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“Is that okay?” he asked, putting me down.
“Yes, its fine. I—I haven’t even told my mother yet,” I said.
“We can go to Portland and take her out to dinner and tell her if you like,” he suggested.
“I should have you plan the wedding. You seem more organized than I thought a man could be,” I replied with a chuckle.
Claudia interjected, “Uh—men can’t be in charge of the wedding plans.” Nick looked at her perturbed.
“Are you okay?” He pulled me close.
“Yes.” I said lacing my fingers behind his head.
“I’m not rushing this, am I?” he asked.
“No, its fine,” I said.
“You would tell me if it wasn’t okay, right?”
“Yes,” I sighed. God, I loved him. “Yes, it’s fine.” I kissed him.
“Okay, I’ll stay out of your hair.” He said kissed me, and then left with Mason in tow.
When everyone was gone and Claudia and I were alone, she took my hand and pulled me over to the couch.
“Is everything all right?” she asked.
“Yes.” I let out a sigh. “Is it possible, to have someone love me this much?”
“Yes.” She sighed with a smile. “I envy you both, you know. Nick has always been so respectful of other people’s feelings.
He always thinks of everyone else over himself.”
“I figured that out, our second day together.”
“He is an incredible man. People adore him,” she added. “I have always looked up to him.”
“I can see why,” I said, smiling.
“So tell me. What are you envisioning for your big day?” she asked, taking my hand in hers.
“Honestly, I never thought about it.” I said with a shrug.
Claudia didn’t like my answer to much so instead we sat for hours, looking through magazines she brought over. We looked at bride dresses and bridesmaids gowns. I started to get excited more than I had thought I would be. Cassie arrived just after lunch, and she cried hugging me, congratulating me over and over. I asked her to be my maid of honour, and the crying began again. It was great to have my mind on the wedding rather than on the recent miscarriage.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Five months later…
It was the day of the wedding and we were at the church. Cassie and my mother came in to find me sitting on the floor, out of my dress, in a panic.
“What’s wrong?” my mother asked. “I don’t kno w,” I replied. “There is something in the pit of my stomach that I can’t explain.”
Cassie knelt next to me, holding my hand, “Is it Nick?”
“No!” I responded immediately. She looked up at my mother.
“Is it too fast?” I asked, looking at her, then up at my mother.
