Page 121 of Deking
“How did you…”
“Dad gave it to me for safekeeping when his mind started failing. He wanted to make sure you would have it when it cametime for you to get married. I think he always knew he wouldn’t be here for it.” He shrugs.
I hand the necklace back to him and turn around. Wordlessly, he fastens the necklace for me.
“I wish he were here,” I say as I fight back the tears.
Will’s hands come up and rest on my shoulders. “Me too. I miss him.”
“He should be walking me down the aisle.”
“He should be, but instead you get me,” he jokes.
“I love you. If it can’t be him, I am glad it’s you.”
“I love you more,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my temple.
After several moments of silence, he steps back.
I turn to look at myself in the mirror, reassuring myself that my makeup still looks okay.
Will clears his throat. “So are you sure you want to marry Wyatt?”
I roll my eyes and fight back a smile. “Please, if I tried to run now, you would throw me over your shoulder and carry me down the aisle yourself.”
He shrugs. “Can’t blame me for liking the guy.”
There’s a soft knock on the door before it’s cracked open.
“It’s time,” the wedding planner says.
Will nods before turning back to me. “You ready to do this?”
“I’ve never been more ready to do anything,” I say truthfully as I weave my arm through his.
Because marrying Wyatt Scott is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.
“It’s good to see you,” Reagan says as she stops near me.
“Congratulations,” her husband, Garrett, says.
“Thanks for coming, guys.”
“We wouldn’t miss it.”
I watch as they head into the chapel and take a deep breath.
Today’s the day.
A year ago I proposed to Lyla after a game of laser tag. It wasn’t how I was planning, but it just popped out. Thankfully my woman rolled with it and said yes while we were surrounded by our closest friends.
We went back and forth about what kind of wedding we would want. Lyla and I both agreed early on not to do anything too massive where we really didn’t have parents or relatives that would pressure us into doing things traditionally.
The more we thought about it, though, the more we realized that we wanted to celebrate with those who mattered. Then one thing led to another and into today. The guest list was bigger than we thought it would be, but that’s okay.
As long as I get to marry her.
My heart feels as if it’s going to beat out of my chest. Not because I’m nervous to finally marry Lyla, but because of all the people that are about to be looking right at me.
