Christian’s chest to examine his face. His eyes are closed and his arms are
wrapped around me, clinging tight. I kiss his chest through the thin fabric of
his linen shirt.
“Tell me, Christian, what’s wrong?” I ask softly and wait anxiously to see if
even now, sated by sex, he’ll tell me. I feel his arms tighten around me further,
but it’s his only response. He’s not going to talk. Inspiration hits me.
“I give you my solemn vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health,
to stand by your side in good times and in bad, to share your joy as well as
your sorrow,” I murmur.
He freezes. His only movement is to open wide his fathomless eyes and
gaze at me as I continue my wedding vows.
“I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals and
dreams, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, to
share my hopes and dreams with you, and bring you solace in times of
need.” I pause, willing him to talk to me. He watches me, his lips parted, but
says nothing.
“And to cherish you for as long as we both shall live.” I sigh.
“Oh, Ana,” he whispers and moves again, breaking our precious contact so
that we’re lying side by side. He strokes my face with the back of his
knuckles.
“I solemnly vow that I will safeguard and hold dear and deep in my heart our
union and you,” he whispers, his voice hoarse . “I promise to love you
faithfully, forsaking all others, through the good times and the bad, in
sickness or in health, regardless of where life takes us. I will protect you, trust
you, and respect you. I will share your joys and sorrows and comfort you in
times of need. I promise to cherish you and uphold your hopes and dreams
and keep you safe at my side. All that is mine is now yours. I give you my
hand, my heart, and my love from this moment on for as long as we both shall
live.”
Tears spring to my eyes. His face softens as he gazes at me.
“Don’t cry,” he murmurs, his thumb catching and dispatching a stray tear.
“Why won’t you talk to me?
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