“So, fiancée.” He whispered to me in the morning.
“Are we going to have a wedding?”
The question caught me off- guard. I hadn’t even thought about a wedding, I was still getting my thoughts around the fact that I was engaged! When I was a little girl I imagined the whole thing: white dress, huge event, but that girl had no idea what it was like to be in love.
“I just want to be your wife,” I said honestly, “and we have no money to have a big event.”
“What are you saying, Nadia, cause I think that I like it.”
“Let’s just elope and get married RIGHT NOW!” This was a good plan, in the best interest of our future. Whether we had a wedding, or we eloped, in the end, we’d still be married.
“I definitely like it,” he said, grinning, “let’s do it!”
“And…” I started, grinning, “we get to have celebratory woohoo…”
“You already sold me, baby! Let’s do it!”
We finally were able to build a room that Tuesday. The bed and cooler went in it.
“Why exactly did we put the bed in there,” Mitch said, pointing to our ‘house’, “And not the toilet or shower?”
I smiled. Hopefully with my next paycheck, we’d be able to add on a bathroom.
“So we get to do this…” I laughed, pulling him in.