“Does Miss Whiskers get to come, too?” she asks.
“I wouldn’t think of not taking your cat with us. But, I think we need to rename her. I don’t think me calling her Miss Whiskers is very manly, and I don’t want to lose my man card.”
Erin laughs and it’s the most beautiful sound in the whole world. “Well, we wouldn’t want that! But, I’m afraid her name is Miss Whiskers. So, you’re just gonna have to suck it up, big boy.”
I smile down at her. “Fine. I’ll compromise on the cat’s name. Just as long as I get my other requests.”
“And what are they?” she asks.
I lean down so that my lips are against her ear. “Sex. Every night. And you also have to wear nothing but those damn glasses and sexy high heels at least once a week.”
Erin throws her head back and laughs hard. “Deal,” she says with a wink.
I pull her back against my chest and hold on tight. I’ve never really been a big dancer, but with her in my arms, I would gladly do it for the rest of my life as long as she was my partner. Erin in my arms, by my side, completes the puzzle inside of me. She is that piece that has been missing from my life; my heart. My heart belongs to her and probably always has since the moment I walked into the front office and saw her standing there in seventh grade. And now I get to spend the rest of my life loving and fighting with the only woman I’ve ever loved; ever loved to fight with and fight for.
I can’t fucking wait.
~ The End ~