Harassenger: Backseat Admirer ✔️

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-One

One year later...

"I now pronounce you husband and wife."

In the summer of 2019, Mick and I got married under the big oak tree at Salty Edge Park in witness of our closest family and friends.

Mom sat in the front row next to my baby sister who wore her royal, flower crown, holding onto her puppy that she just had to walk down the aisle with. On the side of my family, a picture of my father took the foldable chair, because even though he wasn't physically here, he'd be watching over us. Next to them sat Desmond, giving gestures toward Mick to fix his tie and dust off his boots, but Mick ignored him. On the side of them, a waving, head-over-heels in love man sat waving at his girlfriend, Trixie, who served as my maid of honor; I had a feeling there would be another wedding soon with the two of those lovebirds.

I noticed in the far back of the crowd, my grandmother was here to see me, as I had a hunch she would be. We spoke about two months ago, and she told me she'd be here, but like usual, I knew her gypsy soul would give way again and she'd be gone for another couple of months, but I was content with that. The rest of the crowd consisted of my distant relatives and thanks to Della, all of my blind dates, from Adam on down, showed up.

Speaking of Della, she served as Holt's date by default, but neither talked to one another throughout the evening. Holt served as one of Mick's groomsmen, although he blatantly admitted to holding onto his love for me. But I knew now I couldn't hold back from my future with Mick for anyone. After today, we would spend the rest of our life together in Salty Edge, or wherever our life may take us.

"You may now kiss the bride." Our officiant, who was more suitable for the job than I ever was, married us in front of our beloved family. Mick picked me up from the bottom of my mermaid style dress, bringing me into a deep kiss as the crowd erupted in cheers.

The bridal party congratulated us on our wedding, all but one: Holt. I shook it off, deciding that this was my day.

I grabbed onto Mick's hand, and grabbed my bouquet of red roses from the hand of Trixie, who couldn't wait to walk down the aisle after me. She was happy to see me get married, as this day had been planned for so long.

As the wedding progressed, we celebrated our love with a gourmet meal of vegan-free burgers, barbecue, pizza, and a chocolate fountain under a beautifully lit pavilion at the park.

"Alright, it's time to throw the bouquet before the happy couple set off on their awaited honeymoon." The DJ lead me to the center, surrounding me with twenty or more screaming girls so I could toss the bouquet before Mick and I left for our honeymoon. Truth was, we didn't have an real honeymoon planned. Actually, we were going wherever the open road took us.

I took the bouquet in both my hands, and instead of pretending to throw it, I tossed it in the air as far as it go, or ass far as my weak, upper body could throw it.

I turned around, peaking with one eye open to see which single lady caught the bouquet.

As I scanned the crowd, I see the people disperse, Della Andrews...excuse me...the former Della Andrews...now Della Clark...caught my bouquet.

I smiled, waving at her before walking over to where she stood.

"Congratulations! Let's get a picture together." I wanted to get every moment of the best day if my life on film.

Della agreed to take a photograph, scooting in closer as the two of us smiled together in front of my photographer. Once my eyes cleared from the flash, I turned to her to speak.

"Thanks again for coming to the wedding."

"Oh, it's no problem. It's the least I could do since you came to mine. Alright, alright, I mostly came for the free alcohol." She smiled.

"Yes, and I'm glad you did. Otherwise, who else would have won the bouquet toss? Oh gosh, that's right! Isn't it a tradition in your family that whatever single lady catches the bouquet must go on blind dates of the bride's choosing?"

"Yes, but..."

"Swell! I can't wait to pick some blind dates for you." I winked.

"But Natt.."

"No buts." I interrupted her, smiling to myself.

"Come on, we gotta go." Mick had finally found me again, grabbing onto my hand, my loose, silver wedding ring being tugged as we ran out to my little, red Jeep while applauded by everyone. I giggled along with Mick, pointing at the silver, wedding bells attached to the back of the vehicle that his groomsmen put there, and then the shaving cream on the back glass that read: Just Married.

As we left from our wedding, I let Mick drive my Jeep this time, letting him take me wherever our hearts desired.

"Baby, this has been the best day of my life, apart from the day I met you. I'm so glad my stupid truck had a flat tire."

"Yes, me too. But we can always count on Old Faithful here." I said, tapping on the dash of the car, the dust that had accumulated over the years still fresh.

"Yepp, so where is this ole Jeep taking us first on our adventure?" Mick asked.

"I don't know. What would be the fun if there wasn't an element of surprise?"

Mick smiled back at me, giving me another kiss before pressing on the gas.

"Ready, Natalie Conrad?" He smirked.

"I've been ready." And, just like that, the road beckoned us forward for yet another story we were bound to tell.

THE END