When Garrett announces us as husband and wife, she's finally mine and I get to kiss her for the first time as my wife. I wipe her tears, and while everyone claps, I take her face in my hands. I study her, moving my fingertips gently over her soft lips, etching every detail of how beautiful she looks today into my mind. But I know I don't have to because her beauty is permanently etched into my soul.
So with the sun setting in the West, I kiss her. I pour all my love into this single, most important kiss-the kiss that ties us together forever. I brush my lips against hers, smelling the scent of the wildflowers all around us, and move my hands to pull her closer to me. Her back is bare and I find the soft spot in the middle and press my palms against it. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back with the exact same intensity. When Garrett clears his throat for the third time, we break away, both breathless. I lean my forehead against hers.
"We did it," I whisper.
"We did it!" she smiles and I pick her up and swing her around as she giggles. God, I love that sound.
We spend the next hour taking pictures around the grounds. When we return to the observation deck, other guests have arrived and Nix and Garrett start popping champagne corks. Glasses are being filled and once served, Xander surprises me by clinking his glass with a spoon and making a toast.
Holding his glass up and looking at both of us he says, "If any two people in the world deserve happiness, it's you two. The love you have for each other is something I can only hope I will experience a small piece of one day. To my brother, I want you to know that I admire you for always going after what you want, and although I may not always show it, I really do love you. And to my new sister-in-law, it wasn't long ago that you said to me you'd keep hoping and wishing for the day I'd say I love you. Well, that day came a long time ago; I just didn't tell you so I'm telling you now. Muse, thank you for making my brother so happy. I love you."
We all clink our glasses and my eyes lock on Xander's, silently thanking him. He's with a date. Her name is Amy and he's dated her off and on for years but I know he doesn't love her. I hope he's lucky enough to find a girl like mine someday-because he deserves this kind of love. I know he had it once.
Looking around at the rest of my family, I don't see a dry eye among them. Looking sophisticated in her party dress, Bell comes over with mom and I motion Xander to join us. Jack follows and as we clink our glasses again my mom says, "To our family . . . may it grow and change, but never break apart."
"My turn, my turn," Bell insists and she makes the next toast. "To River and Dahlia, I love you both. And thank you so much for letting me plan your dream wedding with less than a day's notice. No, but really, thank you-it did get me a full-time job with Tate Wyatt . . . my new boyfriend, and an assistant to boot," she says, pointing over to a girl I hadn't noticed directing some waiters where to put their trays of food. Raising our glasses, we laugh and congratulate her on her new job and her new boyfriend. The music starts to play and the family moment is broken. But I'm so appreciative of how easily Dahlia was welcomed by all of them and so thankful to have them. I watch Xander head back over to Amy and think how funny it is that he admires me. He was the strong one, the one who took the road that was right for him from the start, not the road that our father wanted him to take.
Looking around, Zane approaches Aerie and she seems to be asking him to do something with the cake because he picks it up and moves it. But she doesn't seem to be happy with its location-she's shaking her head no and pointing to a different table. Zane, looking fed up, picks it back up and sets it down where it was to begin with-who knows what's going on? Even the cake itself makes me laugh because it has big purple flowers all over it-thanks to my sister still insisting that dahlias only come in the color purple.
With the party in full swing, I can finally get Dahlia alone. I pull her aside and lead her down the stairs. Most people come to the Griffith Park Observatory to look up at the stars and planets and to gaze at the picture-perfect view of the Hollywood sign. But tonight I only have eyes for my wife, my soul mate.
When we get to the bottom of the stairs, I open the door and lead her to the large white fountain in front of the building. Looking into her eyes and then at the fountain, I reach into my pocket and pull out two pennies.
Handing one to my wife, I grin before asking her, "Do you remember the rules?"
In her cute Southern accent she says, "You know what, kind sir, I think I do but maybe you'd better remind me."
"I'd be happy to." First, we both turn around. Then, on the count of three, we both throw the coins over our shoulders into the fountain while making a wish.