Gabe's eye widened. "In…five weeks?"
"You get married that quickly with rumors already circling that you're slinking around with the new physical therapist, people are going to think you're pregnant." Damon's words made both Paige and Gabe gasp.
"Labor Day weekend it is." Paige said with finality.
They talked to Damon a little longer before saying their goodbyes. After the call ended, Paige turned to Gabe, his face inches from her own.
"Do you think your mom will make it until Labor Day?"
"I hope so.” He laced his fingers with hers. “The important part is that she got to meet the woman I plan to spend my life with.”
While Paige had been praying so earnestly by the river on the ranch Monday afternoon, she’d also prayed for Gabe and Grace to be comforted. God was answering her prayers.
Gabe didn’t struggle to talk about losing his mom as much as he used to. And he seemed to have found a measure of peace and acceptance.
“I would love for her to be there, though.” Paige squeezed his hand.
“Me too.”
She planned to include Marisol and Grace in every step of the wedding planning, including dress shopping. Marisol might not still be here when Grace got married, so Paige was determined to make sure she got to see her daughter in a wedding dress. She just needed to figure out how to convince Grace to try on dresses with her.
Gabe played with her hand, caressing each of her fingers, sending ripples of warmth radiating up her arm. "I think we should plan the wedding for the beginning of September. If my mom takes a drastic turn for the worst, we'll elope, inviting our parents, of course. Then we'll celebrate with a reception in September with our family and friends."
"Elope? I like the sound of that." Paige gave a broad smile.
She'd been doing a lot of that lately, because she was so happy. She'd spend the rest of her life with a grin on her face as long as Just Gabe was by her side.