All Chapters of How I Met My Wife.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Monday, 11:14 p.m.Two days.Two days until the memorial. Two days until the lobby. Two days until the speech. Two days until the foam heart. Two days until the foam heart is the foam heart of a man who is going to say the name of the woman he lost in front of the city.Aiden is in bed next to me. He is not sleeping. He is the kind of man who is in bed who is not sleeping, in the way that men are in bed who are not sleeping when the men have a speech in a manila folder on the counter that the men are going to read in two days in front of the city.Lincoln is at our feet. Lincoln is asleep. Lincoln is on his side. Lincoln is the small, grey, very important chaperone who has decided that sleeping is the right thing to do at 11:14 p.m. on a Monday, in the way that small dogs decide that sleeping is the right thing to do at 11:14 p.m. on Mondays.I am in bed. I am not sleeping either. I am the kind of woman who is in bed who is not sleeping, in the way that women are in bed who are not sl

Wednesday, 8:14 p.m.The apartment is quiet.The apartment is the kind of apartment that is quiet when the apartment has just had a memorial in a hospital and the apartment is the apartment the memorial was about, in the way that apartments are quiet when the apartments are the apartments of the women the men the apartments belonged to lost.Aiden is in the suit. He has not changed out of the suit. He is sitting on the couch in the suit, in the way that men sit on couches in suits when the men have just read speeches in lobbies and the men have not changed out of the suits because the men do not know how to be the men the men were before the speech.I am on the couch next to him. I am in the dress Sophie helped me pick. I have not changed out of the dress. I am a person who has not changed out of a dress, in the way that women are on couches in dresses when the women have just been in lobbies and the women are the kind of women who do not change out of dresses because the dresses are

Thursday, 11:47 a.m.I am in the car. I am in the passenger seat. Aiden is driving. I have a ring on my finger. I am a person who has a ring on her finger, in the way that women have rings on their fingers when the women have just said yes to the rings the men have proposed with.I take out my phone. I open the text thread with Sophie. I type.He asked. I said yes.I hit send.I put the phone down. I pick it up. I put it down. I do the small thing of a woman who has just texted a best friend that the woman has just been proposed to, in the way that women text best friends when the women have just been proposed to by the men the women love.Aiden is driving. Aiden is the kind of man who is driving when the man has just proposed to the woman, in the way that men drive when the men have just proposed to the women and the women have said yes to the proposals and the men are driving the women home.My phone rings. It is Sophie. Sophie has not texted back. Sophie has called. Sophie is the k

Friday, 2:14 p.m.We are at the hospital. We are at the hospital on a Friday afternoon. Aiden is holding my hand. Aiden is holding my hand in the lobby of the hospital, in the way that men hold hands of women in lobbies of hospitals on Friday afternoons when the men are the kind of men who are holding hands of women the men are engaged to in lobbies of hospitals.I am a person who is holding a hand in a lobby. I am a person who is holding the hand of the man I am going to marry. I am a person who is holding the hand of the man in the lobby of the hospital where the man did the four-minute surgery. I am a person who is holding the hand of the man in the lobby of the hospital where the man did the four-minute surgery on the woman the man is now holding the hand of.I am a person who is a small, quiet, very real person who is holding a hand in a lobby, in the way that women hold hands in lobbies when the women are the kind of women who are holding hands in lobbies with the men the women

Sunday, 11:14 a.m.I am in a small bridal shop in Silverlake. I am in the small bridal shop with Sophie. Sophie is the kind of best friend who is in small bridal shops in Silverlake on Sunday mornings, in the way that best friends are in small bridal shops in Silverlake on Sunday mornings when the best friends are the kind of best friends who are in small bridal shops in Silverlake on Sunday mornings with the women the best friends are the best friends of.The shop is small. The shop has three dresses on the rack. The shop has a small mirror. The shop has a small couch. The shop has a small woman at the counter who is the kind of small woman who is at counters of small bridal shops in Silverlake on Sunday mornings.This is it, Sophie says. This is the place. I have been waiting for this place. I have been waiting for this place since you told me about the bench. I have been waiting for this place since the foam heart. I have been waiting for this place since the man said your name twi