Javier never saw himself as the type to get married. He just never felt that he was cut out for it. Plus, he preferred the single life, where he was free to all of the people he wanted. But when he met you? The idea of being with anyone else immediately seemed foolish. Why would he want anyone else when he had you?

Now it was your wedding night, and he was keen on treating you right. The gang had a little celebration for the two of you before he ushered you off to Saint Denis, determined to put you in the most lavish hotel room he could afford. He examined the ring that adorned your finger as he laid you down onto the mattress, kissed your knuckles lovingly with a giddy grin on his face.

"I just can't get over how good you look with this ring, mi vida."