It's a wedding.

No, not ours, ours was last year.

Lydi burnt with jealousy. It's not like I stopped her. She's lazy.

We're not. It was a perfect wedding. In our lake gazebo.

Only with people I know. That's the people who work in our restaurant, and a hand full of my friends and Sam's cousin. It was a small affair, mom wasn't happy with it. But it's my wedding.

We both walked the aisle, together, hand in hand. I chose our suits. It was so soft. Lydi said we looked like love sick buffoons. Sam said that's the only way to look in a wedding.

Sam always says things like that. Even his vow was beautiful. I have the recording in my phone.

"I don't know who I was before. I don't care who I am now. But I'll always be the one who loves you."

Mine was simpler. "Inky and Orky forever and ever."

That's how vows should be. Not like what Lydi said few minutes back. It's so lengthy I almost slept. Her wedding. She can read a book for all I care.

I have everything I asked for. Sam stayed back, agreed to take up the restaurant with me but he paid mom with his savings. Surprisingly that helped in his standing with Mom. She accepted him, just a little.

For a sleepy town, the restaurant does well. Sam is an amazing cook. He is an even amazing husband. My engagement gift was contact lens.

I don't wear those stupid glasses anymore. Whenever I go out in public, I wear this rubbery circles. I don't feel a thing.

Mom is impressed. Lydi says I look charming.

The only downside is, strangers think I can see. It's not a big deal though, I wave my stick erratically whenever that happens.

"Kiki.." chubby wet fingers clutch my nose.

"Yes, darling." I pry my nose away and turn to our son, Brit.

He is three years old. The naughtiest on the whole wide world. We adopted him right after our honeymoon.

"Pipi dalking to lady. Laubing." I don't know if his English is bad because he's still a child or because he spends so much time in the coffee shop with Niz. That man spoils him rotten.

Me and my son both get jealous when we're not with Sam when he's laughing. We want in at whatever fun he is having.

"Who is the lady?" We're sitting on our designated chairs, waiting for Sam to get our plates.

"Dono. PIPI…." He screams.

I laugh. God, he is more vocal with his objections.

A woman's trilling laughter follows Sam's chuckles.

"Meet my family. Erin, my lovely husband. This loud speaker is our son Brit. Erin, this is Diana." I can hear the proud tilt in Sam's voice. I might have gained few pounds hearing it often.

I get up. I know Diana. I know everyone of his client. I got the full list from Michael. It's for sex. I liked to hear the stories when we are in bed. It turned me on. I'm weird. Deal with it.

"Oh, you're the lucky guy who bagged Sam. Are you treating him well?" Diana shakes my hand.

"Some days I let him starve. But mostly yes, well." I shrug.

She laughs clapping her hands. I like her. Most people ask it the other way around, especially mom. Is Sam treating you well? Is he still behaving the same? Do you still think he loves you?

She has mellowed down now. Thanks to Ed. I hear that they play cards often. I hope they're dating or at least fucking.

Brit vexes her so much that she needs some vent. He calls her Ginni. That alone is enough to make her worry.

"Why is he not talking proper words! He calls Lydi Didi.. you should take him to the doctor."

Whenever she rants, Sam gently reminds her that he is three, not thirteen.

I like my nickname. Kiki. That's now my bedroom name, Sam uses it too. When he's on the edge, ready to shoot.

His hand encircles my waist, as if he can smell my thoughts. I grin and put my arm around him.

"We eat cake." Brit says, a plate clatters.

"I can see that." Diana laughs, "you have put icing on your dad's nose."

"He doesn't need icing, already too sweet," Sam says and licks my nose.

Bastard. He does this too often. Completely shameless flirting.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so happy to see you like this Sam. This is what I want. I'm not settling down for anything less. I want my husband to blush to his hair roots when I embarrass him."

Sam laughs again, his grip tightens for a second and then he leaves me. I suppress a groan at the loss.

"You will find him Diana."

Brit climbs to my hip, "Pipi gugs." He whispers into my ear.

"I know," I whisper back, placing him on my arm. I'm sure I have plenty more icing on my suit and face.

More licking love for me.

"Bye Brit. Bye Erin. You're so lucky. I wish you all the best."

"Thanks, to you too." I shake her hand again in farewell.

I get that a lot too. When I meet Sam's friends and relatives. That I'm lucky to have Sam.

But I stopped wondering if anyone says that to Sam, if anyone tells him that he is lucky to have me.

I don't care anymore. Because every waking moment of my days, Sam shows me how lucky he feels to be with me.

I'm fucking awesome and he knows it. In return, I shower him with all my awesomeness.

It's perfect.

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