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“Good.”
Beeping sounded from the computer in the living room. “Daws is here. I’ll see you in about two hours, darlin’. Stay safe while we’re apart. Love you.”
“I love you, too, Ford.”
The call ended, and she listened for the door to open and close. Peering out the bedroom window to the side, she watched as Dawson drove him away down the driveway. Now it was time to get her day rolling.
Stepping into the bathroom to get the shower warming, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her face had filled out just like her belly, and now her ankles were starting to swell too. She wasn’t quite six months pregnant, and she’d gained around eight pounds, which her doctor told her was normal, but it felt like so much more. She waited until the last minute to buy her wedding dress because she didn’t know how much she’d gain by their wedding day.
Gathering her new undergarments, pantyhose, and garter, she stepped back into the bathroom. Letting the water spray over her, she closed her eyes enjoying the solitude, warm water, and the loving the anticipation of what’s to come. Her phone rang and broke the moment, but she let it go to voicemail and finished her shower.
As she stepped out of the shower, her phone rang again; someone was insistent. Wrapping a big, green, fluffy towel around her body, she stepped into the bedroom to see who was so persistent in calling her. Looking at the readout on her phone, she saw Delaney had called three times. Now what?
Swiping the screen and tapping her sister’s number, she sat on the edge of the bed while she waited for her sister to pick up.
“It’s about time. I’ve left several messages.”
“I know; I was in the shower. What’s up?”
“Cord probably isn’t going to make it to the wedding. They had an issue on the oil rig, and he was held back. I’m really sorry, Meg.”
“Oh, crap. I haven’t seen him in more than eight months; I was so hoping he’d be here. Who’s going to give me away now?”
“I’ll give you away, happily.”
“You don’t have to sound so damned happy about it.”
“I’m not really happy about it, Megan. The three of us haven’t been in the same town since Grandma died. And you’re the first one to have a baby, so I’m really excited to see you fat.”
“Gawd, Delaney, what the hell is wrong with you?”
Her sister scoffed. “Well, if you want me to give you away, I’ll do it. Otherwise, I’ll just sit in the congregation since Ford’s family is part of the ceremony, and I’m not.”
Her stomach twisted. This is not how she wanted this morning to start. Delaney’s animosity toward her hadn’t let up at all. She’d hoped the fact that they’d had a couple of phone calls over the past couple of months things had settled, but apparently, they hadn’t.
“I’ll let you know. I’ve gotta get ready to head to the church. I’ll see you later, Dee.”
Her sister abruptly ended the call, more than likely a little bit irritated that she was getting married—for the second time—and Delaney still hadn’t found anyone to marry her. But, that was because of her choices.
Tossing her phone on the bed, she scraped her hands through her wet hair. She stood and glanced out the window at the picturesque view she had every day and tried to forget Delaney’s sour attitude and remember what today was all about. Ford.
Chimes rang on the computer, and she glanced out the window to see Emmy flying up the driveway. “Holy cats, what on earth is going on?”
Quickly pulling on her undergarments and pantyhose, she slipped into a pair of leggings and a loose-fitting top, still trying to towel her hair dry as she made her way to the door. They had a new understanding now; Emmy didn’t just barge in any more. Not after she walked in on her and Ford making love on the sofa. Good lord, that was mortifying. She got to the door about the same time as Emmy, and her future sister-in-law rushed in, dang near out of breath.
“Emmy, what’s up?”
“Oh, God, I thought I’d be late. Dillon hurt himself at soccer this morning, and I had to rush him to the hospital. He’s fine, just three stitches in his leg from a cleat, but I thought I was going to be late.” Emmy stood by the kitchen counter, her ever-present lime green water bottle in her hand. “We need to get going, girl; do you have all of your stuff pulled together?”
“I was just …”
Brushing past her, Emmy took over. “Here, I’ll get your dress; you toss everything else into a bag, and we’ll take off. I have to pick Raye Ann up at the house on the way through, then I have to run a quick errand while you’re having your hair done.”
Emmy strutted to the closet, pulled her dress from inside and held it up. “I can’t wait for Ford to see you in this.”
The strapless, light floral gown, which was shorter in the front, just showing off her ankles and cute strappy shoes, was the perfect dress for her. The sweetheart neckline would allow her grandmother’s cross necklace as her something old, her engagement ring as her something new, and Emmy loaned her a lace handkerchief which had been her mother’s, which meant so much to her and to Ford. The only thing missing was the blue.
“I hope he likes it. We both know he’s all about green now, so that’s one plus.”
