Union By D.I. Jolly

Jack couldn’t wait to marry his girlfriend Mary. From the moment he’d met her he was convinced she was the one for him and he loved every part of her. From the tips of her carefully pedicured toes, up passed the arse that she thought was a bit too big but he loved the shape of, all the way to her neatly cut and straighten hair, he loved her. But most of all he loved her sense of humour. Not because she was particularly funny, or always laughed at his jokes, but because she had a habit of being a bit off from everyone else. She somehow managed to always be a beat ahead or behind a crowd. She’d suddenly start laughing about a joke she’d heard a week before and then would turn bright red trying to explain why she couldn’t stop laughing to a room full of confused silent strangers or would crack herself up halfway through telling a joke she just couldn’t finish. She seemed to live in a near-permanent state of inappropriate laughter and it charmed Jack to the core of his soul. He loved just sitting back and watching her make herself laugh.

She, of course, always confessed to hating it but loved how he smiled when she lost the plot. He never said anything or poked the situation to make it worse, he just basked in it. So when he’d gotten down on one knee in the middle of a restaurant and she’d started uncontrollably giggling she knew that he wouldn’t run off and he didn’t. He stayed and waited with that same smile on his face, waiting for her to catch her breath and answer.


Finally came flying out of her mouth and they hugged and kissed and that night they had what could only be described as truly epic sex.

Now a year to the day later as he stood across from her reciting his vows watching her cheeks turning ever darker shades of red, he took a moment to wonder how he could ever have gotten so lucky, to be marrying the girl of his dreams. How often people actually got to spend the rest of their lives with the person they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with. She, of course, giggled her way through her own vows and by the end of the afternoon, they were husband and wife, bound together in the eyes of the law and maybe God, if he existed. The party happened, there was lots of cheering and drinking and pictures and food, and by midnight that night, Jack knew two things for sure. One, that there is no such thing as the best night of your life, and two, Mary was fatally allergic to shellfish.

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