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It’s a look that I don’t like and I straighten.
“What is it?” I ask as worry bursts in me but she calms me down by stroking me chest and I feel my heart slow down.
“Would you mind waiting a little while?” she asks and I try not to tense up.
“Wait?”
“With the wedding? I’d be more comfortable waiting a couple of months.”
“Months?” I grit out and she hurries to say,
“Or weeks. Just a couple of weeks at least. I want to marry you, I really do but I need a little bit of time.”
I swallow. “I’m a restless man....”
“For me?” She licks her lips. “Please.”
I’m under her spell, can’t deny her anything, not even things I want to deny her. She could regain her memory the longer we wait. The longer we wait the riskier it is. I should come clean, I should tell her the truth right now...my conflicting emotions rage in me. I don’t want to lose this. Don’t want to lose her. What I am is scared...terrified that she’ll hate me for my desperation, for my weakness, for my many, many faults.
“Then we’ll wait, beloved,” I finally say. “We’ll wait until you’re ready.”
Relief floods her face and she gives me her mouth for me to kiss and I kiss her with an undying passion, lust and devotion but I break the kiss when I realize that she’s murmuring something in between breaths and my brows curve.
“What did you say?”
“Said I love you, Maker,” she whispers. “I really do love you.”
“I love you too. From the moment I saw you I’ve loved you like you deserve to be loved.” Wholeheartedly. Obsessively. Everlastingly.
8
Madlen-Two months later
It’s my wedding day today. The biggest, most important day in a girl’s life and I put pearls in my ears, smiling at myself in the mirror. Maker has never seen my wedding dress and I can’t wait to read the expression in his eyes when he does. He’s talked about the wedding almost every day and we’re both as equally excited to unify, to become one.
Getting up from my vanity, I walk over to the window and look out over our garden. It’s going to be a small, private ceremony with only my dad and my stepmom. I made several efforts to reach out to them because I wanted some family to attend at least. They’re our only witnesses and they were surprised to find out I was getting married and even more surprised when they found out I had lost my memory.
And about that...it still hasn’t returned. Though I have been getting frequent glimpses of flashbacks but I can’t make much sense of them and they also make my head hurt. Taking a deep breath, I throw a look at the clock and excitement spikes my veins.
Its time.
Clasping my bouquet of lily of the valley and daisies, I descend down the staircase and the corners of my lips curve until I have a full-blown smile on my lips. The sharp shine from the sun makes me squint and here comes the bride begins to play. My father and stepmom look relaxed and I give them a little nod before my eyes go to Maker.
He’s waiting for me, his face twisted from emotions and he’s so dashing in his sharp suit that I feel a fluster in my belly. I wonder if our baby felt that flutter too and I love that our baby is present at our wedding even though he or she is still in my stomach. Seeing my stomach rounded with his child drives Maker crazy with lust. When we found out that I was pregnant...
I frown when something slams me in the back of my head and my jaw slacks. Memories. Coming back with full force and playing up in my mind like a movie. I remember my childhood, my teenage years, my job at the hotel washing dishes...I drag a breath. I remember Maker, the nightmares, the therapy, the falling on the street and hitting my head...
He told me I was his bride to be.
He had photos of me all over his house. He had shoes and clothes that fit me, he had my lip-gloss, knew what kinds of books I read...he followed me that day when I fell.
He told me I was his bride.
Staring at Maker in disbelief I swallow when he unbeknownst to what just happened reaches his hand out for me. My own hand hangs by my side, before I slide it into Maker’s and move to stand beside him. When he murmurs the two words I do, a tear slides down from the corner of his eye. His happiness is so overwhelming that it makes me dizzy.
And then it’s my turn. It’s my turn to say those two words.
They roll over my tongue easily, so easily that it surprises me and then it’s over. We’re married. Husband and wife and we kiss. In the back of my mind I wonder whether there is something wrong with me. I should feel tricked, I should be outraged. Instead I feel...loved, so loved to have a man go to extreme lengths simply to have me.
