“And what about kids?” I remember her looking up at me. “How many kids are we going to have?”
“Mmmmm.” I pretended to think while I held my new wife in my arms.
Her eyes grew wider and wider while she waited for my answer.
We were swaying back and forth, all eyes were on us and the yellow rose in her hair looked particularly dazzling in the light.
She smelled like hot chocolate chip cookies; like blueberry muffins after a long day of being bullied by the world. She always smelled like that. I don’t know how.
She just smelled like home; like my home.
“How many kids do you want us to have?” I threw the question back at her. “We’re supposed to start today, you know.”
Her eyes practically bulged out of her head and she buried her head in my chest.
I laughed while we danced our very fir
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