Page 94 of Say I'm Yours
I don’t feel anything but complete joy. I’m going to marry Trent in front of our family and friends.
Presley braided my hair and then pinned it up. Angie found a pretty white short dress that I forgot I had. It was buried in the back of my closet, but it’s perfect. It comes right above my knees and we swapped out the dark brown belt for a yellow scarf I had.
Emily arrived a little bit after we started and changed into a yellow skirt I had. I have my matron of honor, Presley, and my two bridesmaids. Trent asked Rhett to be his best man and Zach and Wyatt are his groomsmen. We have a full bridal party, a reverend who works at the hospital to marry us, and everyone who matters ready to see us say “I do.”
Daddy holds my hand outside the room and turns to look at me. “You okay, Daddy?”
He smiles, and his eyes fill with tears. “I’m givin’ my last little girl away.”
“I’m not goin’ anywhere.” I kiss his cheek. “I’m right here.”
“Trent’s a good man. He loves you and he’ll take care of you.”
I don’t doubt that anymore. Trent has shown that he’s changed. He changed before I even knew, but I was too hurt to see. I know that we’ll always have our challenges, but with him by my side, I know we’ll endure.
“I love him, too.”
“Then take care of each other. Marriage is hard, and lovin’ someone for all their faults isn’t always easy, but it’s always the right choice. You’ll have days where you want to walk away and then times when you’ll hope the day will never end. It’s a give and take, and sometimes . . . you have to shoulder the burdens for both of you. But you and Trent are strong enough to do that for each other.” Daddy touches the side of my cheek. “Your strength will be what gets you through the muck.”
“Thank you for bein’ my Daddy.”
“Oh, baby girl,” he says before he kisses my cheek. “It has been my honor.”
I wipe the tear and try to fan my cheeks. “I don’t want to cry already.” I let out a nervous laugh.
“Well, let’s get you to the man waitin’ for you.”
“Okay.” I nod.
We start walking, and I hold on tight to the man who’s always held me up. He’s been the best father a girl could ask for. He loved my sister and I with every part of him. I think about what it was like for him to lose Scarlett. I think about how my sister’s story mirrors Macie Hennington’s. I wish she were here today, and it breaks my heart she didn’t have a man like Trent.
He would never do what his father did to his mother. He fights for women who are in relationships like that. Trent wouldn’t raise his hands in anger, he’s a protector. Learning about the type of man he came from was hard for him. Knowing that his own father tried to kill him and possibly his mother isn’t something he’s accepting of. But if anything, it showed him how much he’s like Rhett. How much he truly is a Hennington, because he’s Rhett’s son.
Daddy and I step through the doorway and Trent stands next to his father’s bed. I walk toward him with tears in my eyes. His blond hair is pushed back the way I love it, he has on khakis with a blue button-up shirt, and has a yellow rose in his hand. His eyes don’t move from mine as I move closer.
My father takes my hand and puts it in Trent’s. “Be good to her,” he says.
“I will,” Trent promises.
My father kisses my cheek and moves over to stand behind my mother.
Rhett clears his throat. “Can I say somethin’ before we start?”
“Of course,” I say quickly.
“Grace,” he says as his voice trembles. “You’ve been my daughter in my heart for a long time. I’ve never seen someone love another with such conviction. I want to thank you.”
I release Trent’s hand and move over to the side of Rhett’s bed. “Thank you for raising the man I love.”
“Thank you for loving the man I raised.”
I kiss his cheek, and he touches my hand before looking at Trent. “Marry that girl before she runs out of here.”
“You got it, Pop.”
The Reverend smiles at both of us and begins the ceremony. They’re words that have been spoken a million times, but they sound different to me. I listen to him talk about love and acceptance, and I gaze at Trent. We’ve come so far. Our relationship has changed and grown in so many ways. Two years ago, he never would’ve opened up to me. He would’ve kept it in and suffered. Our relationship felt like it was always teetering on the precipice of disaster. Now, I have nothing but hope for where we’ll go. We’ve learned that we’re stronger together than we are apart.
We turn to face each other, and I say the words I’ve waited to recite for a long time. My eyes fill with tears and my voice trembles. “I, Grace Louise Rooney, take you, Trent Milton Hennington, to be my wedded husband. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death us do part.”
