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Maggie and her family had gone through a lot this year, admittedly most if it was her own fault and doing, but she felt content in where they had ended up. A year ago, they were planning a wedding that would never happen, but even with the tumultuous few months that followed, she and Adrian had managed to move past mistakes that had been made and come to the realization that all they really wanted, or needed, was each other. Maggie couldn't deny that some nights, when her thoughts kept her up late into the morning, that she feared she may not live up to the expectations of her husband or children. She worried constantly about making another grave mistake, but right now as she dreamily gazed over how beautiful their garden reception was, with the soft glowing light of the sky illuminating every centerpiece, table, and guest, Maggie found it in herself to believe that yes, they really were meant to be happy.

Her eyes shut at Adrian's initial touch, her hand grasping his under the table the moment his lips touched her neck. With how rocky and strange of a foundation they had formed their relationship over, it was truly a miracle that they were here today. It had taken a lot of persuasion on Adrian's part to make the event as big as it was, but Maggie was grateful of it now. A wedding on a beach in Portugal was private and intimate, just for them, but a lavish event like this to proclaim your love how and terribly thrilled you were to be married to this person? Maggie found herself speechless for most of the night, unable to convey how it truly made her feel to know that someone, that Adrian loved her this much.

"Yes," she murmured, turning to press her forehead against his. The evening had been so splendid so far that they could sit like this for the rest of the night and she would be fine with that. Maggie let out a shuddering breath. "Thank you for this."