His eyes will light up.
His mouth will drop open.
He’ll forget half of his vows.
He’ll stare flagrantly.
Elsie smiled at her reflection.
And I’m sure his thoughts will go in all sorts of directions.
And I will think all that and more when I see him standing there, waiting for me. I won’t even notice if he has his Bossman 550 strapped to his back.
I won’t even care.
I’ll be too busy resisting the urge to run to him and pummel him with my love.
He will undoubtedly laugh and I will want to cry with relief.
Finally, no more we can’t and we shouldn’t and we must wait.
We won’t have to wait anymore.
I just don’t know how we’ll ever make it through the wedding reception in one piece. I won’t be able to stop touching him. Or kissing him.
I am going to want him so bad the wedding cake will turn into a flaming volcano.
She grabbed her phone out of her purse and called her mother.
It rang several times before going to voice mail.
“Hi, mom. This is Elsie. Please call me back. I need to know if you’ve picked up the cake or if I’m supposed to. You know my number. Call me. Thanks.”
She ended the call.
What else do I need to do? What am I forgetting? Mom has the flowers all covered. I already bought the favors. I’ll have to get the favors over to the restaurant. We need to make sure the cake gets to the restaurant too. What else? What else?
Set up the place settings. Um. What else?
What am I forgetting?
“Are you ready to take the dress off, Ms. Vansing?” asked the assistant.
“Huh? Oh! Yes. I’m ready.”
As the assistant unfastened the seventy-nine pearl buttons down the back, Elsie tried her best to keep her thoughts as pure as her white wedding dress.
She was only minimally successful.
John pulled into Clarice’s driveway and turned the key. He muffled a yawn.
“You should come inside and get some sleep.” Clarice murmured sleepily.
“I can’t. I have too many things to do and places to go. I want to do this right. I want to make Barbara’s wedding as beautiful as she deserves.”
Clarice pulled her seat up. “Well, you studmuffin from highest heaven. You won’t be able to get much done if you fall asleep at the wheel and die in a horrible ten car pile up.”
He smiled at her. “You have a very good point. I’ll go home and—”
“John.” Her voice was like a magic spell. One that he could not resist.
“Stay with me.”
His ears turned red. “I couldn’t. I’m sorry. I’m very sorry. I can’t. I—”
“Darling, I’m not asking for slutastic fun. I would never expect you to do anything that you are not willing or ready to do. I respect you. I just want you to be safe. Come inside. Get a couple of hours’ sleep. You on the couch. Me on the bed. Then, we can both get up and go nuts getting the rest of our children’s wedding stuff in order.”
“Our children. Oh, I wish we could…” He quickly looked down at his seatbelt buckle and messed around with trying to undo it.
“Don’t worry, John. I know what you mean.” She reached down and unfastened the seatbelt for him.
He looked up at her.
“I wish it too.”