"Are you ready to go darling?"

I jumped a bit as I hadn't noticed Horace standing in the door way of my bedroom.

"I don't know? Do I look okay?"

I flattenned my dress down again and looked myself up and down in the full length mirror.

"You look gorgeous as always."

He flashed a smile, walking over to me and hugging me from behind.

I turned around and fully hugged him. Kissing his cheek, and taking in his appearance as I backed away from him, still holding onto his hands.

He looked at me, raising an eyebrow as if to ask me how he looked. I bit my lip and giggled.

"You look amazing." I smiled.

"Thank you darling." He chuckled and pecked my lips.

Charley barked a few times from the floor and I looked at him, laughing at his perfectly timed call for me.

"You do to buddy! So handsome! Yes! My handsome boy you are!" I cooed, and ruffeled his wrinkles.

I giggled as he licked my nose.

I heard Horace gasp from behind me and I glanced at him to see a pained expression on his face, his hand over his heart.

"Stop being so dramatic!" I scolded, standing up and walking over to him, straighting his how tie. "Your my handsome boy friend. He is my handsome boy. There is a difference."

We stood there for a moment. "Okay. That came out wrong."

"It did, but I understand what you meant."

"Shall we?" He asked, holding out his arm for me.

"We shall." I smiled, looping my arm in his.

We both walked out of the room, my head on his shoulder. Charley in tow of us both.