Yesterday

Chapter 39

PAUL'S POV

We had been engaged for about two months now, and I couldn't have been happier.

It was another peaceful Sunday afternoon. Charlotte and I were spending the day at home and planning for the wedding, something that we agreed to take every Sunday to do.

"Hey Paul," she called to me in the kitchen from her spot on the couch. "which one of these do you like the best?"

I groaned loudly as I turned to face her. "Charlotte, they're just centerpieces. Does it really matter what they look like?"

She gasped dramatically. "Of course it does!"

Charlotte had told me that she wanted a big wedding, and I wasn't going to hesitate to give it to her. She deserved everything in the world - even if it meant going bankrupt.

I laughed at her. "You're such a dork."

She looked at me with a sophisticated look on her face. "Yes, but I'm your dork." She jumped off the couch and shoved her engagement ring in my face. "FOREVER!" She laughed maniacally and I shoved her away jokingly, laughing along with her. She began to poke me in the ribs, and I'm ashamed to admit that I squealed like a little girl.

"Charlotte-stop! You know how ticklish I am!"

I couldn't believe that her and I were really getting married, especially after everything we had been through. Or rather, what she had been through. I was so thankful that even through all she had been put through, she was still standing here to tell the tale; and even more than that, she was willing to become my wife.

She laughed, releasing her death grip on my sides as she started to make her way into the bedroom.

"And where are you going exactly?"

She threw her hands up in surrender. "Calm down Dad, Cynthia and I are going out to do some wedding stuff, that's all." She disappeared into the doorway. I let out a laugh before I sighed, sitting down on the couch. We had 10 months before the wedding, and all this planning was already driving me insane.

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I couldn't believe how fast time had gone by. I didn't know what was making me more nervous; the fact that I was getting married tomorrow, or that I still had to survive through my bachelor party tonight. Of course, John (the best man) had taken charge in planning the night's events, which only made me even more nervous.

Charlotte and I were laying on the couch together when there was a knock on the door. We both looked at each other nervously.

"That must be John," I said shakily. "And Cynthia must be with him," Charlotte agreed softly. She would be taking her out for her bachelorette party, of course, and she seemed to be just as nervous as I was.

Before either of us could even move, John bounded through the door with Cynthia at his side, a big smile plastered on her face.

"Who's ready for his last night of being a free man?" John asked, and Cynthia elbowed him in the ribs. I laughed nervously. I didn't want John to know how nervous I really was, because I knew he would use it to his advantage.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning, then?" Charlotte said, turning to face me. I smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Of course."

"Yeah yeah, save all the mushy stuff for after the wedding," John scoffed dramatically, and Charlotte laughed.

"Okay drama queen, let's get going."

John hooted, grabbing my arm and pulling me behind him. "Let's go! We've got places to be!"