Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
But it was love, and nothing could stop them. Grandma married Grandpa and they were married until the very end, dying within months of one another. My mom says it was due to old age, but I also think Grandma couldn’t bear to be without Grandpa.
Squeezing the ring in my palm, I go back out to the living room. Jason and Mira are already there, and he’s holding his Bible while stroking her hair lovingly.
“I found what I was looking for.” I hold up the ring for the two of them to see. Mira walks over and her eyes widen. I hold it out to her, and she gasps.
“Is this for me?”
“Yes,” I nod. “It belonged to my grandmother, and you remind me of her with your beauty and grace, Mira.”
“It’s lovely,” she whispers. She continues to look at the ring, catching the inscription on the inside. “Together always,” she reads.
I nod. When my grandparents were finally able to support themselves and even had a little extra, my grandfather wanted to buy my grandma a new ring, but by then she was so attached to it that she refused, so he got an inscription put in instead.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispers. “I love it.”
She hands me the ring, and I clasp it tightly in my palm.
“I love you Mira,” I say hoarsely.
“As do I,” adds Jason, standing from the couch. The three of us get into a loose circle, our heads bowed. Jason and I haven’t officiated too many weddings, one here or there for a friend, but it’s not what we usually do. However, we know how to conduct the ceremony in a loving and dignified way. We’re going to have to amend the traditional vows obviously because they’re not set up for three people, but that’s fine.
We stand silently and clasp one another’s hands in our circle. Mira’s palm is so small and delicate, but I squeeze it, causing her to look up and smile.
“Sweetheart, you know the vows are set up for one bride and one groom, so why don’t we get creative?” I ask. “Why don’t we say the vows together? Do you know them?”
She smiles a bit.
“Yes, maybe not by heart, but I know them okay. I can follow along.”
“Good,” Jason growls. “I, Jason Vanderbilt,” he begins.
“I, Jordan MacKinnon,” I say.
“I, Miranda Corcoran,” she says.
“Take thee to be my wedded spouse, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according to God’s holy ordinance; thereto I pledge thee my faith and pledge myself to you.”
Mira says these words with us, her softer hum following the strong cadence of mine and Jason’s. After we’re done, she lets out a long breath, smiling as she finishes the final sentence. Lovingly, I pick up her hand and slip the ring on to her left ring finger. It glints in the dusk filling our apartment, and the moment is truly magical.
Mira bites her bottom lip, suppressing a smile, but it breaks across her face anyway.
“I’m so happy,” she whispers.
Jason and I look at her, our blue eyes serious.
“So are we, sweetheart. We never thought we’d get married, much less in our living room with no witnesses, but it’s fine. This is the path that’s right, and even more important, it feels right. We’re so happy to be with you, baby girl.”
She smiles with tears in her eyes.
“So, who gets going to kiss the bride first?” she asks in a tremulous voice, tears brimming in her eyes.
Jason leans down and kisses our wife deeply, cradling the back of her head. They break apart, and Jason gives her one more peck before she turns to me. I bend my head as well, resting my forehead on hers for a moment. Inhaling her sweet scent, I think about all the good days to come. The three of us will be together until death do us part, and that’s what I want. It’s right and good, and my soul feels like it’s going to explode with joy.
I bring my lips down on hers and mold her soft lips to my hardness. Her tongue shyly asks for entrance, and I give it to her, tasting Mira’s sweetness. Everything feels that much more glorious now that we are joined in the eyes of God, and I press more deeply, making her mewl.
Our kiss breaks, and Jason and I hold on to her hands. The curvy girl looks so happy she’s practically glowing, and now that we’ve brought her into her life, I only want Mira to know happiness forever.
“I can’t believe I’m married,” Mira comments.
“Any regrets?” Jason jokes, shaking his dark head.
“Not a single one,” she murmurs shyly. “I don’t think this could have gone any better.”