It was very satisfactory, Toby decided. He liked his dad looking like that. Soppy but good.
Then the tune ended and another started. Softer. Lovely.
‘It’s Bach’s ‘‘Sheep May Softly Graze’’,’ Myra whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. ‘Because they’ve come home to each other.’
Home. Here. Everyone was gazing at the shallows where once a township had sheltered to be safe and now a man and a woman were meeting each other, taking fingers in hands and turning together to make these, the most sacred of vows.
Toby even forgot his football.
With this ring, I thee wed.
With my body I thee worship.
From this day forth.
I now pronounce you…man and wife.
‘I love you,’ Hugo whispered, and Rachel looked into the eyes of her second and most precious love and she whispered them back.
‘I love you,’ she whispered. ‘Hugo McInnes, I love you for ever.’
Ace, thought Toby. It had gone off exactly as it should. Great vows! No one could wiggle out of this one.
Not that he thought they’d want to. Rachel and his dad were looking at each other with the goofiest grins. Matching grins. Any minute now… Yep, here it was. Yuck! The kiss.
If it had to be done, then it had to be done, he supposed. But he wished they’d get on with it.
There was football to be played. Wedding cake to be eaten.
Life to be lived.
Right now.
Marion Lennox
