[5:32 am]
“If we weren’t in the city, we’d have been able to see the stars instead of just watching the sunrise,” Vernon says matter-of-factly, shoving his hands into his pockets. You mimic his action and shiver a bit.
“I think that the city lights, in a way, are just as pretty as the stars would have been... and if you pretend I said something super introspective about sunrises, I’m sure they would seem cooler too,” you smile, the wind bites at your skin and you watch as it whips his hair around and a big grin spreads across his face.
You are both standing on the top level of some random parking garage in downtown Miami. The sounds of the already bustling streets below becoming background noise. “Yea, introspective,” the hint of a laugh riding on his tone. After a moment, Vernon looks at you out of the corner of his eye, taking one hand from his pocket and reaching into yours, grabbing your hand tightly, “I think my mom is really happy that she finally gets to meet you.”
“I hope so,” a soft sigh leaves your lips, “your sister too.”
“They are probably planning our marriage as we speak,” he chuckles.
His words make your smile widen, but you try and contain yourself, “Well I’d hope not, it’s literally 5 in the morning.”
Vernon chuckles, turning his head to stare at you clearly. Normally you’d notice, but your mind is already drifting through the wedding invitations and cake tastings. He can’t help but stare at you lovingly, watching your eyes sparkle with a beautiful anticipation. He won’t say it out loud for fear of spontaneous combustion, but the thought of seeing you walking down the isle, ready to spend your lives together, makes him happier than anything else in the world.