Page 322 of Lilah
I finish my very last cherry pie session as an unmarried woman before grabbing onto my bouquet and closing the door behind me.
Gosh, I hope I don't cry. I'm an ugly crier.
Right as my feet touch the soft white sand of the beach, I hear the music softly playing. All our friends sit in chairs in front of the priest and Grey. They stand as I walk toward the decorated altar.
Abby is already crying when I pass her and I give her a soft smile. The waves crash gently behind the altar and I feel like I'm in heaven.
I finally make it to Grey. He stands there looking all juicy and gorgeous as always. The top few buttons of his white button-up are unbuttoned and he's just breathtaking.
Before I can look at his face, his hands grip my waist, pulling me to him. He wraps his arms around my body and he hugs the daylights out of me. It shocks me. I wasn't expecting him to do that.
With my free hand, I wrap it around him too, rubbing against his back gently.
"You okay, Sugar?" I question him softly. He only nods against me. After a few more seconds he pulls away.
When he pulls away, I'm met with a sight I wasn't sure I'd ever see.
A tear rolls down his cheek. That causes a wave of emotion to roll over me. With tears now starting to blur my eyes, I reach up and wipe the tear on his face.
He returns the favor when a tear of mine falls.
"We're gathered here today for Grey and Azalea to join in holy matrimony," our priest begins but I hardly pay any attention to what he's saying.
'You're beautiful'Grey mouths and I smile.
"Okay, now your vows," the priest says and I suddenly remember that I totally forgot about vows. Like totally. I keep my calm though.
I look at Grey. His eyes are slightly widened. Looks like somebody else forgot too.
'Go first' he mouths. I shake my head.
"Yes," he mumbles.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Goddammit," he says, knowing he's not winning the argument.
"Go," I encourage and he clears his throat.
"Uh, I love you a lot and you're very beautiful," he ends and I laugh, leaning my head against his chest.
"That was pitiful," I tell him.
"I know. Shut up," he grumbles.
"Azalea, your vows," the priest nods to me. I take a deep breath.
"You're my cherry pie. A cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise," I rake my brain, trying to recall the next lyrics of the song.
Because this is all I've got.
"Tastes-no," I realize how inappropriate the next line sounds. Grey leans his head back ever so slightly and lets out a breathtaking laugh.
"You're just my sweet cherry pie. And I'll love you always," I smile.
