Brenda Vance is finally marrying her dream man. She never expected to find her happily ever after in life. But thanks to her best friend and one true love Aaron Winters, the will do just that.
Brenda worries that because everything is falling into p...
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"I love your a handful, that's why I have two hands!"
Brenda
I had planned so much. I was not nearly done with the wedding planning. I was starting to worry that I was not going to be done by the time the wedding was here for Aaron and myself.
I only wanted the wedding day to be perfect. But I did not want to ruin this wedding by trying to get it perfect. I was listing to my families wedding stories.
And friends!
From what I understood no wedding was perfect. Aaron and I were not going to have a perfect wedding. I did not care as long as I was marrying Aaron.
That was all that mattered to me. I could not wait to marry him. He was the love of my life. He always had been, and he always would be. I had gotten up early that day to make him breakfast in bed.
I was not much of a cook. But I could whip up a mean batch of pancakes. I microwaved bacon. And got the coffee going. Soon I was humming. I washed the dishes then got a tray of food set up for Aaron.
He was going to love this surprise I made for him. He needed time to sleep in. He worked so hard for his business. He needed this time off. I head up the stairs to find Aaron was in the shower. I sit on the bed pouting as I set our breakfast tray on the bed.
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"Can't I do anything right?" I sigh to myself.
I eat a piece of Aaron's toast I made. Wallowing in my self-pity.
"Good morning" Aaron whistles as he comes in the room wearing nothing, but a towel wrapped around his waistline. He leans down to kiss me good morning.
"Morning" I sigh.
"Why the long face?" he asks me.
He notices the breakfast that I made just for him.
"For me? You cooked for me?" he gushes. He takes a drink of coffee. "Your coffee gets better and better" he brags on me.
"Really?" I ask him.
He nods. "I love it baby. Thank you for thinking of me"
"I was trying to surprise you and you were already up" I grumble.
"I know sweetheart, but you still made this for me. I love it all. Let's eat after I get dressed" he tells me.
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He cheerfully hums and gets dressed then he fixes his hair. He smelled like a million dollars. He sits down beside me on the bed. I feed him a bite of toast with jam on it.
Then we chat and eat together. I loved moments like this with him. We used to have breakfast together before we both went to school back in the days. He would meet here he loved my moms cooking. And his mother had already been off to work.
