Page 15 of Mine To Honor (Southern Wedding)

“I would,” he advises. “Be there in ten.”

“Goodbye.” I hang up, dropping the shoes on the stairs and rushing back to my bedroom. Pulling the stool out of the corner of the room, I grab my carry-on bag. I throw in a couple of outfits that would look good in pictures, before rushing to the bathroom and taking out my makeup bag. Shoving a bunch of shit into it, I toss it in the carry-on bag along with a pair of flat shoes.

In five minutes, I’m ready again, this time with an in-case bag. Dumping the bag on the stairs, I sit down and slide my feet into the white, high-heeled sandals and tie them around my ankle. I walk back to the kitchen, where I take out two to-go cups and fill them with coffee and milk. I’m slipping the covers on when the front door opens, and Levi steps in. He doesn’t even see me in the kitchen; instead, he shouts my name up the stairs, “Eva!”

“In here,” I call to the doorway where he stands. His eyes look from the stairs to me. “I made you coffee,” I say, holding up the to-go mugs. “See, I’m already starting with my wife duties.” I smile at him as he laughs at my joke.

“Where is your bag?” he asks, and I motion with my chin toward the bag on the steps.

“See, you are also starting with your husband duties.” I wink at him and all he does is shake his head.

“After you,” he mumbles and I walk out of the front door, hearing it slam shut after him.

“I see we are still grouchy,” I observe as I walk toward the car. “You could have taken care of the problem yourself.” I juggle the cups in my hand, opening the door and getting into the car. I place the cups in the cupholder before I buckle my seat belt.

He gets in and starts the car. “Are you nervous?” I ask as he pulls out of the driveway.

“Not really,” he replies, looking over at me. “You?” His hair looks like he ran his hand through it a million times.

“Yes,” I answer him honestly. “I spent all night thinking of things.”

“So, no Juan?” He snickers, grabbing one of the cups of coffee.

“Good one.” I grab my own cup as he makes his way to the airport.

“Who has to-go cups in their house?” He looks over at me as he takes a sip of the coffee.

“A good wife does.” I try to hide my smile, but when he glares at me, I can’t help but chuckle.

We get checked in and I’m not shocked at all when he upgrades us to first class. “It’s a one-hour flight,” I mention to him as we walk away from the girl. “You go up and you come down.” I motion with my hand.

“You know what else goes up and comes down?” he says as we walk toward security.

“You mean your little friend?” I tilt my head to the side.

“Um, unless you’ve seen it, you can’t call it little because it’s not,” he defends with clenched teeth. “I was talking about the sun.”

“No, you were not.” I shake my head at him as he tries to hide the smile.

“No, I wasn’t, but just for the record, it’s huge,” he boasts.

“Of course it is,” I humor him as we walk to the gate, getting there at the same time they are boarding.

We walk in and sit in the big seats. “This is nice,” I note, looking at all the extra room. The flight attendant comes over and asks if we want something to drink. I wait for us to take off and be in the air before I ask him, “Did you make a list?”

“I did.” He reaches for his phone. “You ready?” he asks and I nod my head.

“As ready as I’m going to be,” I reply nervously. It’s only when I look back at him does my stomach decide it’s time to turn at the same time my chest feels a sudden tightness in it, making it a touch harder to breathe. It feels like my heart is doing flutters.

“So we get married.” I don’t know if he’s asking me or telling me, so I don’t say anything.

“Prenup?”

My eyebrows press together. “Damn fucking straight, I didn’t bust my ass for my ‘husband’ to take my shit away from me.”

His eyes go big as he stares at me. “Well, at least we agree on that. Not that I would take shit away from you. I would never, by the way.”

“And I would?” I retort, insulted he would think this and forgetting I’m the one who insinuated he would do it to me.

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