Chapter one
hundred and thirty five:
Christy stood
next to Isaac in a small and beautiful chapel in
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.”