Whispers of eternity

The weeks leading up to the wedding felt like the sweetest dream I’d ever lived. Every morning began the same beautiful way. Colossus would wake before me, slip quietly out of bed to make coffee, then return with two mugs and that soft, adoring smile that still made my heart skip. He’d slide back under the covers, pull me against his chest, and hold me like the world outside could wait forever. Today was no different. “Morning, my beautiful bride-to-be,” he murmured, pressing a slow kiss to my temple. His big hand stroked down my back in soothing strokes. “You were smiling in your sleep again. Dreaming about the shop?” I nuzzled closer, breathing in the familiar scent of him — leather, cedar, and home. “Dreaming about you. About us standing in front of everyone promising forever. About