Remi
“I do.”
The emotional pinch of Travis’s brows when he heard the words out of my mouth, had me choking up as well. I squeezed his hands as the minister pronounced us man and wife.
“You may kiss your bride.”
Leaning in, Travis kissed me but then brought his arms around and hugged me tightly. “I’ll be pinching myself for the rest of my life,” he whispered in my ear. “I still can’t believe this really happened.”
“It’s done, Travis,” I whispered back as I pulled away and gazed into his eyes. “This was always meant to be.” I shook my head. “We were fools to ever think otherwise.”
My mother was the first to hug me and then my father. They followed up by hugging Travis. The transition hadn’t been quite as painful as I’d imagined. Yes, my parents were not thrilled about it when we first
