Chapter 31


    7


    Remy


    Our wedding is a weekter. I don’t know how she did it, but my mom managed to pull it all together in


    that short amount of time. We have it at Sam’s house in his big backyard, the fall leaves the color of


    fire, falling down around Deacon and me as we stand with the preacher beneath an archway of orange


    roses. It’s a fall country theme, with bouquets of dried flowers and sugar maple leaves. Guests sit on


    hay bales. I wear a knee-length white dress with a long veil and cowgirl boots. Mason jars with candles


    hang from tree branches and there are icicle lights everywhere. It’s quaint and beautiful and absolutely


    perfect. The entire neighborhood showed up. There’s a tent in back and a dance floor with a live


    acoustic band. As the sun goes down, it starts to get chilly, so propane heaters are brought out and the


    fire pit is stacked and lit.


    The service itself was wonderful. Deacon and I held Bailey in our arms during it. I vowed not only to be


    a devoted wife, but a mother to Bailey as well.


    It’s still hard to believe I’m Deacon’s wife. Just a couple months ago I was thinking about what I was


    going to do with my life now that high school was over. There were no real ns, but I’d been tossing


    the idea of traveling to Europe around in my head because that’s what my mom had wanted me to do


    at the time. I never really wanted that, but I wanted to make her happy. Maybe we will still have the


    chance to do that. It’s where Deacon wants to take me for our honeymoon. Somehow I think my mom


    got in his ear because he once told me he was afraid of flying.


    I’m married. I’m a married woman. That’s crazy. Especially because the man I’m with is the man of my


    dreams, and I’m having his baby. Life would be perfect right now if I didn’t have Karen haunting my


    thoughts. I still can’t get that smug look of hers out of my head. The threats she made to Deacon about


    taking Bailey. How does she live with herself? How does a woman get married and have a child and


    then just abandon her family, only to return monthster and threaten them?


    I have a feeling it’s because of me. I think if she hadn’t seen me in my robe—clearly nothing


    underneath—and Deacon in his sweatpants and no shirt, things would’ve happened much differently. I


    may be young, but I know jealousy when I see it. She must’ve thought Deacon had sat around pining


    for her while she went off to party.


    “Hey.” My thoughts are interrupted when Deacones up to me. He’d been on the dance floor swing


    dancing with my mom while I sat down to rest my feet. My ankles are swollen. I’m showing more and


    more signs of being pregnant now even though my belly still hasn’t grown enough to where it’s


    noticeable. It’s only obvious when I’m naked.


    My thoughts had gotten away with me. I’m angry that I was thinking about Karen on a night that should


    be just about me and Deacon. “Everything okay?” he asks.


    I stand up and hug him. “Everything is perfect.”


    A slow songes on. Guests flock to the floor with their partners. I put my head on Deacon’s


    shoulder and we start to dance.


    “Something’s on your mind,” he says.


    “Just nervous about the court date.”


    We’d gotten a court summons earlier this week. I thought Karen had been bluffing, but it seems she


    was angrier than I thought.


    “Me too,” Deacon says, “but this is our special night, and I’m not going to let that bitch ruin it for us.”


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    We spend the rest of the night dancing with our friends and family. It’s a st. I never want it to be over.


    By the time everyone starts to leave, my feet are aching. It’s time to go home.


    My mom takes Bailey for the night. Those two have gotten close and Bailey even calls her “gamma.”


    It’s so sweet.


    Deacon and I go home. His friends had tied cans to the back of his truck and so we rattle down the


    busy road, people honking as we pass. When we finally get home, he helps me out of my dress and


    boots and takes off his tux, then we copse in bed.


    He’s had a bit to drink, but not to the point of being drunk. Just a nice, mellow buzz. He gets horny


    when he drinks. Actually, he gets horny whenever we’re alone together, and that’s fine by me.


    He rolls over on his side to face me, tracing circles around my belly button with his fingertip. “What do


    you want to do?” he asks yfully.


    I shrug. “I don’t know.” I nce down at the giant bulge in his boxers. “Go to sleep?”


    The crestfallen look on his face has meughing out loud. “You’re a cruel woman,” he says.


    I roll over on my side to face him. God, he’s beautiful. That sculpted jaw, big green eyes. I’ve never met


    a more handsome man. And now he’s all mine. My husband. He wants to spend the rest of his life with


    only me. It’s still hard for me to wrap my mind around that. How did I get so lucky?