My Husband Wants An Open Marriage

CHAPTER 102: We Have The Rest Of Our Lives CHAPTER 102: We Have The Rest Of Our Lives

It's our first dance as a couple, and Julie's arms are draped around my neck, her warmth melting into mine as we sway to the soft rhythm of the music. Her dress catches the golden glow of the chandeliers, shimmering like something out of a dream. But it's not the dress or the lights that have me mesmerized-it's her.

Her cheeks are flushed, a shade of pink that makes my heart stutter, and her eyes, those deep, captivating pools, glisten with unshed tears. I open my mouth to say something, anything, but all I can manage is, "You're beautiful."

Julie's blush deepens, and she looks away for a moment before meeting my gaze again. You've already said that. Twice."

""Because it's true."

Around us, everyone is watching.

Julie bites her lip, a nervous gesture that only makes her more endearing. "It's strange, isn't it? Feeling this... shy?"

I chuckle. "Like teenagers on a first date."

"Exactly. The entire room is watching, and I don't know where to look."

"You're doing great so far," I say. "Just keep looking at me."

And she does. She never takes her eyes off even once.

The song seems to end too soon. Applause erupts around us, loud and exuberant, but for a split second, I swear it's just her and me, lost in our own little world.

As the clapping swells, I take her hand and lead her back to our table. The MC's voice booms over the speakers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think we can all agree that was a first dance for the books! And judging by the teary eyes around the room, I'm not the only one who felt the love. Give it up for our happy couple!" The crowd's cheers grow louder.

The MC continues, "We have a special member of this family who's requested the microphone. Someone who calls himself the couple's guardian."

Julie glances at me. "Guardian?"

I shake my head, equally puzzled. "Beats me.

But I do have a wild guess.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the MC says, "please welcome Retired General Javier Martinez!"

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The cheers grow deafening, and I let out a groan. "Leave it to Grandpa to steal the spotlight."

Julie laughs, squeezing my hand. "I think he deserves it.

We both turn to watch as Grandpa rolls himself to the front in his wheelchair, his posture as straight as ever. He takes the mic from the MC.

"I've known Lucas his entire life," Grandpa begins. "So whatever I needed to say to him has already been said. Repeatedly. And loudly.' Laughter ripples through the crowd.

"This speech," he continues, "is for the newest member of our family, Julie Martinez."

The room applauds again, and Grandpa holds up a hand.

"Cease your clapping, people. I haven't even said anything."

The laughter grows louder, and even Julie can't help but chuckle.

Grandpa clears his throat. "The first time I saw you, Julie, coming into the house with Lucas, I knew you were different. Special. And that's because Lucas actually walked into the house. He didn't barge in like he's trying to reenact a SWAT raid-which always grates on my nerve. No, he walked in. He was... calm. Dare I say, normal. I looked at him, then at you, and I thought, 'Well, he's in trouble.'

More laughter, and Julie's hand finds mine under the table.

"I'll admit," Grandpa continues, "I was worried. I thought, 'This woman is going to break his heart. Because Lucas, for all his bravado, is not as tough as he pretends to be. But then I watched you, Julie. I saw the way you looked at him, the way you softened his edges without dulling his fire. And I realized... you weren't here to break him. You were here to complete him."

Julie's grip on my hand tightens, her eyes glistening.

"Lucas," Grandpa says, turning his gaze to me, "you've always been a stubborn, impulsive man. But you're our stubborn, impulsive Lucas. And now you've got someone who sees past all that, someone who loves you for who you are. Don't mess it up.". The room erupts into applause and laughter again, and Grandpa rolls his eyes. "Alright, alright, I'm done. Enjoy the rest of your evening."

As he hands the mic back to the MC, Julie leans into me. "Can I steal your grandfather?"

"By all means," I say. "You're one of us now."

The evening flows on, a whirlwind of speeches, laughter, toasts, and spoons hitting plates. Marissa, Julie's maid of honor, takes the mic next, her tone light and teasing.

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"Julie's kind of my boss at work," she begins, grinning. "And I'll say this-she's the least pain-in-the-ass boss I've ever had. Which, trust me, is saying something."

The room laughs, and Julie shakes her head, embarrassed but smiling.

It's weird to see Julie making friends, but it's kind of sweet too.

I lean in, whispering, "I feel like everyone here came for you. All I've been hearing is Julie this, Julie that..."

"Aww," she says, "don't tell me you're jealous."

"I am. I'm the only one who should be calling your name."

She presses a quick kiss to my cheek. "We have the rest of our lives for that."

As Marissa wraps up her speech, the MC announces my best man, Kofi. The second his name is mentioned, I groan.

"Hiii, Luke," Kofi begins, grinning.

"See?" Julie whispers. "Someone remembers your name."

"No," I say, "I don't like it when Kofi has a microphone."

Sure enough, Kofi continues with, "Luke has always been a charmer. I mean, he once stole my girlfriend."

Everyone laughs, and I bury my face in my hands.

The speeches and toasts continue, each one a testament to the love and chaos that brought us here. By the time it's announced that it's time to cut the cake, I feel like my face has been permanently flushed from laughter and embarrassment. We stand together, heading to the tiered cake at a corner of the room.

Julie playfully elbows me. "If you smush that cake in my face, I will end you.'

"Noted," I reply, smiling. It's not like I was going to do it, but now that she's mentioned it

As we approach the cake, a hush falls over the room, the kind of silence that makes me feel like all eyes are piercing into us. The cake is a masterpiece-fivè tiers of decadent cream. Julie picks up the knife hesitantly, and I place my hand over hers. "Ready?" I whisper.

She nods.

The MC counts down. "Three...two...one!"

The room cheers as we slice through the cake. Julie glances up at me, her eyes sparkling.

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"Should I?" she teases, holding up a small piece of cake.

"Don't you dare," I say. But the corners of my mouth twitch with a suppressed grin.

She smirks and raises the cake to my lips instead. I take a dramatic bite, making an exaggerated show of savoring it, before returning the favor. The crowd oohs and aahs.

Julie laughs, brushing crumbs off her fingers. "I think we survived that unscathed."

"For now," I say with a wink.

When it's time for the bouquet toss, Julie smiles as she's handed the bouquet-a stunning arrangement of roses and baby's breath. She steps onto the makeshift stage, glancing over her shoulder at the huddle of eager women behind her. "Ready, ladies?" she calls out.

The response is a mix of giggles, cheers, and playful threats. Julie pretends to wind up like a baseball pitcher, eliciting more laughter. She tosses the bouquet over her shoulder with a dramatic flourish.

The flowers soar through the air in a graceful arc-until they smack directly into the face of one of my married third cousins, Jimena.

There's a stunned pause, followed by raucous laughter.

"I think it chose you, Mena!" someone shouts.

Jimena, clearly flustered but not one to back down, clutches the bouquet tightly. Suddenly, another woman-another cousin-grabs at the bouquet.

"I think it's mine!"

"No way! It chose me.

"

"You're already married!"

The room erupts into a playful scuffle as more hands reach for the bouquet, tugging and laughing.

The MC raises his mic. "Ladies, ladies! Please! This is a wedding, not WrestleMania! If you must fight, let's settle it on the dance floor. Because it's La Hora Loca!"

Confetti cannons explode overhead, showering the room in a kaleidoscope of colors. Balloons bounce onto the dance floor. The crowd erupts in cheers, and party props- feather boas, oversized sunglasses, glitter hats are passed around. Julie stares at the chaos unfolding. "What in the world is happening?"

I laugh, grabbing a glittery top hat and placing it on her head. "The Crazy Hour. Time to let loose those dance moves, Mrs. Martinez."

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"This is a thing?"

"Oh, it's a thing," I say, spinning her onto the dance floor.