Mr and Mrs

I’m unable to say anything, so I just nod. I feel Molly peek around me and wave to Brad and Ron.

“We’d love to get the kids together if you’re still interested. Let us know.”

Before I can apologize or say a single word, Molly is pulling me back into the stands with Noah.

“Well, that went great,” she says, letting out a little sigh.

“He shouldn’t touch you,” is all I’m able to grumble as Noah and Molly fall into fits of laughter.

She leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek and all’s right with my world. How is it that this woman can give me exactly what I need, exactly when I need it?

Wrapping my arms around her, we watch the rest of MJ’s game and I offer a wave of apology to her coach after the game. He may not have wanted my Molly, but I’m not taking any chances. She’s mine until the end of time, and I’ll make sure no one and nothing stands in my way.

THE END