3.3: Incredible

Note: Attention, dear readers! If you didn’t see my post on the forums, I really want to share with you guys a “Song Short” that I made to showcase Jonas and Mari’s relationship. I feel bad that our time jump skipped the development of their relationship, so I wanted to have a chance to showcase their love for each other. You don’t have to look at it, but if you would like some super sappy Mari and Jonas action before you read about the wedding, here you go! (Warning, tissues may be necessary. This song gives me major feels, especially when I think of it from Mari’s POV haha)

“You” (A Song Short)

And now… Is that wedding bells I hear? 😉

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I’m getting married tonight.

In less than an hour.

Holy Shit.

So I decided now was as good a time as any to start a new journal. New journal, new life, y’know? I’m sure there’s some kind of cheesy metaphor here about starting on a blank page or something. I dunno.

The point is, this will be a new start for me and my boys.

Because I’m getting married to the love of my life.

If you had told me ten years ago – hell, five years ago – that I would ever be writing those words, I would have handed you a one-way ticket to the nearest looney bin (and Dr. Durand’s got some connections there, so… It’s a legit threat).

And speaking of Dr. Durand… I haven’t seen him in a couple years… We decided I was ready to try this thing on my own. But I still email him every now and then. And I even invited him to the wedding. He told me he’d try to make it. And I really hope he can… I want him to be proud of me, you know? See how far I’ve come.

And I’d love for him to meet Jonas.

Man… Who would have guessed that royally fucking up the wifi settings would end up being one of the best things I’ve ever done? One minute I was rolling my eyes at the nerdy guy they’d sent over to help me fix it. The next, I was fighting off a flurry of butterflies in my stomach every time I looked at his smile.

It’s so damn cliché, but it really does feel like it was only yesterday. But God, it’s been more than two years already, hasn’t it? Time really does fly, I guess.

Especially when you’re having as much fun as we do.

He’s just… Perfect. I can’t think of any other way to describe him.

We can talk for hours about… nothing. But it never gets old or boring. I love listening to his voice. I love watching the way his mouth moves. I love hearing what he has to say. He’s so clever… And so damn funny. I could listen to him all day.

And he’s so smart, too. A Hell of a lot smarter than me.

He loves science, and nature, and history… All this deep shit I’d never really given much thought to. But when he talks about it, I can’t help but get excited too. He makes me think about things I’d never thought of before. He changes the way I look at the world, you know?

And when I see him with my boys… This is so stupid, but it really makes me want to cry. I still remember how terrified I was when I finally introduced them to him. But it was the best decision of my life. He loves them so much. He treats them like they’re his. And I could not be more grateful.

He’s like the exact opposite of me. So sweet and patient. So charming and funny. So handsome and sexy…

And when we make love… Oh my God.

He is the most incredible human being I’ve ever met.

And yet somehow, for some reason, he chose me.

But why?

Why would someone like him want to be stuck for the rest of their life with someone like me?

Someone who snaps at him over the stupidest little shit.

Someone who has to lie to her kids every fucking day about who their father is.

Someone who spent eight fucking years in therapy and still needs to stand in front of the mirror every morning and remind herself she isn’t a total piece of garbage.

Someone who hasn’t done shit to ever deserve –