Jamie McGuire - Beautiful Disaster

I laughed. “I’m sick of your shit, now. I still married you.”

“I thought once we got married, that I’d feel a little more reassured about losing you. But I feel like if I get on that plane….”

“Travis? I love you. Let’s go home.”

His eyebrows pulled in. “You won’t leave me, right? Even when I’m a pain in the ass?”

“I vowed in front of God…and Elvis…that I wouldn’t, didn’t I?”

His frown lightened a bit. “This is forever?”

One corner of my mouth turned up. “Would it make you feel better if we made a wager?”

Other passengers began to walk around us, however slowly, watching and listening to our ridiculous conversation. Like all the other times, I was glaringly aware of prying eyes, but this time was different. The only thing I could think about was the peace returning to Travis’ eyes.

“What kind of husband would I be if I bet against my own marriage?”

I smiled. “The stupid kind. Didn’t you listen to your dad when he told you not to bet against me?”

He raised an eyebrow. “So you’re that sure, huh? You’d bet on it?”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled against his lips. “I’d bet my first born. That’s how sure I am.”

And then the peace returned.

“You can’t be that sure,” he said, the anxiousness absent from his voice.

I raised an eyebrow, and my mouth pulled to one side. “Wanna bet?”