Kidnapped Books 1&2&3 (Watty Awards)

Book 2-- Chapter 4 Our House

My hands shook and I dropped my bouquet. I stopped to pick it up and nearly fell. Dad caught me.

“Are you ok?” He asked, smiling.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I whispered. My voice wouldn’t raise any higher. Last night at the bachelorette party Emma threw me I was fine, but now. My legs felt like jello as I heard the song start. Emma, my maid of honor started out. She looked beautiful in her sapphire gown. The rest of the bride’s maids followed. The music picked up, my cue.

“Help me,” I whispered to Dad. He laughed and wrapped his arm through mine. He squeezed my hand and somehow managed to get me into the church. The people stood and stared at me. Exactly what I needed, witnesses to see my fall flat on my face. They all began to cry and take pictures. Jack, the ring bearer, and the flower girl, one of Jace’s cousins, had made it up to the altar. I looked to Jace. He stood up there beaming, waiting to take me from my dad. His best man, a friend from California, elbowed him, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Jace stepped down from the altar and held out his arm for me to take. Dad whispered something to him. Jace laughed and physically took me from Dad, I could move. He guided me toward the altar.

“I think I’m going to throw up,” I whispered. 

“Just look at me, forget everything else.” He said. I nodded and stared into his muddy eyes. Eyes that were all mine now. I grinned. The priest started his speech, I didn’t really listen. I just stared at Jace. The priest asked me something. I looked at Jace. “I do,” He mouthed. Oh yeah.

“I do,” I whispered. Everyone awed, wonderful. The priest turned to Jace.

“I do,” He whispered. My legs buckled beneath me. Jace’s arms held me up. I didn’t even realize I had my ring on my finger. I didn’t remember saying anything. Oh well.

“You may now kiss the bride,” The priest said. Jace wrapped his arms around me, good thing because I would have fallen. He kissed me as the bells began to ring.

The music in the reception hall was already playing when we got there. The tables were all set up around the dance floor, which would get a lot of use tonight. Immediately people started dancing. Waiters dodged around serving drinks and food. Then dinner was served. Everyone sat at their tables eating while people made teary speeches. I tried to listen, honest I did.

Jace and I had saved out first dance until the end, because that’s how we roll. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the middle of the dance floor. He held me close; I rested my head on his shoulder.

“So, how do you like being Mrs. Dawson?” he whispered.

“It makes me sound old,” I whined. He laughed and kissed the top of my head.

“You’re not old,” He said.

“I feel it,” I answered.

“You’re only 20, Iz.” He laughed. My dad cut off my retort. He stole me away from Jace. I fought the urge to complain and run back.

“My little girl is all grown up,” He whispered. I could feel him trying to hide his tears in my hair. Poor Dad.

“Don’t cry, Dad. I’ll always be your little girl whether you want me to be or not.” I teased.

“I’m sort of depressed Jace won’t have to deal with that cranky moody pregnant you.” He laughed.

“Who says he won’t have to?” I asked.

Dad’s face went blank. What he thought I would never want to have kids or something?

“I just thought,” He said awkwardly.