“Okay, okay. Fiancé,” I reply with a warm laugh, letting my hand glide up and down his flank as I stare at him, utterly content. “Baby, I’m gonna write amazing vows. You’ll cry, I bet.”

I grin at him, but the comment is meant to let him know that I don’t see this as a repeat. I don’t plan on recycling any part of our last wedding. This is something new, and we’ll celebrate it as such.

“Hmm, where should we honeymoon?” I drawl out sarcastically. “I hear South Darrow is nice this time of year. Can’t rule out North Darrow, though.”