chest. Unconsciously, I lick my lips.
"Aren't you gonna clean that up?" He asks, looking at me expectantly.
I stare up at him and then back down to his chest before leaning in, sucking the oatmeal off his left peck, right above his nipple. Before I pull away, I nibble gently at his skin and feel his chest move as he sucks in a deep breath.
"There," I say as I admire the bright red mark I left on his body.
Joe suddenly grabs me by my neck, pulling me back in for a deep kiss. I moan against him, dropping the spoon back into my bowl.
While his lips work against mine, his free hand moves down my side, wrapping around my waist and then heads further down to squeeze my ass. After a playful slap on the cheek, he pulls away and winks at me. "Have a great meeting babe."
I raise my head and stare the screen. "Hmm?"
Shit, did they figure out I wasn't actually paying attention to the meeting just now?
"Social media report?" My supervisor, Jamie, asks again. I can tell by the look on her face that she is a little annoyed that I wasn't focusing.
"Oh right!" I reach behind my laptop and grab my notebook where I made some preparations for the meeting before pressing the 'share screen' option to open the powerpoint presentation I made with my findings and comparisons to before this pandemic hit and everyone was forced to stay inside. The screen splits in two, showing my presentation on one side and my camera view on the other.
As a jewelry store, we had been forced to quickly set up an online store to cover the loss of physical sales. Logistically, the whole thing was a disaster since we were nowhere near prepared for the success it was going to have which lead to many very disappointed clients.
Orders can't be shipped within the promised timeframe anymore, our stock is now about to run out and it's nearly impossible to fill it up again because our designers are also having issues producing their jewelry in the current situation.
Customer support was the previous meeting though. This is a marketing meeting.
Keep up, Astrid.
As I work through the numbers, offering my marketing colleagues my analysis of how our social media channels were doing, I am suddenly interrupted by Joe walking into the makeshift office and setting a plate of chocolate chip cookies down beside me, along with a glass of milk.
I pause as I hear the gasps of my other female colleagues.
Joe drops a kiss atop my head before bending down beside me, waving at the camera and offering all my colleagues a bright, wide grin.
I'm left completely speechless, having lost my train of thought due to my husband's sudden interruption of the meeting. Not that anyone seems to have minded.
"Right," I say as I clear my throat to try and pick back up where I left off.
The rest of the meeting goes by smoothly and soon enough, we're all gathering up to get back to the rest of our work, which, for me, is answering the many e-mails and comments from angry customers to try and calm them down.
"Astrid, can you stay in the meeting a bit longer?"
I look up at Jamie and frown. "Uh, sure. What's up?"
I watch as she takes a deep breath and I know that whatever she is about to say will not be anything good. "I want to start off by saying that you have really been doing some great work", she starts once we are the only two participating people in the ZOOM call.
I swallow hard, having an inkling of where this is going.
Not now, please. Not now. Not like this.
I close my eyes as she continues.
"You know that there is a global economic crisis going on, leading us to make very tough choices. Choices we wouldn't have normally made."
"Just say it, Jamie," I breathe.
"It was a very tough call, but we decided to let you go."
"Like I said you have done incredible work, but had to make a tough call and I'm very sorry about this, but I also know that you can do so much better elsewhere. It didn't feel like a right fit."
I stare at Jamie and try to fight back the tears.
Not a right fit?
I love working at this store and I have worked my ass off last Christmas, being pretty much the only one who stayed late to verify our stock and place the necessary orders, pre-wrapping presents so the sales would go a little faster in-store.
I was the one who set up the Christmas marketing campaigns, took care of the photographic material, edited videos and managed the budget carefully to make sure we got more out of it than we put into it.
When I started this job about a year and a half ago it had felt like it was it. Like I had finally found what I was meant to do. The combination of customer care and marketing gave me enough variety to not get bored of the position. I even offered back up in the store on busy days. No day was the same.
I know people who did way less than I did and got pretty much praised for it.
"I know this is really terrible timing. You'll receive a registered letter in the mail soon, but I wanted to tell you in person."
"Thank you for that," I respond lamely, my voice coming out a bit unstable from the shock of it all.
"You'll have a six weeks term of notice. You'll get paid for those weeks and someone will be by to pick up your laptop, keys and badge. I'm very sorry about this, Astrid, and we wish you all the luck for the future."
The screen goes black and I'm left staring at my reflection in the laptop. My mouth is agape and I can feel myself breathing heavily.
I grab the now empty plate that had the cookies Joe brought me and fling it across the room where it hits the wall, shattering into about a million pieces. And then, I start to cry.
What are we going to do? Sure I'll still get paid for a couple of weeks, but then what? Barely any company is hiring at this time, if anything, they're also letting personnel go because of the crisis.
We bought a house. We have loans to pay off. Bills to pay.
I get up from my chair, leaving my laptop where it is and leave the home office, heading back down to the kitchen where Joe is already busy preparing dinner.
"Hey, how was the meeting?" he asks, briefly looking up at me from the vegetables he's cutting up to put into his spaghetti sauce.
When I don't immediately respond, he pauses his actions and looks up at me, eyes instantly widening. "Astrid." he rushes over me and wraps his arms around me just as I'm about to crash to the ground in a full-on sob.
"They fired me," I cry against him, staining his shirt with my mascara as he holds me tightly, guiding us towards the couch.
I curl up against his body as we sink down into the soft, supple leather.
"What?!" Joe's eyes are wide as he stares at me. "They fired you?!"
I nod my head sadly and wipe at my eyes to make room for fresh tears. "They said that they appreciated all the work I had done but that they had to let me go." My breath hitches in my throat and I hiccup a little. "What are we gonna do?"
"We'll figure it out," Joe responds softly, wiping my cheeks with the pad of his thumb. "We've got the refunds coming in and I really think these online guitar lessons are picking up. We're gonna be fine, Astrid. I know it. You won't be unemployed forever."
I sit up straight and shake my head. "It's not going to be okay, Joe. Do you think anyone is eager to hire new staff at the moment? God knows how much longer this shit is going to take. We can't live off the five hundred dollars a week you make with your virtual lessons. We need to pay off our house which right now, we cannot afford anymore."
Getting up from the couch, I start to pace around in front of Joe. I don't understand how he can remain so calm. I lost my job. We lost our main income for the time-being. How does he not think that is an issue?
"Blue, stop." He gets up and grabs me by the shoulders to still me. "We just got the last refund for what we spent on our wedding. We'll be fine."
I look up at him and I desperately want to believe him, but I just can't.
"This is... everything is just all suddenly going to shit. Why? Why is this happening to us?"
Joe simply just shrugs and wipes my tears away again. "I don't know, but we can pull through this. It's not going to last forever. And we have enough money to get through the next couple weeks, months even. There's no reason to panic yet. You can even start teaching surfing lessons if nothing else works out. You know you're good enough for that. And I know that you would love that even more than some marketing or customer service job anywhere else." The pads of his thumb brush softly over my cheeks, making goosebumps form on my skin. "I can pick up extra work during the weekend at the lobster bar down the block. We can figure this out but panicking is not going to get us anywhere right now. For better or for worse, Blue."
With a sigh, I fall back into his arms, the side of my face pressed against his chest as i hold him tightly. "God, what did I do to deserve you," I breathe as I let out a few more tears.
I feel Joe's chest vibrate with a chuckle. "You're you, Astrid. That's more than enough for me."
I look up at him with a small smile and peck his lips. "I just... I have to go out for a bit. Clear my head."
Joe nods his head and kisses my temple before letting me go. "Just make sure you're back for dinner."
"I love you," I say, staring up into his warm, chocolate brown eyes.
"I love you too, Blue."
Funny story, I woke up very early this morning and saw that there was a new challenge, told myself to go back to sleep even tough I was really excited and then I dreamed the plot of this little thing. No lie. Pinky swear.
Let me know what you think! Part two will be up in, like, five minutes.
Part Two by sofiesaysrawr
The waves crash against the shore as I stare out at the wide ocean in front of me. My surfboard is tucked under my arm and I chew on my bottom lip while I itch to go out into the water.
Technically, I'm not allowed to because of quarantine. But the beach is completely abandoned and I would be all by myself out on the water anyway.
Before I left the house earlier, I quickly changed into my bikini and wetsuit. The top part of the wetsuit is currently hanging by my waist, my bright red polka dotted bikini top on full display.
Surfing has always been the best way for me to clear my thoughts and let go of any frustrations. For some people it's hitting a punching bag, going for a walk, playing music. For me, it's going out into the water on my board and riding the waves. It has been that way since I was young.
At first, my mom forced me to take surfing lessons so she would be rid of me during the most part of the summer and I had a way to let go of all my pent up energy. But soon enough, I found myself loving it and any free time I had, I spent in the ocean.
That was actually how Joe and I met, twelve years ago.
I was sixteen and he was twenty, working a weekend job at the surf shack down on the beach where I used to go to surf. I'd fallen off my board and sprained my ankle by the sheer force of the wave catapulting my board away. Joe had taken care of it and I had been so taken by him that I found any possible excuse to go in there just so I could see him.
I remember I would ask the most stupid things just to get a chance to talk to him and hear his voice, his laugh. I wasn't brave enough at the time to ask him out, but thankfully after about three weeks of it, he asked if I wanted to join him for lunch at the burger joint not too far from the beach.
And that was that.
That was the start of our beautiful relationship.
We'd had our ups and downs, sure.
We'd gone through a bit of a rough patch after he competed on The Voice and made it all the way to the Battles until he was voted out. His youtube channel had gained popularity, but the break-through in the music business he had been hoping for didn't come. The female population of Santa Barbara, however, suddenly got really interested in him.
He even had a stalker.
He never tried his hand at talent shows again and settled for what he had and what he could do with it - teach kids what he loved.
And it definitely hadn't gotten easier when I went off to college in San Diego so I could combine a marketing major with surfing at a decent level and Joe started out teaching music at a local school. We had been a five-hour drive apart at that time, but we spent every possible moment we could together.
We even had a pregnancy scare when I was twenty three and broken up twice.
I still can't believe that after all this time, we're still here. Still together. Still very much in love. I always thought that sort of thing only happened in the movies, but yet here we are.
For better or for worse.
God, this man is my light in dark times. He always sees the good in everything and everyone.
One way or another, I know we are going to be okay. But everything is suddenly all just going downhill so fast, coming at me so unexpectedly that I don't know how to handle it all anymore.
Taking a deep breath, I look around me and then head towards the ocean, changing my pace into a light run as I hit the water line and then lay down on my board, paddling over to the deeper part of the ocean.
A wave rolls in and I get ready, bracing myself.
I jump up on my board, riding the wave and feeling my heart pounding in my chest from the adrenaline hitting me.
Maybe Joe is right. Maybe I will be happier being a surf instructor. Everyone knows I love the water and the water seems to love me.
It's definitely something to think about.
After riding a couple more waves, I head back down the beach to where I had a towel and a cover-up dress laid out.
I drop my board in the sand and start to dry off, stepping out of my wetsuit to pull on the flower-printed cover-up dress I had brought with me. I pull my wet hair up into a messy bun and then proceed to roll my wetsuit up into the towel so I can carry everything back with me to the house.
The deck gives out onto the beach with an outworn wooden staircase. That reminds me that we also need to take care of that along with all the other work that still needs to be done in the house.
The scent of freshly made arrabbiata sauce hits my nostrils as I set my surfboard against the wall outside and then head into the house. The table is set for two, a candle burning in the middle of it while Joe stands in the kitchen, filling two plates with the home-made pasta.
"Hi," I say softly as I lean against the kitchen island, watching as he scoops the food onto the plates.
"Perfect timing," he replies, carrying the two plates to the dining table.
I slide onto my chair and stare at the steaming plate of pasta in front of me. Joe is an amazing cook and his pasta al arrabbiata is my favorite dish ever.
We eat in silence but I can feel Joe's eyes on me as he tries to figure out how I'm feeling about everything that has hit us the past few weeks. About our lives and future pretty much coming to a halt, especially after what happened this afternoon.
I'm not my cheery self and he knows it.
When we finish our dinner, I help Joe clear the table and load up the dishwasher. "Come here," he says, wrapping his arms around my shoulder and pulling me into his chest. He cups my face in the palm of his hand, looking down at me. "We're going to be okay, Blue. I know I already said it but you're walking around as if you found out your puppy got run over."
I stare at him, frowning. "Well it feels like it," I respond. "And I know we're going to be fine. It's just, everything is happening all at once and nothing is going right."
"Well, if nothing goes right, just go left."
I roll my eyes as Joe looks down at me, grinning widely. "It's not funny, Joe! God!"
Chuckling, he kisses my forehead and then pulls me in for a hug. "Come on, Astrid, let's go watch some movies. You can pick."
"Really?" I look at him, excited and then rush over to the TV to sort through the boxes of DVD's we still have to unpack and set up in the drawers under the TV.
"Just... not The Notebook again." Joe sighs as he follows behind me, just as I pull The Longest Ride out of the box.
Joe stares down at me, running his hand over the back of his neck and obviously regretting his decision already. "What?" I say as I fire up the DVD-player. "It's not The Notebook," I state matter-of-factly before plopping down on the couch and getting comfy against my husband.
Before I know it, it's Saturday. The day we are supposed to spend celebrating with our friends and family.
I spare myself the torture of peeking at my wedding dress again and head straight into the bathroom to shower and get ready.
Joe is going to be recording some more guitar sessions today so I have to go down to the grocery store, go to the car wash and fill up the gas tank.
I quickly finish my breakfast, grab the grocery list taped to the fridge and then head out the door to make sure I make it back as quickly as possible so I have some time left to surf and think about what my future will hold for me professionally.
Should I go apply at a surfing school or should I offer private lessons? Maybe I can find a part-time job at a marketing agency or for a surfing brand. That would be really cool, to combine the best of both worlds.
I suddenly feel excited to start fresh and found a way to look at losing my job as an opportunity to throw my life around and do exactly what Joe is doing.
Do what I love, for a living.
When I arrive back home, the car clean and filled up, the trunk filled with groceries, I'm almost bouncing in my seat, eager to get started on what I nicknamed the 'Astrid Project' so we can get back on our feet as quickly as possible.
I unload the groceries in the garage, grabbing the veggies and all the stuff for the fridge to carry into the kitchen while leaving everything else in the garage.
"Joe, I'm home!" I yell as I walk through the door leading into the kitchen.
When no response comes, I quickly set the bags down and look out into the living area, only to stare widely at the scene in front of me, my mouth hanging open.
The living room is dark, the couch set aside, a path of candles leading up to Joe who is dressed in a gorgeous beige tuxedo with forget-me-nots tucked into the jacket pocket. His hair is pushed back and he trimmed his beard to a stubble.
He is standing in front of the large window leading out onto the deck where he has a table set up with our laptop on it and a gorgeous flower arrangement behind it. The blinds are halfway closed, letting in some streams of sunlight.
The living room floor is covered in sand and I can hear soft ocean sounds in the background.
"What, what is this?" I ask as I head out the kitchen and stare at the way Joe has transformed our house. When I get closer to Joe, I notice the laptop is open to a ZOOM meeting and I recognize our families and our best friends on the tiny little screens.
"Oh my God," I breathe, clutching my chest.
"I figured," Joe starts, turning towards me, "that with everything going on, we needed a little bit of happiness. And since today was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives but circumstances caused it to get cancelled, I brought our wedding ceremony to us. I mean, I know it's not the same but-"
I don't let him finish. I crash my mouth to his and kiss him hard, a couple tears of happiness escaping the corner of my eyes and hitting our lips, the salty taste mixing in our kiss.
"I love you so much," I whisper as I pull away.
"Get a room!" I hear behind me and look at the screen to realize that everyone is watching what we are doing.
"You should go change, Blue. I laid something out for you."
Biting down on my bottom lip, I look up at my husband and then quickly head into the bedroom.
The bag containing my wedding dress is laid out onto the bed, along with a small bouquet of forget-me-nots and my heart skips a beat. There's a post-it on top of it where Joe scribbled down that he only pulled it out of the closet but hasn't looked inside. He pinky swears.
I giggle at the note and then quickly strip down to change into the silk floor-length piece.
The back dips low and the sequined waistband accentuates my figure perfectly. I always thought the search for the perfect wedding dress was going to take me weeks, but the second I saw this one, I knew it. The dress was simple but that's exactly what made it so perfect and elegant.
I stare at my reflection and I can't stop smiling. I quickly work on fixing my hair and stick one of the flowers into my bun before sliding my bare feet into a pair of white pumps and heading back down the hall.
My heart is full-on pounding now.
"Joe?" I yell as I head towards the living room.
He's quiet for a beat and I know that he is trying to compose himself. He's just as nervous as I am probably.
"Alright, come on out," he says and I can't help but notice that his voice is a little shaky. It makes me smile.
Slowly, I start down the hall and round the corner, stepping out onto the makeshift aisle of candles.
I swallow hard as I walk towards Joe who cannot seem to take his eyes off me. I can hear faint awww's and oh my god's in the background as our family and friends watch this exact moment enfold in front of them through the webcam.
When I'm finally standing in front of Joe, smiling widely, I cannot contain my excitement. I have so much love for this man right in front of me and I know I'm not supposed to yet, but I grab him by the neck and pull him in for another kiss. "I can't believe you did this for me," I whisper as I look into his eyes, watching how the candle light reflects in them beautifully.
"Hey, you're not supposed to kiss the groom yet!" I hear my best friend and maid of honor Grace say through the laptop.
Chuckling, I stare at the screen and notice how she has her hands on her hips. That's when I also notice that our guests have all dressed up for the occasion. Grace is wearing the mint green bridesmaids dress she picked out. My mom and dad are wearing matching outfits and Joe's brothers even dressed up their dogs with bowties for the occasion.
Everyone is looking absolutely chic and wearing what they would have worn to our ceremony.
"I wanted you to be happy again."
"You make me happy, Joe Bear." I press my forehead against his shoulder. "God, you make me so damn happy."
"You make me happy too, Blue," he responds softly, only for me to hear, while he twirls a loose strand of my hair around his finger.
"Alright, shall we get started now before these two break any more wedding rules?" I laugh at the remark Nick, Joe's younger brother, made.
"Let's do this." I smile at Joe and then nod my head as we turn to face the laptop, Joe's hand holding mine tightly.
It's Joe's father who leads the ceremony. He apparently licensed online, but I'm not sure exactly how official all of this really is now that we are doing it all digitally instead of in person and at location.
Standing here with Joe in our wedding outfits, in front of friends and families, I know it for sure. We are going to be okay. No matter what comes our way, we will find a way to get through and Joe will always find a way to make me smile, no matter what.
We turn to face each other and I can't help but grin at him as he slides a ring made out of a flower onto my finger while saying 'I do'.
When it's my turn, I realize my hand is shaking but I manage to slide the flower onto Joe's finger while I, too, say the magical words.
"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. Again," Joe's father says. "And now, Joseph, now you may kiss your bride."
Joe barely lets him finish before his mouth is on mine again. His arms wrap around my waist and he lifts me up, causing me to squeal as my legs dangle behind me.
As we kiss, I hear a bunch of 'congrats' and 'woohoo you guys did it' in the background, but I only have eyes for my husband right now.
My gorgeous husband who turned the worst time into the best.
"I love you so much," I say, running my hand through Joe's hair as he sets me back down on my feet.
"For always and forever," Joe says, smiling down at me with a look of pure love and adoration in his eyes. "For better or for worse."
"For always and forever. For better or for worse," I repeat.
Joe grabs a bottle of champagne and pops it open, pouring some of the liquid into two flutes. He hands one over to me and we curl our arms around each other before taking a sip and trying not to spill.
"So, are you going to bring Bali to us now too?" I ask on a chuckle, staring around the living area.
Joe chuckles and raises his glass to me. "Stick around and you'll find out."
Giggling, I shake my head and sip some more champagne before falling back into my husband's arms, holding him tightly.
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