Beachcombing

Chapter 15 Mrs. Brown

Mercy: I can't believe we did this.

Bam: I can.

Mercy: What were we thinking?

Bam: That I didn't want to lose you.

Mercy: You were never going to lose me.

Bam: You would have returned home, gone back to your studies and fallen in love with a suit.

Mercy: A suit?

Bam: You know the kind of guy who punches a clock from 9 to 5, takes his coffee black and forgets why he got married in the first place.

Mercy: Well, what kind of guy did I marry?

Bam: The right one.

Mercy: No, really?

Bam: You married the kind of guy that knows you are his true north.

Mercy: So, you're faithful.

Bam: You married the type of guy who will dance with you in the moonlight.

Mercy: Romantic, too.

Bam: You married the type of guy who will be your shelter in our darkest storms.

Mercy: All that and a protector. I got the whole package.

Bam: (growling) Oh, you got the package alright.

(Raucous laughter ensues.)

Mercy: You're absolutely incorrigible.

Bam: And you love me anyway.

Mercy: (turning serious in tone) Yes, Joshua, with all that I am and all that I will ever be.

Bam: The feeling is mutual, Mercy.

Mercy: How do we break the news to your family?

Bam: I haven't thought that far ahead.

Mercy: That far ahead is tomorrow.

Bam: We still have tonight.

Mercy: That we do.

Bam: I guess this is our official honeymoon.

Mercy: Were you planning anything special?

Bam: I think we started the honeymoon two days ago.

Mercy: What? No dinner, no dancing, no romancing?

Bam: Room service?

Mercy: Yes, please.

Bam: There's a radio in the room for music. That takes care of the dancing.

Mercy: And the romancing?

Bam: I got that.

Mercy: I hope you do.