But it seems perfect to me now.

One thing they have taught me lately is that it’s never too late, and you’re never too old,” she paused and winked at her moms, “to take the time to find yourself. To dig deep, to change, to find your own happiness within you before being able to truly share your whole self and make someone else happy.”

Angie focused her attention on her weepy mothers.

“And I say this because I’ve seen such a difference in both of you, a different dynamic in your togetherness. There’s an easiness that is there now, like you have finally settled into the home of each other instead of in things. And with that you have given me a new comfort level of my own.

So thank you, my mamas B and T for this,” Angie lifted the rings of her necklace, “a keepsake of your undying love for each other. Thank you for being such cool…”

“Iconic!” Bella interrupted.

Angie sighed, rolled her eyes, and chuckled along with the other guests.

“Yes…iconic, moms. I am beyond happy you found your way back to each other. So, now, here is my gift to you.”

Shane and Alice nudged the couple further out to the dance floor. Bette’s and Tina’s hands were fiercely intertwined, one squeezing harder than the other, too enthralled with Angie about to sing to start dancing.

As the band played the initial notes of At Last, Angie quipped, “Stop staring at me and dance please.”

Tina turned towards Bette, resting her forehead against the brunette. Bette brought her arm around to the back of Tina’s neck and rested her chin in the silky blonde hair, the intoxicating scent of Tina’s shampoo making Bette feel as if her feet were not actually touching the ground.

“She definitely didn’t get that voice from me.”

Bette smirked in response and brushed Tina’s lips lightly. “No but she got that radiant smile from you.”

Tina pressed her lips to Bette’s. “I am beyond happy too ya know.”

“I know, T. Me too.”

Couples started to fill the dance floor around them but the just married couple were completely immersed in each other, lost in each other’s embrace, eyes closed. They swayed slowly, Tina resting her head in Bette’s neck, playing with chestnut curls while Bette caressed Tina’s arms. They listened to their daughter’s voice fill the room: