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how much this meant to me. We were married; finally, we were Mr. and Mrs. Mackenzie. It was what I had longed for since the first night that I joked to Jo about marrying her -right now if I thought she would say yes-, and now, on New Year’s Eve, we had done it.
    I refused to take my lips away from my wife’s for the duration of the clapping and cheering, I had been addicted to Jo since the day I met her and today I felt no less love for her than I did then, but I did feel for her more love than I thought was humanly possible.
    We were caught up in a whirlwind from the second that we became husband and wife. We had signed the register and had at least a million photos taken and I was confident that I was about to experience lock jaw. We had then greeted every single guest on our way out of the church, Jo’s smile hadn’t faltered once since she had stood at the church doors before our wedding, if there was ever one thing that made me happy, it was the fact that Jo was happy, it was my lifetime ambition to keep her happy.
    The guests had all filled into cars and were heading back to the house for our reception while Jo and I were finishing off having a final few photos taken before our wedding car would take us back too. We thanked the vicar for marrying us at such short notice and promised him again that we would be here for Sunday service as soon as we got back to the UK in the spring/summer, we would also be arranging our babies’ christenings here too. After helping Jo into the car, I walked around to the other side and climbed in next to her; she was still smiling happily.
    “Hello husband,” she said as I closed the door.
    “Mrs. Mackenzie,” I smirked, “how lovely to see you.”
    Jo gave me a curt nod, “You are so getting laid tonight by the way.” I saw her smile widen and her cheeks flush as she turned her attention to the outside world.
    I shuffled closer to her and whispered in her ear, “So are you, by the way.”
    She gasped as I took her earlobe between my teeth and tugged gently. “We finally get the house to ourselves tonight, no mothers walking in on us, no family and friends on the other side of the walls, no toddler tantrums at bedtime,  no crying puppy who wants to go pee in the middle of the night, just us; me and my wife.” Jo turned her head quickly and looked at me with a serious expression on her face.
    “Blake,” she said sternly, “if you think for one second that I can wait until after the fireworks at midnight, all of the drunk guests to disperse and the staff to finish clearing up then you are very much mistaken,” she leaned into me and whispered quietly, “I have been waiting since dinnertime when you almost…. You know?” She moved away and looked back out of the window. “So, just a heads up; you need to sort something out, soon, somewhere that we won’t be interrupted, where we can actually do….. The thing…. Okay?”
    “My wife is bossy,” I teased. “I like it.”
    “Why isn’t the car moving yet?” Jo asked suddenly. “We have been sat here now for at least ten minutes, our guests are going to be wondering where we are.”
    “Again,” I replied dryly.
    Just as Jo cut her eyes at me the driver replied, “I’m afraid we have a slight problem again Mr. and Mrs. Mackenzie.”
    “Well you can sort it out again can’t you? Just as you did on the way down here,” Jo stated.
    “Erm, I’m not confident that we can this time. There seems to be a problem with the choke.”
    “The what?” Jo asked confused.
    The driver laughed once before noticing the angry snarl that Jo was giving him. He cleared his throat before continuing, “I’m afraid the choke is well and truly stuck, I was surprised that we managed to get it working when we broke down on the way here but because we did, I assumed that it would see us back up to the reception at least,” he said carefully.
    “So you basically knew that this could happen while we were in the church and yet you