My Dreamy Old Husband

In a burst of joy, Michael held her in his arms and spun twice on top of the sand. The sound of Sophia’s laughter covered the surging waves.

He pressed his damp lips softly against her forehead.

She looked at him with tear-filled eyes, then turned to the ocean and yelled, “Sophia Edwards and Michael Fletcher will be spending the rest of their lives together!”

He looked at how excited she was but remained unmoved. He only wished that he could yell along with her and inform the whole world about their vow to stay together forever.

But, he knew that he could not stay with her for long.

The only thing he could give her was a wedding, yet Sophia had believed in all of it.

She genuinely believed that they would be together for eternity.

The next day, their wedding ceremony began.

Michael was extremely nervous. He did not know where to put his hands; putting them in his pocket did not seem right but neither did just letting them hang at his sides. Moreover, his nerves were making his palms sweat. With sweaty palms, he continued to pace back and forth at the venue.

It had been a while since he last felt this nervous. He was not acting now; this was live.

At a wedding, there was no such thing as a retake. Everything had to be done in one take and no mistakes were allowed.

Even though the wedding was small and rushed, it still had to be spectacular. To strive for perfection, he purposely put on some powder and trimmed his eyebrows. Otherwise, he might not have been able to match up to his beautiful bride.

Standing at the side, Quinton chided, “Okay, that’s enough. Stop being so nervous. You’re breaking into a sweat. Watch out for your makeup.”

There were only a handful of guests. Sam and Nicole, who had gotten married two days ago, were now guests themselves. There were also a few people from the Fletchers and the Mitchells, as well as Bailey from the Adams Family. The Michel Family did not receive word. Because Michael and Sophia did not want outsiders to find out, they only invited several close friends and family they met on a regular basis.

They had only gone through a swift rehearsal early in the morning. Michael was so nervous that he kept going over the steps to make sure that he would not make a mistake.

he was already in his forties.

be able to participate in his son’s wedding

married. When Celine got married, he was still frozen. He had made it just in time

her a wedding. At the time, they

married once. The only time he got married was with Tanya at the drug dealers’ den. At the time, however, he was locked up in his room most of the time and did

got everything prepared. After that, Theo simply followed along and became an obedient son-in-law.

day before the wedding, he gathered his men and weapons—rifles, cannons, and heavy weapons. Before the time came, he launched an attack at his own

and fired in all directions, turning

was not a good husband. In modern terms, he was a scumbag. Because Elizabeth loved him, she was willing to be with him unofficially and raise his children. In the end, he still fell

about that, he

be if you were

of people who wanted to cry

common to see newlyweds smiling, but it was rare to see the

still insisted on living with Sophia until

lost each other when she was little. While he was all-powerful and standing at the peak, his daughter was being

adore her to his heart’s content, she was going to leave to some place far away with an unknown man. She was leaving

Cooper

her by his side forever, he knew that she was going to

own family, she inevitably

they were already married a long time ago and already had a child who was this big. Yet, he could not help but feel like this ceremony was a defeat for him. Michael was taking his daughter

thought about it, the more saddened he

the two elderly fathers wept, the rest of the crowd

time out of his metaphysics lecture tour to

of the wedding had come too suddenly. The moment Daniel received the news, he booked a plane ticket right away and after a long journey

all those years ago and matchmade them.