“So we’ll have a cake, that’s cool, and a big celebration, even if it wasn’t intended just for us. I want a conga line; do you remember those? Or the bunny hop? Oh, I know, a flash mob conga line!! Ending at the cake! And since we’re in port we could go get married on the island too, whatever it is they do, jump the broom maybe, no wait, that’s pagans or witches or something.”
He was getting to me. I was getting goofy and excited now, too. “Jordan can be our flower child. And hmm, do we want two best men? Wait, I didn’t bring a tux. Is tonight’s party in costume? Sometimes they are, I brought one just in case.”
Steve smiled, quirking that one eyebrow up like he does when he’s thinking of mischief. “You know my roommate can fix us up with any papers we need. She used to be great with the
