The Temporary Husband
He slips he ring on my finger, and this time it’s my exact size.
Ivan gets to his feet, cupping my face in his hands, he kisses me hard and long.
Happiness bubbles in my gut, spilling out in laughs and giggles.
“Yes!” he laughs, throwing his head back, kissing all over my face, my cheeks, nose, eyes, and mouth, making me laugh.
“You’ve made me the happiest person on earth, my Izzy. I promise, I’ll make you the happiest man ever.”
Excitement unfurls at the pit of my stomach, like a shaken Dr. Pepper, it threatens to spill everywhere.