Bringin' on the Heartbreak

19

Today Georgia and I are going to pick out the wedding dresses. We decided we wanted a small family affair, but still a Christmassy winter theme. With just six months to go, I figured it was time to start wedding planning.

"I love that one on you." Georgia says, inspecting the long sleeved wedding dress I have on currently. The lace sleeves wrap tightly around my arms and the sweetheart-styled neckline accentuates my chest perfectly.

"I love it too, and I think Sav would love it too." I smile as I look at myself in the mirror. Georgia is adjusting the dress with her red-painted nails. She's quite the perfectionist.

"Oh, he definitely would love it." She smiles at my reflection in the mirror.

"I think it's the one." I beam, spinning around to face her.

—

After picking out my wedding dress and Georgia's dress we head back home. I know Sav is there with Declan, so I have to be discreet with the dress. I'm taking it home so that I can take it to get altered later.

Upon walking in the house, Sav is in the kitchen making dinner. He has Declan in his playpen, who is cooing and making light noises.

"Welcome back." He smiles and waves at me. "How did dress shopping go?"

"Well..." I glance down at the dress bag in my arms.

"What's that?" He points at the dress bag and grins from the kitchen.

"It's the dress. No peeking." I smile, holding it behind me. I ease past him and hang up the dress in our guest bedroom closet, just to make sure Sav doesn't take a peek at it.

—

"Put the wedding planning away. I think you've done enough for tonight." Sav chuckles, kissing me before taking the wedding magazines from my lap and crawling into bed next to me. He placed them on the bedside table and turned off the lamp. I snuggle closer to him and he wraps his arms around me.

"It still doesn't feel real that I'm going to be your wife." I say against his chest. I feel it rising and falling as he breathes. His scent is sending pulses through my veins.

"I can't believe I'm going to be your husband." He slides his hand up and down my back, stopping to squeeze my side.

"We've come so far." I laugh.

"And yet, we still have so much left to do." He adds to my statement.

—

I had no idea that the curly-haired, blue-eyed, biggest-smile-in-the-world rockstar I met in the airport that day would become my fiancé, the father of my child, my best friend, and soon my husband. Life has a funny way of doing things but I would not take any of it back.

Things have been going well lately. Declan is doing much better, already getting back to his spunky little self. Wedding planning is going amazing. The to do list never seems to end but we will get there eventually, especially with the help of Georgia.

Today's agenda is picking out flowers. My least favorite part.

I sneeze for probably the hundredth time since walking in the florist. All the floral aromas are messing with my allergies.

"So you wanted to incorporate white roses?" The florist asks. She tips down her glasses to look at us from behind the counter.

"Yes. White and red roses with some form of greenery." I confirm, sniffling.

"Mentally jotting down that you need to take down allergy medicine before the wedding." Georgia whispers to me, giggling.

"Alright, you're all set! Congratulations."

"Thank you." I say, and we exit the store.

As we're walking out of the store, I stop in my tracks at what I see in front of me.

My fiancé and Cami, the young girl from the record shop in London, sitting at a cafe table across the street from where I'm currently standing. Laughing. Together.