Please, Remember The Bench (BY: Book 3)

If Love Had A Face

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Five months later

Lena's POV

Today is the big day. Today is the day I get my wife back...

I can't wait. I absolutely can't wait to be called her wife again. I can't wait to have this connection with her again. I know that it's just a ceremony, and that it doesn't embody all our love, but for me marriage had always been special. I always wanted to be married, and when I did, I couldn't have dream for a better bride than Stefanie Marie Foster.

And I loved every second of my marriage with her, each single one of them I will cherish, even the hard times because every little second of our life together, lead us to where we are standing here, in front of both our mothers.

"Stef and Lena... once again you guys made us buy a new dress for a new wedding!" Sharon exclaims, making everyone laugh, for that is very true.

In the meantime, Stef was so beautiful today that I could barely take it. She's in a white jumpsuit that hug her body in all the right places, and with her tattoos.... She was just sexy as fuck!

"Some might think you guys are doing this to have more and more wedding gift." She adds, getting some more laughter out of us.

"Ma!" Stef warns, for that was definitely not in the script. But it's our Sharon and we love her just the way she is.

"Alright, alright... My loves, you have no idea how happy I feel seeing you two tight the knot once again... I've learned what true love really looked like the first time I saw my daughter looking at you Lena..." Sharon says, already getting me emotional, as every person that Stef and I love are here. Each single one of them, and in my heart, I know, I am sure... my dad and Frank are here... I have no doubt about that as I hold both Stef's hand into mine, looking deeply into her sensitive eyes that I love to death.

"You have made her and still does make her so happy... you healed parts of her that I... that I never even knew was crushed and... I will forever be grateful for that, and for you... I love you like my own daughter and that though we are not related by such thing as genes. You two had taught me the most important lesson of my life... DNA is not what makes families, it has and forever will be love that does..." Sharon says, getting emotional herself which happens quite rarely, and by now the tears had fallen from my eyes, one that my sweet Stef comes to wipe away from my cheeks tenderly.

Sharon then leans in to kiss my cheek, followed by Stef's who wink at her mother. Those two loves each other so much but are so pudic with one another. It's not that often that they tell each other how they really feel, but when it happens, I know their heart are just filled with love and warmth.

Now, it was my mother's turn and I know this time was harder than the others for her. Because today she will talk about love, knowing how painful it is to lose the one that shared your life for decades, for more than half a century.... Losing that must be... I don't even want to imagine if I'm honest.

"My children... What Sharon had just said is very true. A love like yours is not a love that must be taken for granted. I had a love like yours with your father baby and let me tell you... it wasn't always easy, but the more time had passed and the more I loved him..." My mom says with her sad eyes, but with such a smile... it wasn't fake one though, it was bright and shiny smile because I know she misses my father, but I also know that she's happy to still be here with us all as Stef, at this, squeezed my hands ever harder for she knew how sadden I am that my father can't physically be here today, in our yard, where we had celebrated almost each of our weddings.

"Lena, I know that you love Stef even more now than you did back then when you two first met... and Stef... well you had always been crazy of my daughter anyway." My mom manages to joke as everyone laugh, for that's probably true if I'm honest. Indeed, it wasn't the case when she woke up from her coma, but that's just another context all together. For the most part, Stef had always adored me, and I know how lucky I am for that.