Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

Demitri held his Little Runner close to his chest as they floated across the makeshift dance floor. Feeling her head against his chest he knew his life was complete. Snow was the missing piece to his disorganized puzzle.

She was his person.

The one that wouldn't sugar coat things. She would tell him when he was underestimating himself. She would sit and listen to him rehears his lines repeating them over and over again.

She was the one that made him love waking up every morning.

Demitri wanted to sing their first dance song to Snow himself but he didn't trust his voice to not break. Every lyric was a word written from his heart and he couldn't thank Ed Sheeran enough.

Cupping both sides of his wife's face Demitri looked at the angel in front of him. Who would have thought that a dented mustang door would bring him his wife. A woman filled with laughter and love. A woman that carried around hot sauce in her purse and left apology notes with a sad face.

"MG?"

"Yes?"

"Sing to me."

"I have faith in what I see

Now I know I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect

I don't deserve this

You look perfect tonight."

The // End