Thank You for Saying Yes

The hotel room was a mess. There was a half drunk bottle of champagne on the table by the door, two empty glasses—one tipped over with the remnants drizzled out and dripping down the side of the wood. The small silver bowl of strawberries was barely touched, one of them showing the even bite marks from one of them.

Most noticeable was the white dress puddle in the middle of the carpet, the black jacket tossed nearby, the pants and shoes at the foot of the bed, and the white shirt and gray tie barely hanging on to the coverlet.

Sam couldn't help but smirk as she snuggled against Danny, satisfied that no one would ever confuse the chaos for anything but what it was. She sighed, the noise content as it rose from the back of her throat.

"Thank you," she said softly. "For asking me."

The rumble of laughter under her ear made her smile as he pulled her closer, rolling a little to the side to wrap both arms around her. "Thank you for saying yes. Again."

She turned her head up and pressed a kiss to his throat. "So how many more times are we going to get married?" she asked him, her mouth still pressed to his skin. "This makes it twice."

He pulled back to look down at her, blue eyes sparkling with amusement. But he looked very content as he pressed a kiss to her temple and pulled her close once more. "I don't," he told her. "A couple more times at least. I like getting married to you."