Whether he meant for the party later, or if he was already dreaming of a larger ceremony than the two of us at City Hall, I had a feeling I was going to give in to whatever he wanted. He was so happy, giddy and warm in my arms, I couldn't conceive of denying him.

"You do enjoy making a mess with food," I agreed with a low chuckle, my mouth traveling along the dip of his breastbone.