“We were finalizing the details — your favorite colors, flowers, everything. He wanted it all to be perfect. We overheard you talking to someone on the phone outside the ward, and we didn’t want to give away the surprise… so he told me to hide under the bed.
I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding.”
“I found our old wedding photo the other day,” Ethan continued, his eyes glistening. “Remember? City hall, you in that simple white dress, me in my dad’s old suit?
You deserved so much more than that rushed ceremony.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The anger I’d felt moments ago melted into something softer, something that made my chest ache.
“You… you were planning a wedding?” I whispered. “All this time?”
Ethan nodded, reaching for my hand.
“I know it sounds crazy, but… I just wanted to surprise you. To make you happy. To give you the wedding day you always dreamed about before…”
“Before what?” I pressed, squeezing his hand.
“Before anything else can go wrong,” he whispered.
“I love you, Sam. More than anything. I want to marry you again, properly this time, surrounded by our kids, family, and friends.”
For a moment, I just stood there, staring at him.
Then, slowly, I started to laugh, tears streaming down my face.
“You are insane!” I said, shaking my head. “Do you have any idea how close I was to calling 911? I thought… God, I thought the worst.”
Ethan gave me a sheepish smile.
“Yeah… sorry about that. Not my brightest moment, having Jessica hide under the bed.”
The wedding planner — Jessica — muttered another apology before slipping out of the room, leaving the two of us alone.
As the door clicked shut, Ethan reached for my hand. “So… what do you think?
Still mad at me?”
I squeezed his hand, my heart full. “Mad? No.
But you owe me a real explanation… and maybe a drink when we get out of here!” I laughed, then added softly, “And Ethan? I don’t care if we have to have our first dance in wheelchairs when we’re 90. As long as it’s with you.”
He pulled me close, and I could feel his tears dampening my shoulder.
“I love you,” he whispered. “Even after ten years, I fall more in love with you every day.”
“I love you too,” I murmured back. “But next time you plan a surprise?
Maybe don’t hide the planner under the bed!”
His laughter, warm and genuine this time, filled the hospital room, and everything felt right again.
Source: amomama
