THE PAST.
OSCAR'S POV.
With her hand in mine we make our way next door to the chapel, we pay a twenty dollar fee for the license and another twenty dollars for a witness since we don't have one.
Thankfully this isn't one of those elvis chapels and there's a priest here. Reagan and I walk hand in hand down the aisle.
“Do you have rings?” The priest asks us.
“Yes.” I tell him and Reagan looks confused.
“I didn't get any for you, I forgot.” She says and she looks like she's about to cry.
“It's ok baby, I always have this with me, it's my mums.” I tell her and now the tears well up in her eyes.
“No, it's not alright, we are getting married and you're about to give me your mums ring and I don't have a ring for you. Can I use this?” She asks the priest as she points to the chain a
