220: Special

I'm the happiest woman alive.

I get out of bed and I'm practically skipping to the bathroom. Damien was in here earlier, I can smell his shower gel and his shampoo. His scent further elevates my mood. It's a gentle reminder of last night, which was absolutely perfect. I'm tingling all over at the memory of his lips on me, of his tongue in me.

I can't stop staring at my ring. I don't think I'll ever get over this moment. Damien and I have been going steady for the past year, and I'll admit that I thought of marrying him once. I never mentioned it, I didn't want him to think I was putting pressure on him. This is a brand new beginning for us. We'll get married in a month–how crazy is that?—and then we can start our own little family. I've been on birth control for the past year, I didn't want to risk getting pregnant again. I wasn't ready emotionally. But after the wedding, I'll take the implant out. Again, it's a fresh start for both of us. Everything is stable now, so why not try agai