The wedding was getting closer. And we both were getting nervous.

Her mother had decided to come, at the last minute. Amanda was a mess. I probably didn't help much.

"I'm sure we'll get along, honey. And if we don't, it won't matter. I'll still love you. But, if she starts trying to change your mind, or belittles either one of us, I have no problem asking her to leave, politely or forcibly, it really won't matter much to me."

I think it surprised her.

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," she said wanly, trying to smile.

I kissed her fiercely. "Nothing will ever come between us. Ever. I'll...