I have been saying Fishette was real since day one and nobody believed me. I need everyone who doubted me to apologize immediately.
“Valid.” I chuckle.
“This one …”
The way he looks at her in every single video makes so much sense now. That man has been down bad from the start.
“So true, I was a goner from the start,” I say, snuggling into her.
Married??? Not dating. Not engaged. Married. Did they skip every step? I’ve never been more obsessed with two people that I don’t know.
“We are pretty obsessable.” I chuckle.
“That’s not a word,” she tells me.
“It is now.” I kiss her shoulder. “Keep going.”
She scrolls.
I just went back and watched every Fishette video, and I’m crying because you can literally see the moment he falls in love with her. It’s the goal bet video. Watch his face when she beats him. That’s the moment.
“They’re not wrong,” I murmur against her neck.
Big Fish is officially off the market. Today we mourn.
Rest in peace, bunnies.
She got the whole fish. The ring and the man.
“What about this one?” She turns her phone toward me.
I don’t care about hockey. I have never watched hockey. My friend sent me this video, and now I have cried four times and ordered a Mavericks jersey. What is happening to me?
“We’re converting people.” I laugh.
The way she said ‘meet my husband’ with that smile. That’s the smile of a woman who knows she won. And she did. She won the whole damn game.
“I sure did. You’re mine.” She smiles as she leans over and kisses me.
“Damn right you are.”
She traces my jaw with her finger. “We did it.”
“We did it.”
“The world knows.”
“That they do.” I smile
“And they’re happy for us.”
“They’re losing their minds for us. There’s a difference.” I tuck her hair behind her ear. “How do you feel?”
“Free,” she whispers. “I feel free.”
I kiss her again, slow and soft. My wife, in our bed, no more hiding.
“Babe?”