All of Me

“You’ll regret choosing that cracker over me, Diana! I’m a real man, and he’s nothing!”

Cameron growled, “If you don’t stop fighting me, I’m going to knock you out.”

“Fine, fine!” Ronaldo stopped fighting, and Cameron let him down, shoving him towards his car.

“Get the hell out here,” Cameron ordered, standing over him until he climbed in the car and turned the ignition. After the car pulled away, Cameron turned and waved to the couple. “You guys can get married now!”

Marty had taken Diana’s right hand in his, smoothing his thumb over her knuckles, which would bruise, he was sure. “I can’t believe you punched him.”

“I know. I didn’t even think about it,” Diana told him, frowning. She looked up at him. “I didn’t have s*x with him, not since I broke up with him before you and I met.”

“I never doubted you, Diana. I knew he was lying.” He kissed her knuckles gently.

“I don’t understand why he did this,” Diana mumbled, shocked.

“I do. You’re hard to get over, babe. If you left me, I’d be devastated. I’d never, ever, get over you,” Marty told her.

“I love you,” Diana whispered, kissing him. Their kiss became more heated until several guests began to applaud.

“You aren’t married yet!” Maura called, laughing.

“Get a room! After the ceremony!” a man Marty worked with yelled.

“Let’s get married,” Marty laughed.

“Yes!”

*****

The reception was lovely, with tables set up in the backyard and twinkle lights dripping from every tree and bush to light up the area. A dance floor had been created on the porch, and they had chosen a DJ rather than a band for entertainment. Dinner was perfectly delicious, and the incident, which had been the hot topic for the first fifteen minutes of the reception, was quickly forgotten as everyone began to enjoy the party.

Everyone danced and ate and drank, and when Mr. and Mrs. Walter had been announced for the first time, all the guests had cheered loudly. After dinner had been eaten, Marcus called the couple to the dance floor for their first dance as a married couple. Marty had begged Diana to let him choose the song for their first dance.

“Are you going to tell me?” she asked as they meandered onto the dance floor.

“It will play in about five seconds,” Marty laughed as he placed one hand on her waist and held one of her hands with the other.

She wrapped her free hand around his neck and smiled up at him. “I’m so happy to be your wife.”

“I have never been so happy in my life,” Marty replied. He signaled to the DJ, who began the song. He watched Diana’s eyes light up when “At Last” by Etta James began to play.

Tears filled her eyes. “I can’t believe you remembered.”

“I remember everything about you,” Marty whispered as his lips descended on hers for a brief, chaste kiss. “The first song we ever dance to.”

She laughed a watery laugh as her tears spilled over. “Yes! At that little dive on our first date.”

“When it came on, you squealed. I swear, it was both the cutest and most annoying sound I’d heard in my life,” he told her.

Diana threw her head back and guffawed, a great belly laugh as she remembered. “You made the funniest face, and I thought, oh God, this guy is about to run!”

“Never in a million years,” Marty whispered, and their conversation grew serious. “I love you, Diana. I think I loved you the first time we danced to this song.”

Diana shook her head. “You are the love of my life.”

The photographer walked in circles around them, snapping pictures, and other couples began to join them on the dance floor. Diana and Marty were completely unaware of the others, they were so lost in love. They kissed, they whispered, they hugged, they laughed. Their love was almost palpable, and the life they would live was already perfect.

The End.