Epilogue
Angelo
One Month Later
Maybe the weirdest thing about dating Thomas is that we were already dating in everything except a title.
Nothing really changed. We still meet up when we can for a date, even if it’s just watching TV and eating takeout at one of our houses.
That’s not to say we haven’t been on real dates.
We’ve gone out to the movies and spent New Year’s Eve together.
My mom hounded me to bring Thomas and his son around, so we had lunch together. Still, I don’t feel prepared for today.
Thomas’s ex-wife’s wedding. It’s not my first time meeting Crystal. We met before I started dating Thomas, but she didn’t seem to have an issue with us being together. If anything, she seems happy that Thomas is getting back out there, and she welcomed me with open arms.
“You ready?” Thomas asks, peeking his head into the room. He’s been busy helping Eric get ready and tie his tie, leaving me to get dressed on my own. Luckily, Crystal’s wedding is local, so we can show up at the venue without a bunch of driving.
“Just about,” I answer, looking over myself in the mirror. Thomas walks further into his room and stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“You look gorgeous, baby.” He whispers in my ear before kissing my neck.
I melt into his embrace, relaxing in his grip. “I love you,” I tell him.
“I love you too,” he says softly into my ear.
I know it’s fast, but when you know, you know. Thomas told me he loves me a week or so ago, and I’m glad he did because it saved me from saying it first. I might have hesitated when he first asked me to date him for real, but I am all in on this.
“We should get going,” Eric tells us from the door. “We don’t wanna be late.”
“Right,” Thomas chimes in. He grabs the gift, and we follow him to the car.
It’s a smaller venue with outdoor seating for the wedding.
Eric walks down the aisle holding the rings, and I’m alone with Thomas in the audience as we watch the ceremony unfold.
Before now I hadn’t given much thought to weddings and kids, but looking at Eric, I’m proud to be a part of this family even if it isn’t official.
“Do you ever think about doing it again?” I ask Thomas as we dance during the reception. “Getting married, I mean.”
“Are you asking?” he teases, his hands tightening on my hips.
“Just curious.”
“Maybe one day,” he tells me. “If it’s with the right person.”