He picked me up and sat me on the window ledge. I rubbed his face, admiring the ring he put on my finger. “I’ve never been a wife before.” “Never been a husband, either.” “Think we’re going to be good at this whole marriage thing?” He kissed my neck, as I laced my arms around his. “Think we gonna be perfect… wanna know why?” “Why?” “Because I’m going to choose you every single day. When I’m angry, unsure, happy, elated, all that shit. I’m always going to choose my wife.”
