“That was an amazing meal,” she said as she stumbled lightly out the door of the gorgeous hotel into the heavy rain outside. The red dress she wore turned darker as the rain instantly drenched it. We ran across the open walkway to a small circular building on the other side, which had a slight overhang, allowing us some freedom from the downpour.
“It really was. I’m glad you thought of it,” I laughed, as I pulled off my sports jacket and placed it on her shoulders.
“I’m just glad you were able to get reservations. It was definitely worth every penny,” she smiled as she leaned into me.
I reached into the bag I was holding and pulled out a bottle of port while shooting my new wife a sly grin.
“I’ve got a corkscrew, you want to keep the night going?” I smirked.
“Right here? You think that’s allowed?”
“Who cares? It’s dark, no one’s out here because of the rain. I can’t imagine anyone else will even notice.”
“You’re right,” she giggled. “Besides, it’s our special day, right?”
“Right!” I bent over and placed the bag on the ground, digging around for the corkscrew I felt happy to have remembered to have bought when I got the wine.
Within a matter of seconds I had the bottle opened and offered my lady the bottle.
“No cups?” she asked.
“Does it matter?”
“Of course not, just thought I’d check,” she said before taking the bottle out of my hand and tipping it back.
I watched in delight as my wife showcased her more dainty side. She brought the bottle back to level and let out a loud belch, causing us both to laugh.
“I couldn’t have asked for a better woman,” I said as I took her into my arms.
“You had better think that, you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”
“Oh, I know,” I smiled, feeling the happiest I had felt in ages. It might have been raining cats and dogs, but the sun was shining for the two of us.
“You know,” she said as she looked deep in my eyes. The smile on her face, one of complete bliss, caused me to know even more certainly than before that she was the one for me. “This might be the best day of my life.”
“Here’s to even more days like this then,” I said as I tipped the bottle back and took my own long drag on the port.
The heavy liquid caught in my throat, causing me to gag involuntarily, spitting up thick liquid in a series of coughs, which continued due to my own laughter at how much more coolly my wife had performed this act than I.
I looked at her as my laughter continued, she looked back. Suddenly the laughter stopped and she leaned over and kissed me.
It was a great night.
Well, that’s only loosely based on truth, but was a fun night…and after so many rather depressing flash fiction stories, thought I’d focus on a much happier one.