Wedding Night

His

I had been up before the sun, counting down every second until I got to see her. I stayed in bed until I got a text from David, a mutual friend of ours. He told me that he would be leaving his house pretty soon to pick me up. David only lived an hour away, so I decided to get up and get ready.

The first thing I did before I got in the shower was text my fiancée. I hoped she would wake up to that text, knowing her, it would be her alarm. I waltzed over to the thermostat and turned on the heat because it was cold outside.

I stayed in the shower a little longer than normal; daydreaming that the next time I showered would probably be with her. I subtly breathed in and out, trying to calm myself, letting the warm waters relax my tense muscles.

My shower was abruptly interrupted by a knock on the door. I stepped out onto the downy rug that Aubree had bought for me. Water drops slid down from my skin and onto my present. I reached for my towel and tied it around my waist.

I peeked through the small window over the toilet and saw David standing outside in the cold. I smirked. How long was I in there for? I strolled to the front door, wincing slightly when the brisk air hit my bare skin. I stepped out of the way for David to enter; he wasn’t pleased.

“Where are your clothes?” He asked me while making his self comfortable on my couch.

“I’m pretty sure they’re in my closet. Maybe I should go check?” I teased and jogged into my bedroom, pulling out the outfit I had picked out yesterday for today.

I got dressed quickly; pulling a shirt over my toothbrush wasn’t easy. I ran a hand covered in moisturizer through my hair, hoping it would do for now, and slipped on a pair of sneakers. I sniffed my arm pits to make sure I had deodorant on and jetted back into the living room. I grinned at David who was tapping his foot impatiently.

“I’m ready to go.” I said with a thumb stretched out in front of me.

“Where’s your suitcase?” He cocked an eyebrow.

I sucked my teeth and palmed my face. That was the most important thing, the icing on the cake. How did I manage to forget that? I pointed my index finger towards the ceiling and slowly backed away until I was in front of the hallway closet. I opened it and glanced down at the dark leather.

“Now you’re ready to go.” My friend said with a nod of approval and stood to his feet. “We don’t want to keep everyone waiting any longer.”

“What are you talking about? The wedding isn’t for a while.” I replied as I followed him out the front door.

“You’re right, but that’s not what I’m talking about.” He slid into the driver’s seat.

I sat beside him confused, but also intrigued. We drove in silence for the entire ride, not speaking a word, not even breathing loudly. I was just so excited to see my soon-to-be wife. No other thought be could processed, not even the thought of communication.

We pulled into the back of a house that I had never seen before. It was huge and had a beautiful back patio that looked so welcoming. The car pulled besides a swing set, and David pulled the key from the ignition. He looked at me and took a deep breath. His heavy hand collided with my shoulder and shook me.

“Are you ready?” He asked me with a smile.

“Ready for what exactly?”

“To get married!”

Without waiting for a response, David slide out of the car and headed towards the patio. He turned to glance at me and flicked his wrist for me to follow and then disappeared into the gigantic house. I shortly followed after my friend, unbuckling my seatbelt and finding my way onto the patio.