Page 92 of Say I'm Yours
Once again, she carries on. “In an hour, so you need to get off your behind and get dressed!”
“Mother!” I yell louder.
“Well, I don’t know about that, James, I found out about it myself not two minutes ago.” She huffs before coming back on the line. “Grace, your daddy wants to know if he has to wear his good pants or if you mind him wearin’ his jeans.”
I shake my head and stare at my ring. “He can wear whatever he wants.”
“Well, don’t tell him that, Grace. He’ll wear his good pants. It is your weddin’ after all.”
“I need to call a few people, I love you, and I’ll see you at the chur—I mean hospital.”
I call Emily, and she starts screaming. She’s on her way to Bell Buckle as luck would have it. She heard from Presley and was coming to be here for support. I don’t know if she’ll get there in time, but I hope she does.
I’m in front of my closet just staring. I don’t have a wedding dress, and there’s no way I’d wear one to the hospital, but I would like something white. I feel Trent’s arms wrap around me from behind and his head rests on my shoulder. “You almost ready?”
“I don’t know what to wear,” I admit.
He leans back, and I turn to face him. “Anything you wear will be perfect. I hate that I’m takin’ your white dress and big wedding from you.”
“No, no, it’s not that.” I stop him before he misunderstands. “I don’t need all that. Family and friends are what matter to me. I only care about the who, not the where. Plus, we can have a big ole party later on, right?”
“We can do anything you want.”
“I’ve always wanted a barn wedding.” I smile.
The barn at my parents’ house is rustic and beautiful. It’s dark grayish wood and tall ceiling is where I would have my pretend wedding all the time. I pictured Trent standing at the end when the barn doors opened. I can close my eyes and see the lanterns lining the path to him. We wouldn’t be dressed up crazy and the ceremony would be small with just the people who truly matter in our lives.
I’m a simple girl. I spent half my life in pageants and wearing big dresses because Mama thought it would make me a lady. I think she liked playing Barbie and I was a real life version for her—minus the blonde hair.
My friends all wanted the big gowns and fancy parties, but I only cared about the right guy at the end of the aisle waiting for me.
“We can have that. I’ll give you whatever wedding you want.”
I rest my hands on his chest and grin up at him. “Oh! What about rings and a marriage license?”
I didn’t even think about those things until just now.
Trent tucks my hair behind my ear and brushes my cheek. “I already called Judge Wheatley. He said we should come by the courthouse after the ceremony and he’ll officially marry us there. As for the rings . . .” He touches my face before admitting, “I don’t have them, but we can pick out anything you like tomorrow.”
“You thought of it all.” I lean in and press my lips to his. “And in a few hours, you’re going to be my husband.”
“You’re never getting rid of me now.”
I snort. “If I haven’t done it yet . . .”
“You tried, sweetheart.”
“And I’m glad I failed.”
He kisses my nose. “I am, too.”
“I need to get to the hospital.”
“Wait!” I say grabbing his hand as he lets me go. “What about a cake or food?”
“Don’t you worry about that.” He tugs me back against him. “I’ve got all this taken care of. You worry about getting yourself dressed so we can go. Everyone is headin’ there now.”
He kisses me again and then heads off to the other room. Married. I’m getting married today.
