Page 72 of Cherry Moon

My tears finally broke free.

We exchanged ripe cherries from the wedding cake after we slid the knife in to symbolize the occasion, then posed for photos, Aki dabbing icing on my nose.

“Naughty boy,” I whispered.

He sucked it off.

I stole a kiss.

After our rather energetic first dance to ‘Good Love, Your Love’ by Deep Squad, the party truly started. The gazebo, decked out with fairy lights, a disco ball, and special glowing dancefloor, became a nightclub in the countryside.

Aki threw shapes with the vampires, leg be damned. My husband could dance, and dance he did.

I’d nurse him better after should he need some TLC.

It ran in the family. Riku blew us away with some serious breakdancing skills. He even entered a competition with Zach, another great dancer.

The little brother beat the big brother.

On the other side of the gazebo, guests helped themselves to the buffet.

That’s where Mum and Dad watched on after we agreed to keep in touch a lot more.

The music slowed down, going smooth for the lovers.

I took my husband by the hips, pressing my forehead to his. “Hello, hubby.”

“Hey, hubby.” He held me by the shoulders.

I chuckled. “Feel any different?”

“Even more smitten,” he said. “Ready for bed.”

“You tired?”

He pulled back slightly. “Nope.” Mischief swam in his eyes.

“Me neither.”

His fingers pressed gently into me. “Hubby, hubby, hubby. Love the sound of it.”

We weren’t taking each other’s names, having decided to each keep our own.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“For what?”

“For never giving up on me.”

“Aki…”

“And for keeping your promise. Not that I was holding you to it or anything.”

I kissed his cheek.

“Ignore me, Mr. Dawson. I’m just adding more sugar to the day.”

I kissed him on his forehead. “I can never get enough of your sugar.”