We went to buy you two flowers, but neither of us thought j just one bouquet would do it.
Jamie McGuireEveryone’s staring at you in this dress,” he said. I looked up, expecting to see a tense expression, but he was smiling. “I guess it’s kinda cool…being with the girl everyone wants.”
I rolled my eyes. “They don’t want me. They're curious why you want me. And anyway, I feel sorry for anyone that thinks they have a chance. I am hopelessly and completely in love with you.”
A pained look shadowed his face. “You know why I want you? I didn’t know I was lost until you found me. I didn't know what alone was until the first night I spent without you in my bed. You’re the one thing I’ve got right. You’re what I’ve been waiting for, Pigeon.
That’s not true. I love you more than my life, Pigeon,” he said, hurt.
“That’s exactly what I mean. That’s crazy talk.”
“It’s not crazy. It’s the truth.
I’ll never love anyone the way I love you, Pigeon.
Jamie McGuireI’ve never been so clear about anything in my life. I turned around, made my way to that room you were in, and there you were. Nothing else mattered. I didn't even know if we would make it out or not, I just wanted to be where you were, whatever that meant. The only thing I’m afraid of is a life without you, Pigeon.
Jamie McGuireI’d do it all over again, you know. I wouldn’t trade one second if it meant we were right here, in this moment.
Jamie McGuireYou don’t really think I’m going to let her yell at my wife, do you?”
“You’re getting pretty comfortable with that term.”
“I guess it’s time I admit it. I knew you were going to be my wife pretty much from the second I met you. I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t been waiting for the day I could say it…so I’m going to abuse the title. You should get used to it, now.” He said this all matter-of-factly, as if he were giving a practiced speech.
We did it, Baby,” he said in a hushed voice. “I still can’t believe you’re my wife.”
“Believe it,” I said, smiling.
Did you freak out this much when you got your tattoos?” I asked him, smiling at the apprehensive expression on his face.
He shifted, seeming to feel my pain a thousand times more than I. “Uh…no. This is different. This is much, much worse.
So you’re the Pigeon, huh?”
“No,” I snapped. “I have a name.”
He seemed amused at the way I regarded him, which only served to make me angrier.
“Well? What is it?” he asked.
I took a bite of the last apple spear on my plate, ignoring him.
“Pigeon it is, then,” he shrugged.
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