It had been a month since my dad's funeral and Ransom's proposal. I can't say I have gotten better but I hadn't gotten worse. I was doing a little better than just surviving. Helping our moms with wedding planning has helped that, giving me an outlet, something to focus on.
As soon as we told them, they flew into panic planning mode. They were so worried about venues and making sure all the right people knew so they could clear their schedules of anything that might not be as important. Under normal circumstances neither Ransom nor myself would've wanted this much fuss but this was the first thing my mom had smiled about in weeks, even if it was just for brief moments and I couldn't take that away from her, and Ransom didn't want to upset me by upsetting her so we just sat there, dealing with it.
And that's how we found ourselves at Gramps' house the weekend after Valentine's Day, the guests of honor at our engagement party, surrounded by our family and then at least fifty, but probably more, people we didn't know, at least not personally.
So there we were in the foyer, greeting guests that we either didn't know or didn't like. "I'm gonna run and get a drink. Do you want one?" Ransom asks me.
"Please dear God!" I say a little too loudly, as some heads turn in our direction. He laughs before kissing me and walking away to hunt down which room the bar was set up in.
After a few moments I'm about to go join him when the front door opens again and I groan, turning back to it. In walks Laurel, which is shocking enough because she shouldn't have been invited. There were very few people on that list that Ransom and I gave to our moms but she was definitely at or near the top. But to make matters worse, she's sporting a bump and this horrible feeling settles over me.
"Laurel. What are you doing here?" I ask, tensely.
"I was invited." She says sickly sweet.
"Umm, I can guarantee you weren't but thankfully I won't have to worry about this on my wedding day. Demons can't step foot on holy ground."
"You should probably start being nicer to me Bentley, seeing as we're going to be in each other's lives for a long time now."
Panic starts to set in and the world starts turning a little too fast. "No."
"That's right... I'm having Ransom's baby before you can." She says evilly.
There's a crash and I turn around to see Ransom is standing close enough behind us to have heard everything. Our drinks are now on the floor and I don't recognize the look in his eyes.
"You're lying." I say quietly, almost like a prayer. Please let her be lying.
"Oh no sweetheart. I'm not. But if you don't believe me, that's fine. Have him take a DNA test." She raises her perfectly plucked eyebrows in a challenge. I swallow back the tears that are threatening to spill over. This cannot be happening.
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