But Who Would You Live For?

Holding Onto You

Jenna:

Mrs. Joseph.

Jenna Joseph.

Mrs. Jenna Joseph.

Mr. and Mrs. Joseph.

Tyler and Jenna Joseph.

The Josephs.

"Jenna." Tyler, my husband, interrupted my train of thought. The same thoughts I'd been carrying since I said 'I do'. He said 'I do'. We said 'I do'. I felt giddy replaying the moment in my mind. Not that I could remember all of the visuals with tears blurring my sight through most of the ceremony. I do remember walking down the aisle. Tyler taking my hands. Tyler's beautifully spoken vows. Tyler crying (which only proved to make me cry even more). Tyler kissing me and kissing me and kissing me and kissing me until I had to push him away with the fear that he'd never stop. God knows I didn't want him to ever stop. But  we were in a room full of people (my parents included) who probably wouldn't appreciate a two hour make out session. Even if it was our wedding day. "Jenna." His voice came through again. This time on the brink of worry.

"Yeah?" I looked up into his curious brown eyes.

You know, until I met Tyler, I had no idea how beautiful brown eyes were. I was one of those people who were entranced by the brighter colors. Having been born with blue eyes myself, I tended to swing towards that preference. Dark brown eyes were just dark brown eyes. Common and plain. Nothing was wrong with them but they weren't really worth the second look. Until I looked into Tyler's eyes. And I realized how much beauty was hidden in that darkness. The most stunning of hazels. Tiny flecks of gold around the pupils. Soft, chocolate brown eyes. How could I have ever been attracted to anything else? Why would anyone ever want anything besides beautiful, brown eyes?

"Jenna." Tyler's hands were cupping my shoulders now. "Baby, are you okay?"

I blinked. Snapping myself from the daze of his gaze. He looked so worried. I couldn't control the slow smile the crept onto my face. I probably looked like some kind of maniac. If Tyler's widening eyes were anything to go by, I certainly did. 

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure." His fingers massaged into my skin. "You keep zoning out."

"I'm Sure." I laughed Relaxing under his touch. "I just really love you."

Tyler's face went from confused to blissful in the span of a second. "I really love you to, Jenna."

"That's Mrs. Joseph to you." I teased. My own heart fluttered at the sound of it. "Mrs. Joseph." I said again just to see if it would have the same effect. It did.

"That's right." Tyler brought me closer for a quick kiss before dropping his hands. "We're married."

"We're really married!" I squealed. Running past him to flop onto the giant bed in the center of out honeymoon suite. I spread myself out like a starfish. Attempting to take over the entire king sized mattress. "I'm your wife!"

"You are." He confirmed. An amused smirk playing around the corners of his mouth. "Congrats."

"I'm so happy!" I was almost yelling now. The excitement, the adrenaline I'd been keeping in all day was finally allowed to come out.

"Not even half as happy as me." His face became inscrutable as he neared the bed. Instead of jumping on beside me, he stood over the edge. Watching me with those eyes. "God, Jenna, I really have you."

My heart made a beeline for my stomach. "You've always had me, Ty."

"But now." He lowered to the bed slowly. Sitting on the edge near my foot. "I get to have my wife. And kiss my wife. And hold my wife."