Epilogue

Boone

1 year later

A whole year the crazy woman has made me wait. All I want to do is marry her and she’s made me wait a whole year. She thinks she’s funny, but she’s not. I mean she is, but she drives me crazy.

I want to give Georgia whatever she wants in life, but why couldn’t we just go to the courthouse and get married by the justice of the peace? It isn’t like she’s planned a grand wedding either. When I asked her why we had to wait, she said it was because she liked this date. The date.

Today is the day. The wait is over and finally Georgia is going to become Mrs. Lowe. The ceremony is supposed to start in five minutes and everyone is getting into place.

We are standing under an arch full of wildflowers and daisies. It’s an odd combination, but what Georgia wants, Georgia gets. The importance to us is all that matters.

Music swells and the bridesmaids and maid-of-honor walk down the aisle looking lovely. Then the music changes and everyone starts to laugh. My bride is walking down the aisle to “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy”. She really is crazy.

But, fuck, she’s also gorgeous. Her dress is beautiful, but the smile that’s all for me is what I see. As her father hands her over he wishes me good luck. Her family has taken me on as one of them and I love all of them.

“Did you like the song, cowboy?” she asks as we get into our places.

“Sure did, wildflower. Can’t wait for you to ride this cowboy tonight.”

The preacher coughs, “Um, there’s a mic right here.”

I look out at all our friends and family who are laughing, red-faced, or somewhere in between.

“Did they think anything else was happening on our wedding night?” I ask Georgia.

Her only answer is a shrug of her shoulders. We both turn toward the preacher and wait for him to start. It’s the only thing that’s going to get us out of this. Luckily he quickly does.

I try to pay attention during the ceremony, but I mostly just stare at my beautiful bride. She’s radiant today and I hope no one expects us to be at the reception for very long.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

“Fucking finally,” my very ladylike wife says.

I pull her to me and kiss Georgia for the first time as husband and wife. I work to keep the kiss PG-13, but it’s difficult.

We break apart, breathing hard, and turn to face the crowd who start clapping. We walk down the aisle, again to Georgia’s chosen song.

After we clear the crowd, I pull her back to me and go back to kissing her. I wonder if we can skip the whole reception. Maybe we can be late…