"Honey, breakfast's ready!"
I sit up and wipe the crusties from my eyes. I pull back my powder blue covers and shimmy to the edge of our king-size bed. Navi is already up, whining at me from the open door. I stand up and shuffle over to him, giving his head a good scratch. As I walk to the kitchen to find my handsome husband-to-be, Navi follows at my heels.
"Good morning, beautiful," Eric says, setting his spatula on the countertop to kiss me.
"Hello to you, too," I say with a giggle, cocking an eyebrow. I look at the array of fruit, pastries, juices, and cereals. He must've been up for hours.
"In celebration of the start of school," he says, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
"Wow. Thanks, babe. You are so amazing." I press my lips to his, and nuzzle into his perfectly-sculpted shoulder.
"Hey, only 185 more days."
"I know! I can't wait," I squeal, beaming with joy.
185 days. Married. In 185 days, I won't be Ms. Miranda Beckham anymore. My new name will be Cullman. Miranda Cullman. Miranda and Eric Cullman. Eric and Miranda Cullman. Cullman. Cullman.
Still not too sure if I like that as a last name.
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Playing Pretend
RomanceMiranda is a dedicated theatre educator at Ellington High School. But drama finds its way into her life quite frequently....and not just while she's teaching. This story reveals how people are not always as they seem, and how to determine who you ca...
