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Sunlight slipped through the blinds in streaks of pale gold, settling across the soft folds of the sheets where Ericka still lay. The house was quiet unusually quiet except for the faint hum of the city waking up beyond the windows.
Ericka blinked her eyes open and reached across the bed automatically, fingertips brushing the empty space where Amanda usually slept. The sheets were still warm, carrying the faint trace of her perfume jasmine and amber, grounding and familiar.
A small note rested on the nightstand, folded neatly beside a cup of warm tea and a plate of fruit.
Forget about work for a few hours. Meet me downstairs in an hour.
- A.
Ericka smiled, a slow curl of affection lighting her features. She traced her thumb over the curve of the handwriting. Amanda Parker always planning, always making sure there was a surprise just waiting to unfold.
She swung her legs out of bed and padded into the kitchen, sipping her tea while glancing out over the skyline. Today was Monday. Their Monday the one they had quietly, decisively set aside to become wife and wife before the world could twist their story into something it wasn't.
Ericka finished breakfast, the butterflies starting to stir in her stomach. She chose something simple but elegant: a white silk blouse tucked into soft beige slacks, her curls framing her face just enough to feel effortless. She wanted Amanda to look at her and see home.
When she checked the time 9:58 she grabbed her purse and phone, her heart starting to race in a way that made her laugh quietly to herself. "Pull it together, Mathews," she whispered, shaking her head with a smile.
The elevator ride down felt longer than usual, her reflection in the mirrored wall catching her in flashes calm, focused, but glowing from something deeper.
And then, as the doors opened, there she was.
Amanda stood waiting by the car, sunlight spilling across her dark gray suit and crisp white shirt. Her tie was undone at the top, the look equal parts sharp and disarmingly soft. In her hands was a bouquet of cream roses mixed with soft blush peonies simple, timeless, romantic.
When Ericka stepped out, Amanda's face broke into that warm, familiar smile that made the rest of the world fade away.
"For you," Amanda said softly, extending the flowers. "Soon-to-be Mrs. Mathews."
Ericka's heart fluttered as she took them. "Amanda... they're beautiful."
Amanda leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips slow, deliberate, full of emotion. "You're beautiful," she murmured. "And you have no idea how happy I am to be marrying you today."
Ericka brushed her thumb along Amanda's jaw. "I think I do," she said with a soft laugh. "You've been glowing since Saturday."
Amanda grinned, sliding an arm gently around her waist. "Guilty. What can I say? I'm marrying the woman who made me believe in forever."
Ericka shook her head, teasing but tender. "You and that charm of yours. You sure you're not nervous?"
"Terrified," Amanda admitted with a playful grin, "but in the best possible way."
Ericka chuckled, leaning into her. "That makes two of us."
Amanda kissed her temple. "Then we'll be terrified together."
They lingered there for a moment, standing in the morning sunlight, the city's pulse humming softly around them. Then Amanda opened the car door for her with a small bow. "After you, my love."
Ericka slid inside, still smiling as Amanda joined her on the other side. Their hands found each other's instinctively once the doors shut fingers intertwined, warm, steady.
As the car pulled away, Ericka rested her head against the seat, still holding Amanda's hand.
"It's funny," she said quietly. "We spend our lives planning every move.
Meetings, strategies, deadlines. But this.
.." she turned her head, smiling softly.
"This feels like the only thing that's ever made perfect sense. "
Amanda's eyes met hers, full of quiet certainty. "That's because it is."
Ericka exhaled slowly, letting herself melt into the calm between them. "You ready for this, Mrs. Parker?"
Amanda's grin widened, her thumb brushing over Ericka's knuckles. "More than ready, Mrs. Mathews."
The city blurred past in streaks of light and motion, but inside the car, time seemed to slow. There were no reporters, no rumors, no expectations — just two women heading toward a promise they'd built from trust, from laughter, from something rare and real.
And when the courthouse came into view, Amanda squeezed Ericka's hand gently and whispered, "Let's make it official."
Ericka smiled, her voice soft but certain. "Let's."
The courthouse stood quietly on the corner of Main and Fifth a place Amanda had driven by countless times, never imagining it would become the site of one of the most important moments of her life.
The morning air was crisp, sunlight stretching across the marble steps like a blessing. Ericka stepped out of the car first, her hand clutching Amanda's as though anchoring herself to something steady.
Amanda glanced at her, eyes full of warmth. "You good?"
Ericka nodded, though her heart raced in her chest. "Yeah," she whispered. "Just... taking it all in."
Amanda smiled softly. "It's just us, baby. No press. No noise. Just this."
They climbed the courthouse steps hand-in-hand, the soft click of Ericka's heels echoing in rhythm with Amanda's slower stride. The security guard at the door gave them a polite nod, and the clerk behind the counter smiled as they approached.
"Marriage license appointment?" she asked warmly.
Amanda nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
The woman flipped through her schedule. "Amanda Parker and Ericka Mathews?"
"That's us," Amanda said.
"Well," the clerk smiled, sliding a few papers forward, "congratulations, ladies. You're right on time."
They sat at a small table by the window as the clerk processed their information. Ericka's fingers were laced through Amanda's the entire time, their thumbs brushing absently in quiet reassurance.
When the clerk finally looked up, she said, "Alright. The judge will see you in about ten minutes. You can wait just down the hall."
Ericka smiled politely, then stood. As they walked toward the small ceremonial room, her grip on Amanda's hand tightened slightly.
Amanda glanced over. "Nervous?"
"Not nervous," Ericka said softly. "Just... it feels so real now."
Amanda leaned close, voice gentle. "It's been real since the first time you looked at me like I was more than your assistant."
Ericka laughed quietly, shaking her head. "You're never going to let that go, are you?"
"Not a chance."
They stopped in front of the door. Inside, the small room was softly lit, walls painted a neutral ivory with a vase of fresh lilies on the table. The officiant, an older woman with kind eyes and silver hair pulled into a bun, greeted them with a warm smile.
"Good morning. You must be Amanda and Ericka. Are we ready?"
Amanda looked at Ericka, and their smiles matched. "We are."
The officiant motioned for them to stand facing each other in front of the table. "Do you have vows prepared, or would you like to use the standard ones?"
Ericka met Amanda's eyes. "We'll speak from the heart."
Amanda nodded. "Always."
The officiant stepped back slightly. "Then take your time."
A quiet stillness filled the room. The sound of the city outside seemed to fade as Amanda reached for Ericka's hands, holding them between her own.
Amanda's voice was soft, steady.
"When I met you, I didn't know how much you'd change my life.
You challenged me, inspired me, and somehow, you made me believe I was capable of more than I ever thought possible.
You've been my peace, my chaos, my partner in every way that matters.
Today, I promise to keep choosing you even on the hard days, even when the world gets loud.
You are my home, Ericka. Always have been. Always will be."
Ericka's eyes glistened, a tear slipping free before she laughed softly, brushing it away. "You had to go first, didn't you?"
Amanda smiled. "Always."
Ericka took a breath, her fingers tightening around Amanda's.
"When I met you, I was in control of everything.
My life, my career, my heart or at least, I thought I was.
And then you came along, and suddenly, I didn't want control anymore.
I wanted connection. I wanted you. You've been the calm in every storm, the reason I smile when I shouldn't, and the one person who reminds me it's okay to be vulnerable.
I love you, Amanda Parker for your strength, your stubbornness, and your heart.
And I promise to love you for the rest of my life. "
Amanda's eyes were wet now too, but her smile never wavered. "God, I love you," she whispered.
The officiant's own smile softened as she spoke. "I think that says it all."
She reached for the small velvet box Amanda had placed on the table earlier. Inside rested two simple but elegant bands platinum, timeless, engraved on the inside with My always.
Amanda took the first ring, sliding it onto Ericka's finger. "With this ring, I choose you."
Ericka repeated the gesture, her voice trembling slightly. "With this ring, I choose you."
The officiant folded her hands together. "By the power vested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you married. You may seal your vows with a kiss."
Amanda didn't hesitate. She reached forward, cupping Ericka's face, and kissed her slow, deep, full of every unspoken word they'd ever shared. It wasn't rushed, or shy, or hidden. It was love pure and certain.
When they finally pulled apart, the officiant laughed softly. "That's one for the books."
Amanda turned to Ericka, her forehead resting against hers. "Well, Mrs. Mathews..."
Ericka smiled through her tears. "Yes, Mrs. Mathews?"
Amanda grinned. "Let's go start forever."
Ericka kissed her again, whispering against her lips, "We already have."