“I was harmless, you should have been worried about me,” I retort playfully.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to him,” he says, sincerely.
“Thank you Dexter. That means a lot coming from you. Thank you for everything as well,” I tell him. Then I notice my hubby has gotten up on stage with the guitar. Everyone around us stops dancing and looks at the stage.
“I’d like to dedicate this song, to my beautiful, amazing, smart and extremely sexy wife. Who, for some reason, agreed to get on this roller coaster with me again. This is for you babe,” he says looking me in the eye and beginning to play the song we first danced to all those nights ago in his apartment. You always hear the phrase fall in love all over again with someone. Before I met him I didn’t think it was possible, but I’ve fallen in love with him three times. Once when he called himself Cal, again when he called himself Chris and right now as he plays his heart out for me in front of everyone, keeping eye contact the entire time. When he’s done everyone applauds and catcalls. I start to make my way to the stage when Hillary grabs me and leans over in my ear.
“I know I’ve asked you this a thousand times but come on, you’ve got to tell me, which one is he? He’s got to be Cal, right? But you said Chris knew how to play the guitar, Cal didn’t?” she asks, and for the thousandth time I roll my eyes at her playfully.
“I told you he’s both,” I wink at her. Once I reach the stage he lifts a hand out for me and pulls me right up.
“I love you Mrs. Scott,” he grins at me.
“I love you more Mr. Scott,” I tell him before he pulls me into his arms. I kiss him with all that’s in me and he does the same. Some days I see more of Chris, others he’s more Cal like. Sometimes I even see bits of Collin strangely. Really I’ve learned they're all just titles to different facets of his personality, categories of his moods.
We dance right there on stage, surrounded by our family and friends. As we sway to the music I feel that familiar trace on my back. I glance up at him and he winks at me and I wink back. I love this man every day, every part of him, and I will for the rest of my life. My beautifully broken Prince Charming and I wouldn’t prefer him any other way.
The end.