Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Amelia stood before us in a white lace gown. Her red hair was pulled up and long curls fell around her face.
She flashed me a beautiful smile that made my stomach do that weird fluttering thing. As she walked closer, I could see her tears. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying like hell not to cry, but it didn’t help. The tears flowed openly as my beautiful bride got close to me.
Shaking my head in disbelief at how damn lucky I was, I reached my hand for hers.
“Amelia, you look beautiful. Stunning,” I whispered, wanting this last intimate moment of us being Mr. Adams and Ms. Parker locked in my mind forever.
She wiped a tear from her cheek and opened her mouth. Her chin trembled and she closed her mouth and then her eyes.
After a few deep breaths, she opened her eyes again.
“Wade. When did you plan all of this? It’s…beyond amazing. It’s everything I dreamed of and more.”
My eyes swept over her stunning dress. It fell to the ground, and I grinned when I saw she had forgone shoes. Everything about this wedding screamed us. Simple, yet romantic.
Taking the hand that wasn’t holding her flowers, I said, “I have my ways. I’m sneaky, if you haven’t noticed.”
She giggled. “I noticed. Boy, did I notice.”
Turning to her left, Amelia sucked in a breath. “Pastor Miller? What in the world are you doing here?”
He chuckled. “Mr. Adams pulled me to the side and asked me if I would be a part of your special day. I couldn’t turn him down. So, shall we get ready?”
We nodded.
Everything the poor pastor said was an absolute blur. The only thing I could see was Amelia. The only thing I could hear was my heart pounding. And the only thing I cared about was that I was about to be this woman’s husband.
“Do you have the rings?”
Pastor Miller’s question pulled me from my thoughts. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the wedding bands I had bought while Amelia was shopping for a gown. Amelia’s was white gold with a lace rope design on the edge, covered in small diamonds. My band matched hers, minus the diamonds.
“Wade! Oh, my goodness, it’s beautiful.”
Slipping the band on her finger, I whispered, “I’ll let you pick out your engagement ring when we get back to Texas.”
Amelia giggled. “A little backwards there, Mr. Adams.”
After we exchanged our vows and placed the rings on our fingers, Pastor Miller said, “By the powers vested in me by the state of Louisiana, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Wade Adams.
Louis and Lora clapped as I slid my hand behind Amelia’s neck and leaned down to kiss my wife.
After a few good, solid seconds of kissing, we drew back and gazed into one another’s eyes.
“We did it!” Amelia said.
“We sure did.”
Making our way to our witnesses, I officially introduced Amelia to Lora. They signed the marriage license and bid their goodbyes, each wishing us the most amazing of futures together.
After we walked Pastor Miller out to his car, I led Amelia back to the spot where we had just gotten married.
“I can’t believe we actually did it,” she said with a giddy laugh.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed the tip of her nose. “Neither can I.”
“Wade, it was perfect. The most amazing day of my life.”
“Do you remember you once asked me to sing for you?”
She smiled. “I do. You promised me you would.”
I cleared my throat. “I wrote you a song and wanted to sing it to you. It’s my first wedding gift.”
Amelia’s eyes filled with tears. “You wrote me a song?”
“I did. And I’ve never in my life been nervous to sing, but let me tell you, right now I’m nervous as hell.”
She took my hand in hers as a tear trailed down her cheek. “My heart is pounding out of my chest.”
We both chuckled.
“I love you, Amelia,” I said. “I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.”
I walked her over to the swing and held her hands while she sat down. My guitar was leaning against a chair. I picked it up and sat down. Then I cleared my throat and sang the words I’d written, directly from my heart to hers.
It hadn’t taken me long to write the song. Thirty minutes, at the most. But every word I sang had never been truer. She had saved me. She was the light of my world. The love of my life. The dream I had dreamed.
Strumming the last cord, I stared at Amelia. Tears streamed down her face, and I wasn’t sure how I’d kept it together while singing.
I stood slowly, setting the guitar down. I studied Amelia’s face as she stood, too.
Lifting my brows, I was unable to find the words to ask how she felt. Did she love it? Hate it? I’d have given anything to be able to read her mind.