Chapter one hundred and thirty five:

Christy stood next to Isaac in a small and beautiful chapel in West Tulsa. Christy looked around at the gothic elements in the architecture, the lovely candelabras and the giant mass of stained glass windows and instantly fell in love with the entire building.

She and Isaac had been driving back to his apartment, when they realized that the location was on their route home. They decided to stop anyway, and just get a small idea of what they were looking at.

“Well, what do you think, C?” Isaac asked, gently taking her hand and interlacing her fingers with his.

“What do you think?” She asked, squeezing his hand gently in her own.

“I like it. I love the architecture. It’s breath taking.”

Christy bit her lower lip to hide her smile.

“What do you think?” He asked, turning to look at her.

“I think you read my mind. I think this is it, baby.” She smiled.

“Do you really want to pick the first location that we see?”

“Maybe we could reserve this place and then look at the others, and if we see one we like better we can cancel… I just have an amazing feeling about this one, though.”

“Me too.” He chuckled. “Great minds think alike, hmm?”

She grinned. “That must be it.”

“Let me go talk to the priest, okay?”

She nodded. “Want me to come with you?”

“It’s okay. I’ll handle it.” He kissed her forehead lightly and walked quickly down the aisle and through to the back vestibule.

Christy inhaled deeply, and closed her eyes. She imagined the flowers, the red roses scattered around the chapel, the flowing of her white gown, the simple black tuxes which the groomsmen and Isaac would be wearing.

She couldn’t help the smile that made it’s way across her lips.

Four years ago, she couldn’t imagine even being in a serious relationship, but now, even though it was stressful, she was incredibly excited for her wedding day and spending the rest of her life with her husband. The only perfect man she had ever met in her entire life.

She closed her eyes and imagined the guests, packed into the tiny chapel, each and every one of them in their formal wear.

Christy jumped as she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. “C?”

She turned to face Isaac and her smile resumed. “Hey, baby.”

“You okay?” He asked, a look of worry across his face.

“I’m fine, I’m just excited.”

“Me too.” He grinned. “Come on, lets go home.”

“Yeah. I call the bathtub.” She teased, walking ahead of him a few steps. “I’d kill for a hot bath right now.”

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