Walkingout of the flower shop, I make a mental note to tell my sister that it’s for sale, as she mentioned opening a flower shop after she graduates. She suggested I grab begonias for Brielle, and I had no clue what they were, but looking down at the soft, round pink flowers, I see her point. The color matches pretty much anything, including my jeans and white buttoned-down shirt.
Taking a few steps down Main Street, I grin when I see Spencer leaning against his sports car with his hands in his jeans.
“What brings you here?” I wonder.
“Baseball season is over, and I heard I need to run into town to pick up champagne for my neighbor.”
I smirk to myself. “Oh yeah? Why would that be?”
“He has something to celebrate because his plan seems to have worked.”
“Still pissed you didn’t get an invite?”
He waves a hand at me. “Nah, intimate is more your thing. Doesn’t mean you won’t have cake and champagne waiting for you. Staying at the Dizzy Duck Inn?”
“Yeah, thought it would be good for a night. Violet will take Connor.”
Spencer smiles gently with an affirmative look. “Do everything that I would do when I stay there.”
I snort a laugh. “Didn’t you make a certain kind of video there?”
“Good times,” he reflects to himself with his gaze focused in the distance.
“I should go, I can’t be late,” I mention.
Spencer steps forward and slaps a hand on my arm. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks.”
A few minutes later, I’m sitting on a bench outside the courthouse.
“Are you sure you’re okay with all of this?” I ask my son.
“I get to miss school, so yeah.”
I place my hand on his shoulder. “That’s not why we are doing this.”
He flashes me a cheeky smile. “I know. It’s just a bonus.”
“A serious moment now. Man to man. All good? Your mom and me are about to become husband and wife.”
“Kind of too late for me to say no.”
I ruefully shake my head. Connor enjoys messing with me, yet his smile says the truth; all is well.
We both look up when we hear the patter of heels to find Brielle in a knee-length white dress. I notice some lace around the neckline, with her hair down the way that I like it. It’s simple, but her.
I stand to hand her the flowers, and she seems appreciative.
“Ready?” She smiles.
I chuckle under my breath as I offer her my arm. “That shouldn’t even be a question.”
We decided to keep it as simple as possible. Celebrate between the three of us, relying on the courthouse staff to act as witnesses to keep the invite list small. Connor has been waiting for this day too, he was watching us all along.
This was a last-minute wedding, because we wanted to marry quickly, but it’s a long-planned intention that’s been floating in our minds for years.
Heading into the courthouse, hand in hand, I’m almost certain that as painful as it is, our journey was always going to be our way to this very moment. And perhaps that just makes it all the sweeter.
