“Patrick…” Mae turned to me. “I, Patrick, take you, Goose.”
“I, Patrick, take you, Love Camel.” The whispered inside joke before I said his name made him smile. “Take you, Goose…”
“To be my husband.”
“To be my husband.”
“For better or worse, for richer and poorer, in sickness and in health, from this day forward, to love and to cherish all the days of our lives.”
“For better or worse, for richer and poorer, in sickness and in health, from this day forward, to love and to cherish all the days of our lives…Plus whatever comes after.”
“Yes,” Goose said. “I should have added that, too.”
“And, so you did.” Mae smiled again. “The rings.”