Chapter Eleven

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Our Wedding Band

Chapter Eleven

 

When I woke up the next morning, I didn’t realise that it was my wedding day. It wasn’t until I sat up with my back against the velvet pillows and looked around my hotel room that it dawned on me; that something was missing. A note by the bedside table caught my attention, so I carefully leant over to grab hold of it to see what it said.

‘Only a few more hours until you will officially be my mrs, as tradition goes, I cannot see you until the wedding but don’t worry the girls will look after you for now. Love Bx’ it read.

I felt a stray tear leave my eye, and so I jumped out to see exactly who was staying in the suite with me. I figured if Braison wasn’t here then maybe he’d taken the boys with him.

“Hello?” I called down the hallways, as I made my way out into the kitchen. Nothing seemed out of place, but I was never one to notice detail.

“There you are.” A voice I know very well came from behind me.

“Callum.” I turned around to face him, he was dressed in a baggy T-shirt and brightly coloured board shorts, a shy smile on his face.

“It’s your big day.” He said softly, looking into my eyes.

“I know.” I just couldn’t believe it, I never imagined this day would ever come and it finally was, the tears came back into my eyes and he noticed them.

“Don’t cry.” He came closer and gave me a friendly rub on the back.

“I’m just so happy.” I told him laughing through the tears.

“I know.” He said, bringing me in for a hug, “You’re going to be the most beautiful bride in the world.” He promised, gently rubbing my shoulder.

“Callum?” I asked, and he stopped moving.

“Yeah?” he answered letting go of me.

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