"I love you." He whispered, pressing adoring kisses to my mouth, my cheeks, my neck.
"I love you too." I replied, sniffling.
"Are you happy, Pecas?"
"Yes. You?"
"Beyond happy. But promise me one thing?"
"Anything."
"Don't become a bridezilla. One in the family is more than enough."
We started the next chapter of our lives laughing.
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