“Ryan, do you take Emmeline to be your—” “I do.” He brought his free hand to the bouquet, lacing his fingers with mine as I laughed. A grin started at the corner of his mouth and it unfurled into a wide smile that had my heart pounding in my chest and a few overwhelmed tears fogging my eyes. After all these years, I was marrying this sweet, broody boy. “Yes to all of it. Everything. I do.” “Not wasting any time. I like it.” The officiant chuckled. “Emmeline, do you take Ryan to be your—” “I do too,” I said, still laughing. “Then I won’t make you wait another minute. By the power vested in me
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