NIRVANA

“Let’s get married, sweetheart.” It still echoed in my ears. It shocked me.

Gaping, I waited until he took it back, but it didn’t happen.

“I’m sure Sebastien has connections to process our documents.”

“You want a civil wedding?”

“Yeah. I want to do it right with proper documentation.”

I held his hands. They were cold. “Baby, are you nervous?”

“Yeah. I’m afraid you might disagree.”

“We’re getting married in the States. Period. And yes, ...