Marriage with Melinda

Travis’s heart stopped. He knew Melinda was a casual Catholic, but she mentioned God about as much as he did, which was never, orgasms notwithstanding. What was going on?

“Travis, I love you with every beat of my heart, and I want to live with you forever. And so I have a question to ask you…”

She reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a small blue box, opening it to reveal a golden ring.

She dropped to one knee.

“Travis Roberts…Mr. Roberts…will you marry me?” She began crying, as if fearing a negative answer. “Will you have me as your wife?”

Travis certainly wasn’t expecting this. But there was only one answer on his mind.

“Hell yes! Absolutely!”

Melinda jumped into the air, and the two embraced and kissed.

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Melinda insisted upon a low-key wedding. She recalled the family members who spent big money on lavish weddings, only to get divorced in less than five years. She was determined not to have that happen. She wanted a causal wedding, with just a few friends around, with dinner and drinks and a small cake. Nothing fancy.