“Why did you call me Loving? We aren’t legally married just marked, and mated, am I missing something?” He hit a button on his door that made the window to talk to those in front of us go up, blocking all, and any sound.
“Well we are engaged hunny, remember I asked you in the gazebo to get married the second you were divorced? And to prove to me you would you had our Luna ceremony?” He kindly reminded me, and I felt happy to have heard him remind me in this kind manner.
The things I had to get used to had finally settled to not bother my mind, and I felt happy to know Earl cared about me. If only he wanted me, then maybe I wouldn’t feel like extra baggage to him. As the car started to leave, I kept feeling like a reusable bag that was starting to tear itself from the inside.
Why could I
