She took his hand, laced her fingers through his, and led him home—not as a loser of a bet, but as the husband she’d decided to win a long time ago. And Leo, the boy bride, finally stopped fidgeting and started smiling.
At midnight, as they walked home past the very bridge he’d built, Leo stopped. He looked down at the dress, then at her. Hailey Makes The Boy Bride
“You know,” he said, “most men give their wife a ring.” She took his hand, laced her fingers through
Hailey shrugged. “Most men don’t make such pretty brides.” She took his hand