Page 45 of Dear, Carson McDermott
Katerina had the nerve to bust out laughing. She clutched her stomach as she laughed to the point that tears fell out of her eyes. Instead of waiting for her to finish laughing, I stood, making sure to clean up after myself as well.
“I’m going to go get ready for bed,” I said to her knowing damn well I wanted her to come along but baby steps.
I briefly walked away to put the leftovers in the fridge then I made my way back to the living room,
“be ready for training at four.”
Her breath caught in her throat,
“wait, four in the afternoon?”
I smirked, walking over to where Brownie slept in his little bed. I picked him up in my arms and then began my journey upstairs. I stopped midway in the open hall, I didn’t bother turning to face her as I spoke.
“No Lil’ darlin’, four in the mornin’. I suggest you get some Z’s in now.” I smirked knowing that she was dreading it.
Many things about her could’ve changed but Katerina still wasn’t an early riser nor a morning person. This I knew all too well.
I waited for her on the stairs as I heard her quickly throwing away whatever she didn’t eat. When I heard her getting closer to the stairs, I turned around.
“Thought you’d never come to bed,” I smiled and didn’t miss the smile that crept on her face as I turned to walk all the way up the stairs with her following right behind me.
Chapter 15
Katerina
I was dreaming of one of the happiest days of my life…
I remember how nervous I was when my dad walked me down the aisle. I thought that everyone could see that I was pregnant, but no one stared at my stomach instead, they all had adoring expressions on their face. I smiled as I walked down the aisle and my brother Matteo sang, Dreaming of you by Selena. He had such an angelic voice that it made me tear up even before I got to the altar.
“Don’t be nervous,” my dad whispered to me. “This stupid boy loves you and even though, I wanted to kill him for knocking you up instead of, I don’t know, using protection.”
I snickered lowly,
“Daddy, we talked about this. You held him in a chokehold for one too many minutes and he didn’t fight you back. I love you but Daddy, this is my wedding.”
He groaned,
“Yeah, yeah. He’s lucky I didn’t snap his neck.”
This time, I tried not to laugh as we got closer. I eyed mom and she was glaring at dad,
“Mom’s giving you the side-eye.”
Dad cleared his throat,
“don’t you breathe a word to her, you hear me munchkin?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered.
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There we were, standing in front of each other. Carson, my fiancée becoming my husband in front of my family and his dad, his paternal grandmother and his maternal grandparents. I was speechless as Carson and I decided to do our own, I was so happy yet nervous that I was going first.
“Carson, my bubba, my love, Babe. Thank you for loving me. I seriously don’t know where we’d be, actually pause, I do know cause your bullheaded self would chase me down and tell me that I love you instead of asking me. Tuh!” Everyone in the room laughed along with him. “But, you’re right. Damn, I love you. You are something else; stubborn, a bully, crazy as hell, and a rowdy ass country boy that does not listen to a damn thing I tell him but at the same time, is ready to butthead whoever makes me cry. Baby,” I called his name.
The smile on his face made me fall in love even more.
“Say it again.”
