The Worst Roadtrip Ever

Epilogue

*7 years later*

Mike's POV

I grin widely at my bride beside me in front of the altar.

I can't wait to officially call her mine.

We say our vows with tears threatening to spill. But they weren't tears of sadness. No, they were tears of joy.

And who couldn't be joyous at a time like this? Wearing my tuxedo, holding the love of my life in my arms, and all our family and friends surrounding us.

Who wouldn't be happy on their wedding day?

"You may now kiss the bride." the priest finally says.

I lift my wife's veil and cover her lips with mine in an intense, passionate kiss.

She looks up at me and gives me one of her sweetest smiles. I lean closer and whisper in her ear, "So how does it feel being my wife, Arabella Gomez- Thorne?"