We weren't exactly the slow-moving type. The old fashioned ones that waited about a year before they married, to make sure they were the one. But like I've said, some things you just know. You don't need to think.
But when he bent down on one knee, I would be lying if I said I wasn't surprised, because I was. I had know this man for barely a month, and we were already at this point? I'm not sure I've led many other lives, but the fact remains is that some people wait. And wait a long time.
However, Levi and I were both nearing the end of our prime, and we felt no need to delay anything. We both knew how we felt about each other, and as far as I was concerned, nothing could ruin it.
I knew I was making the right choice when I accepted. There was no doubts in my mind that there was anyone out there that was better than Levi.
And I'm certain he felt the same way.
There was no reason as to have a proper marriage, as neither of us had any family, except that I had Tristan. And a one brother wedding would just be lame, so we decided to exchanged our vows right there in his living room.
(what a story to tell the grandkids)
As I clasped his hands, nothing in this world felt more right. I was officially the wife of Levi--not Strong--but Vegas.
He told me that before we did anything else, we should go and tell my brother of our recent marriage. I knew he was right, and I also knew he'd be pissed that I didn't tell him that I was getting married. As far as he was concerned, I was still dating Brian. Boy, wouldn't that help the ever-growing tension of ours!
As we got into the elevator to see Tristan, Levi was thinking of what to say to Tristan when we got to his apartment.
But I had other plans in mind.