Part 2213 – Something Big + Something Sweeping And Romantic + Something Bombastic = Celine Dion??

It would be so easy to keep kissing him. This insanely wonderful man.

But I suppose I can’t.

Elsie ended the kiss.

At least, not here.

She opened her eyes. The plain and unabashed love on his face and in his eyes stole her breath away.

How is this possible?

She stroked his face and traced the shape of his mouth with her fingertip.

Someone like him.

Someone so amazing like him.

He loves me.

“You love me.” She sounded as amazed as she felt.

“And you love me.” His expression found a way to soften further. “You wanted to marry me. You married me.”

“Can we go home now? Hildreth, can we please go home now?”

“Elsie baby.” He smiled. It was heartwarming and heartmelting all at the same time. “My Elsie.”

“Please?”

Jeff returned with the box of doughnut holes. “Sorry about keeping you waiting.”

Hildreth kissed her again. Just a quick, light kiss. “Soon, Els.” He took the box from Jeff and popped it open. “Now, you didn’t go and sneak any of those accursed lemon custards in here, did you?”

Jeff grinned. “All I’m going to say is choose wisely.”

Hildreth raised his head in alarm. “What?”

Jeff laughed. “Just teasing.”

“Wooo! Don’t scare me like that, man. I nearly died for a second.”

Elsie gently punched his upper arm. “Don’t even joke about dying. Or my next punch will be a lot harder.”

“My Elsie.” Love was warm and bright in Hildreth’s eyes.

And Elsie wanted to curl up under it. She wanted to feel it all around her.

Its heat.

Its softness.

His voice whispering, “My Elsie” in her ear.

She lowered her hands to her lap and clenched and unclenched them.

He put his hand on top of them – soft glove over metal gauntlet. “I know, Els.”

She looked up at him in surprise.

“I feel the same way. But I promise it won’t be too much longer.” He kissed the side of her face. “Soon.”

***

Jeff settled down with the box of doughnut holes as Hildreth and Elsie kissed yet again. He rifled through the assortment until he found what he was looking for – a glazed cherry chip one. “Mm.” He ate it at a nice, leisurely pace, savoring the taste and the doughnut-like texture.

I thought singing for their wedding would be a lot harder than it actually was. Seeing them together. Their happiness. Their mutual love for each other.

It doesn’t hurt too much.

I’m happy for them.

I’m happy for them both.

Jeff ate the last corner and searched the box for another cherry chip.

What song should I sing next for them? If it weren’t for the fact that the organist stole that bit of thunder, I’d go with “White Trash Wedding”. But no. I want something big, something sweeping and romantic, something bombastic in its mushiness.

“Ah! Here you are.” He pulled out another cherry chip doughnut hole. “What were the songs on the list we came up with?” He closed his eyes and tried to visualize it. “I did that one. I grouped those together. Did that one. Oh!” He opened his eyes and smiled. “I know just the one to sing.” He quickly ate it and sucked the glazing off his fingers.

I know just the two to sing.

Jeff returned to his abandoned guitar and removed it from the case. He readjusted the strings.

He focused on the bride and the groom as he sang Celine Dion’s “Then You Look At Me”. He threw all of his heart and soul into his guitar playing and singing.

Hildreth and Elsie exchanged a soft look. They stood. He led her around to the other side of the table.

And they danced.

And he remembered.

Jeff woke with tears in his eyes and tears running down into his ears. He stared up into the dark and tried to control his breathing.

I don’t want to disturb her again.

I can do this.

I can calm down.

I can control this.

Laura rolled over on her side and laid her arm across his waist. “ngh. I’m here, Jeff.”

He inhaled a shaky breath.

“So, come to me.”

He exhaled hard and turned to her.

I want to apologize.

I should apologize, but I can’t. I can’t speak.

“I’m here.”

He embraced her.

She held him tight. “I’m here.”

Laura.

My Laura girl.

“I’m lost as can be. Then, you look at me and I am not lost anymore.”

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