This was it. You were finally married. Well, sort of. You and had been unofficially married since around the end of the gang, but he had never actually put a ring on your finger. Now that you two had the ranch secured, it finally felt like the right time to make everything official.

John grinned big and bright, almost giddy, as he carried you bridal style into the hotel room you two had rented for the night. He gently tossed you onto the big bed, watching as you landed into a pool of white fabric, almost framing your body whilst you laid there. Absolutely gorgeous, as usual.