Page 11 of Our Little Wedding

She let out a deep sigh. “There were messages for me this morning… from Brittany,” she said through clenched teeth, her eyes glistening with tears.

“I see. Why didn’t you forward them to me?” I asked, doing my best to remain calm. I’d had it with that woman.

“Just better to delete them.” She shrugged. “No need for the both of us to hear her cruel words.” She looked away so I could no longer see her eyes.

I shook my head and placed my hands on her hips. “No, you should have sent them to me.”

“Did you know she got fired last night?” she questioned. “She left that in one message and how she blames me for it.”

I nodded. “I knew. She deserved it.”

“I know, but in her message, she is blaming me.”

“That is ridiculous. She deserved it, and you know it.”

Ainsley slowly nodded her head and wiped her eyes.

“Ainsley, I want to know what else is bothering you.”

I studied her face. Her eyes watered, and soon they filled with tears and she broke down. She brought her hands up to her face and sobbed into them. I placed my hands on her hips and rested my head on her abdomen. I closed my eyes and felt her fingers run through my hair.

“All of this just hurts so much,” she cried.

“All of what? Brittany? Don’t give her that kind of power.”

I watched as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “Everything, Spencer. The venues won’t call us back. My best friend keeps asking me to think about what it will be like to be married to you in twenty years, and your ex-wife hates me. I still don’t have a dress. It’s just…” She let out a huge sob.

“Brittany hates me too. Honestly, I think she hates herself as well as everyone else.” I chuckled as I pulled her onto my lap and leaned back in my chair, pulling her into my chest.

“It just seems like she is…dare I say it… jealous.”

“Ha, she can be jealous. Remember, it was I who found another man between her legs. She has no right to be jealous or to say a damn word about us.”

“I know.”

“You know what I think?”

“What’s that?”

“That most of this is all just baby hormones. Take a breath…” I said in a calm voice as I ran my fingers through her hair and looked her in the eyes.

“No, it’s not.” She sniffled.

“Oh, I think it is. You aren’t this sensitive, that much I know. Perhaps it would be a good idea for you to take a day off. I think you need to be by yourself to relax. It’s been a lot, yes, but it’s not as bad as you’re thinking,” I said in a low voice.

“It’s not?”

I shook my head. “No, we’ve only had a call into a couple of venues for a week. I’m not worried. Everything is going to workout fine. I promise. As for the calls from Brittany, I will block her number from your extension. I will direct all her calls to me and me only. As for Carly, well, she’ll learn when she meets someone.”

Ainsley met my eyes, leaned in, and kissed me softly on the lips, while running her fingers through my hair. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome.” I kissed her mouth hard as she sat on my lap. I hated seeing tears on her face. Our lips parted and I met her eyes, “I love you.” I whispered.

“I love you too.” Her hands rested on my shoulders, as I kissed her again.

I allowed my hands to travel up underneath her skirt, I was expecting to feel the silkiness of her panties, but they weren’t there.

“Okay,” she said, laughing as she grabbed my arm and pushed my hand away. “You need to behave.” She giggled, sliding off my lap and adjusting her skirt.

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