Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}

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"I know we didn't give you much time to get ready, but we're so happy you could make it tonight." Michael said to everyone who had showed up. "The doctors have cleared my wife and I for one night and half a day out of the hospital before having to come back, so we will not be answering our cells or having any contact with you so don't worry. We love you all." Michael said blowing a kiss out of the car, who was heading to the hotel a few blocks over, for their honeymoon, which Story wanted to be as real as anyone elses. Story smiled at Michael, who was her husband. Husband, it had a lovely ring to it. The window rolled up and then they were off. "I love you, Mrs. Clifford." His voice said, breaking her out of her roaming thoughts. "I love you, Mr. Clifford." She smiled at him, tears in her eyes. He gently grabbed her face in his hands, "What's wrong, Love?" She smiled at him, "I just don't want to be a disappointment to you, Mikey. I have barely a month left to live and here I am, selfish enough to marry you and be able to spend one night with you." Michael smiled as he looked at her, "Babe, I wouldn't care if all you had left was a week, any amount of time you have with me, will be worth it, I will make this night special to you, to me. I'll remember this night for the rest of my life, relive it enough for the both of us. God, Story, I promise you that I will love you for as long as I live, I don't care how much time we have. Every single minute we have left, I will spend it loving you."

And he kissed her.