“Come on, hurry up!”
I grin at her excitement, purposely moving slower than necessary. She narrows her eyes at me, batting at my arm.
“No fair, Jazz! If we don’t get there soon, we’ll miss it!”
“Darlin’, no fussing, now. It’s fireworks. You won’t be able to miss them,” I tease.
Putting my arm around her waist, I pull her to my side as we walk to the bridge. Once she’s satisfied she’ll have a good view, she leans into me – back to chest – just as the show begins.
Kissing the top of her head, I smile. “Love you, Bells.”