Chapters (43)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- Author's Note
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also from the author
“Come on,” I say as I roll closer to her and prop myself on my elbow. “Let’s go somewhere new. Let’s go see the koalas. I’ll wait for you to pet them all fucking day, if you want.” She laughs, although the terrified look in her eyes doesn’t disappear. “Let’s jump in the ocean and swim with sharks and make love all over the place. Let’s make memories, no matter how long they’ll last.” Her throat bobs, telling me I’ve hit just the spot. “Let’s live, cariño.”
I never thought about all of those things, but now that they’re out of my mouth, I see they’re exactly what I want. She’s spent all her life making it as beige as possible.
I want her to experience the world’s entire palette, always.
She watches me for a long moment. So long, in fact, that I start thinking this might’ve scared her. Too much, too soon.
Until, with a small voice, she interrupts the silence with, “Okay.”
“Okay?” I say, incredulous. This is a lot to take in for her all at once.
“Yes, okay.” Her lips quirking up, she puts a soft hand on my cheek. “You got me with the koalas.”
Letting out a roar of laughter, I roll on top of her and kiss her, my tongue pressing against hers as the sounds of our happiness mingle around us.
This is actually happening. The true beginning of our lives.
We have no idea what the future holds. Maybe we have months or years or decades. It might be filled with all sorts of things, and no one knows what’s ahead.
But what I do know is the present is really, really beautiful.
Epilogue
EPILOGUE
Wren
18 months later
“Dios mio, look at you!” Martina calls from where she’s standing in my hotel suite.
I grin as I look down at my white, floor-length dress, willing my hands to stop shaking. When Aqidah recommended I try it on, I wasn’t sure about it, with its silky material and tight corset, but she was right. It looked perfect on me.
And now that I’m here, in the Dominican Republic, I’m even more thankful I didn’t pick a dress made of a heavier material.
“Thank you,” I answer, wiping my clammy hands down my dress. “And thank you for being here with me.”
Our wedding was never supposed to be something big. When Aaron proposed eight months ago by kneeling in the middle of the Christmas tree farm where I got to know the love of my life, our fur babies by our side, I said yes in a heartbeat.
The next thing I said was that I wanted something small.