AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"Thank you, baby, but look at you! That wine-colored dress compliments both your hair and your beautiful eyes. You're gorgeous! They say that no one should show up the bride, but you do, and I couldn't be happier." Mom brings me in for a hug.
A throat clears, and we break apart to see the wedding planner looking sternly at the two of us. "Mr. Huntley will not be happy if you soil the dress before the ceremony."
My mother and I look at one another, and before I can give this woman a piece of my mind, my mother speaks up, surprising the shit out of me. "If I want to hug my daughter, Iwill hug her! This ismy wedding andmy dress, and I will deal withmy husband if necessary."
Go, Mom!
The woman huffs, turns, and walks back out of the room, causing me to stare at my mother. "What the hell is up her ass?"
"Oh, who knows. Many women are short when talking to me, but I just let it go. They’re jealous, is all."
"Well, Bain is definitely a catch." I chuckle. "You're taking one of the sexiest bachelors off the market, Mom."
Mom scoffs, "Ryan! You shouldn't say that!"
"Well, it's true." I shrug. "I have the son, so I would know best." I wink at her.
"What am I going to do with you?" Mom laughs and cups my face. "I'm so glad we are both happy. I think your father would be happy for us."
Her eyes brim with tears, and I quickly grab a tissue. "NO! Don't you dare cry, Mother!"
Taking the tissue, she dabs her eyes. "I want you to know that I miss him every damn day, Ryan. Even though I'm marrying Bain, and I love him, he will never take the place of your father, my first true love."
"Well, damn, I'm glad we have the makeup artist on standby," I groan and grab a tissue for myself.
We are both chuckling as we dab at our eyes when a knock sounds at the door, and the shrewd wedding planner pokes her head in. She takes one look at us and rolls her eyes. "You have five minutes, ladies. I'll send in the artist to fix you up quickly."
"You still look perfect, Mom. That woman can eat a fat di—"
"Ryan!" she chastises while trying to hide her smile.
"What? It's the truth! Someone needs to get the stick out of her ass."
"I know but try to keep your comments to yourself." Mom chuckles as the door opens and the artist walks in.
She looks at both my mother and I, then rolls her eyes. "You both look perfect. What is that woman talking about?"
"See!" I exclaim. "I'm not the only one…"
My mother ignores me and addresses the makeup artist. "Just powder our noses and call it good."
The music begins to play, and I start my trek down the aisle before my mother. I keep my eyes on the sexiest guy in the room, too nervous to look elsewhere. I hate being the center of attention. Beau's green eyes remain on me as he watches me approach the front. I can see his love for me in their depths, and the feeling is returned tenfold. I don't know how I fell so fast for this guy, but I no longer see the person who bullied me.
The memories we have made together since Beau made it his mission to help me have taken hold, and now the old memories are slowly fading away. I can't help the smile, or the loving look I'm giving Beau as I move forward. I'm a girl in love. However, when I reach the front and my eyes finally leave Beau's, they land on Bain momentarily. All the burning desire Beau instilled in me on my march toward the front has now been doused by one little icy glare from my soon-to-be stepfather.
I avert my eyes to where my designated place is beside where my mother will stand. Not daring to look at Beau again, I keep my eyes on the entrance to wait for my mother to appear. Once the Wedding March starts, the guests stand and turn toward the back.
My mother is like an angel who just suddenly appears and floats down the aisle. I chance a peek at Bain, and his smile calms my rapidly beating heart. I can see the love he has for my mother. I just wish he would allow Beau and I to enjoy ours. I have a feeling that we will have a fight on our hands to do so.
I step forward and take my mother's bouquet for her, so she can take Bain's hands. I only recognize a few faces as I look out into the crowd of guests. My mother was an only child; her parents were well into their late forties before having her. She's got a few cousins here and then some co-workers, but other than that, the rest must be Bain's guests.
For the most part, I tune out all the words being said. I don't dare chance looking at Beau when Bain is facing my direction, so I just find a spot on my mother's gorgeous gown and keep my gaze fixed on it. I let myself go back to when Beau took me away a couple of weeks ago. Bain was so pissed when we got back that Beau came and stayed on our couch for a few days, so they could both cool off.
Unfortunately, my mother's house, my mother's rules, and until I'm out of high school, no boys are allowed to sleep over in my room. It's a ridiculous rule, especially since she knows Beau and I have sex all the time, but I respect that, and so does Beau.
I thought Beau and his father were better, meaning Bain accepted us more. I guess I was wrong if his glare was any indication. I'm not sure what we will do now, but I won't allow myself to lose the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Suddenly, I hear the minister announce them husband and wife, and I'm snapped back to the present. I hand my mother back her bouquet and clap my hands. She gives me a strange smile before Bain whisks her back up the aisle. An arm is offered to me, and I can't help but relax as I look into Beau's smiling face.
