Holy. Shit.
We were really doing this.
The second Ellie agreed to my demands, I put this whole thing into motion. I planned everything. The whole wedding.
Yeah, Ellie had a say, but she seemed content to just say I do in a courthouse.
Not me. I knew this was the only time I was ever getting married. I didn’t want to run away and elope. I wanted to celebrate it.
To celebrate her.
Maybe it was backwards to start out this way. But Ellie Maxwell, soon to be Ramirez, was mine.
From the second I saw her, I’d claimed her. Even if only in my mind.
I knew Ellie Maxwell was made for me.
The one time I made love to her was stamped inside my brain. That experience was unforgettable.
Yeah, I claimed Ellie with my body. And I couldn’t fucking wait to do it again.
But first, right now, before our friends and family, I was going to claim her with words. Announcing my vow to her, promising before God and the whole fucking universe that this woman was mine.
She is mine.