Bo flipped her hand, taking my fingers in hers as she repeated her vows with a smile just as big, ending with a teary eyed ”I do.” Kierstyn passed her the matching ring, which she slid onto my finger while mouthing the words, ”I love you.”

There was only one thing left to do and I couldn’t wait. I just hoped we could keep it PG. With the words, ”You may kiss your bride,” I was surprised when neither of us jumped. Instead, we both smiled, savoring the moment as we closed the gap slowly. My arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close and her hand cupped my cheek. Our gaze never faltered until just before our lips met and my eyes fell shut. Our breaths mingled. Bo never tasted sweeter than she did right then. The kiss was everything that spoke of forever love. Slow and soft, deep and sensual. I could have kissed her for days had the hoots and hollers not caused Bo to pull away. Her cheeks flushed bright red as she dropped her head in the most bashful moment I’d ever witnessed in the typically bold woman.

I’d actually forgotten that we weren’t alone and as private as I usually was, today, I was more than happy to share my love for Ysabeau Dennis with the world. Bo snuggled her face into my shoulder with a small laugh that just made me smile. I wrapped her into my arms and held her tight as our families applauded. ”Its official, Bo. Your all mine,” I whispered into her ear.

She looked up at me with an adoring smile. ”I’ve always been yours, Lauren, and I am so happy your mine.” One more soft kiss and we turned to face everyone. Hand and hand as wife and wife, we made our way down the aisle where we would take the wedding photos and then head to the Bellagio for the reception.

In typical Bo and Lauren fashion, we had our own plan. We did the wedding party photos with the red mountains in the background. Bo and I did one there as well, but the rest of our photos were taken with the One Hundred and a hand written ”Just Married” sign on the back. One with me and Bo kissing against the door. Another in an embrace by the hood. The last couple were in the car itself; hand in hand, kissing and finally, me driving us away with our joined hands in the air.