Page 92 of Make Me Want it Too

“Yes.”

She blinks. A tear threatens to spill over.

Fuck.

“I thought it would help you be less stressed. I just asked Walter if it was possible and I went and got it every morning since I was up early anyway, and I’d replace it before you woke up. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal. To me.” A tear falls to her cheek, and I’m crushed.

I don’t know what to do and apparently I’m saying the wrong things.

She wipes her cheeks with her palms and smiles.

“Do you need a snack?”

She nods. “Yeah, probably.” Wipes another tear. “I bet you’re regretting coming here with me this week.”

“Not at all.”

“But you’re glad it’s almost over.”

“Not at all.”

“I’m not even sure what happened. One minute she was crying and the next she was smiling and happy again.”

Noah grunts, his arms folded across his broad chest and widens his stance. “That’s the thing about women, they don’t always need us to fix things. Sometimes they just need to be held, listened to, and to cry it out. They’re pretty good at figuring it out by themselves.”

“It’s going to take getting used to.”

Noah shrugs.

We’re standing on the outskirts of where they’ve started setting up chairs for the ceremony in the east garden. The wedding coordinator is telling everyone what order everything is going to go and where everyone’s positions are.

Noah and I don’t need to rehearse being guests, so we were told to stay out of the way.

“Did you call your mom?”

“Yep.”

“Tell her about Macy.”

“Yep. She’s having a custom stocking embroidered for her for Christmas. She’s getting one for Livvy, too.”

“I doubt I’ll be invited to Livvy’s family Christmas. So, perfect.”

Jake and his parents walk down the aisle. They sit while he stands up with the officiant. Margot and Dane come down next, followed by Livvy and Zayne.

Then Macy appears and my heart skips a beat at the sight of her.

She’s wearing a red dress with white polka dots, her hair is down, her eyes bright, cheeks rosy and glowing and I don’t know how anyone could look anywhere but at her while she’s around.

Then Spencer joins her. He takes her arm, and they walk side-by-side, and I’m boiling inside. I want to punch him just for touching her.

I didn’t think the sight of them walking down the aisle together would get to me like this. I’m used to seeing them together—I had to watch it for the last six years. But it’s different now.

She’s not his anymore.

She’s mine.

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