The cream lace dress fluttered about her as the wind whipped about us but I didn’t care and neither did Delilah by the looks of it.
And she looked beautiful, even with her cheeks and nose bright red.
My own little Christmas Rudolph. She had thrown one of my leather jackets over the flimsy dress and the converse on her feet were black but there could be no mistaking what she was.
My beautiful blushing bride.
She was half hippie wild child an half biker chick. And she looked like a god damn angel.
“I love you Mrs Comack.” I raised my glass above my head, my voice rising above the crowd and a cheer went up when she turned to me blushing. Sebastian, was at her hip. Three months old he was growing like a weed, and amazed me every single day.
“Always yours Double.” She tipped her gla
