Handsome, Hot-Blooded & Hazardous

50 - Marriage, Maid-of-Honour & Mine

~ Marry Me - Jason Derulo ~
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"You're crying. Why are you crying? Prystyne," Maya calls out.

"Aww sweetie you're going to ruin your makeup." Jordyn bends down in front of me. She takes a tissue dabbing under my eyes.

I take in a deep breath. "I'm fine, I'm fine," I assure.

"Is this about Jade?" Jordyn whispers. I nod slowly and stand back up smoothening out my wedding dress. Heath and I wanted a small wedding considering we don't care about that many people. It only took a month to plan and I want to have it before I get too big.

"I'm fine. Don't worry," I assure. I chose Maya, Raven and Jordyn as my bridesmaids. I didn't have the courage to choose a maid of honour. I'd always assume Jade would be my maid of honour.

But now... it doesn't look that way anymore. Our heads snap to the door hearing a knock. Raven opens it and peeks her head in. "Heath is here to see you," she whispers.

"I'm in my wedding dress. Heath get out!" I exclaim in a laugh. He can't see me now, it's bad luck.

"Penguinnn," he drawls. "Just two seconds," he assures. I shake my head.

"Blindfold him," I order.

Maya picks up a silk sleeping mask and puts it over his head from behind the door. "We'll be back," Jordyn whispers, leaving with the girls. Heath takes a few steps in and I close the door behind him.

"Heath, what're you doing here?" I ask.

"I came to check on my bride. Where are you?" He waves his hands around in the air. I laugh taking his hands in mine.

"Aht no! I'm in my dress. No looking and no feeling until I walk down that aisle." I take a step back as he reaches for my waist.

I laugh as he pouts. He's not even dressed yet. "Okay, okay fine. Give me your hands," he holds back out his hands and I hold them. "Are you okay?"

I sniffle but nod nonetheless. "Yeah. Just thinking about Jade," I admit.

"Take a deep breath in and out," he directs. I do as he says and he takes a deep breath with me. "You want to know what Jade's doing right now?"

My eyebrows pinch together confused where this is going. "What?"

"Watching her beautiful, amazing, best friend marry the love of her life. She's proud of you and is your maid of honour from above and in your heart.

"Heath, I doubt she's proud," I mutter.

"No, shhh! She's proud of you for fighting for custody of Harmony. Caring and loving for her. For being drug and alcohol free. Getting your life together. She's proud of how far you've come and she's watched you every step of the way. If she was right here, right now she would tell you. Would she not?" He asks.

He's right. "Yeah, yeah she would," I confess. "Thank you. And I'll be fine for now, I have you." I watch as his grin grows.

"Give me your face so I can kiss you," he mumbles.

"Nope! Kiss me after you say I do. You have to go get dressed now," I tell him trying to push him out. He stands as still as a brick wall leaving me unable to push him away.

He shakes his head. "Have you picked who's giving you away?" He asks. Shit, I forgot about that. Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamt of my dad giving me away. But now, he's locked in jail, where he belongs.

"No. It's fine, I'll walk down with Harmony."

"Flower girl."

Right. "Myself. I don't care," I shrug.