"Hector"

Samantha and I were lying across from each other, simply looking at each other and smiling. I didn't need anything else in life; simply being with her was enough. After a chaotic afternoon and evening, we resolved our problems, reconnected, made love slowly and passionately, and declared ourselves to each other, leaving no room for uncertainty.

"As much as I don't want to, we have to get out of bed, we need to get ready for the wedding," I said, remembering that she would need time for makeup, hair, and all those things that make women take forever to get ready, always late.

"We don't," she said calmly and serenely. My heart raced.

"No, no, no, Samantha. You didn't cancel this wedding." I put my hands over my face in frustration. "I'm capable of dragging you to a priest, to the first church I find, and making you my wife." I sat on the bed, preparing for a battle I wasn't going to lose, but she was laughing.

"My dear, I didn't cancel, I just postponed it until tomorrow, and H