WHY DO YOU LOVE ME.
When Reina accepted the role of maid-of-honor
for her best friend's wedding, she was thinking
of one thing; her best friend's happiness.
But in the midst of planning the best night of her friend's life, she runs into a problem...
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REINA'S POV
It's kinda cold today, but for some reason, Stef wanted to have a picnic. Weird timing for a picnic in my opinion considering its just past New Years and not at all prime picnicking weather, but she's the bride, so who am I to deny her? Also, it meant I got to bring Charlie along.
The last week with Charlie has been...amazing.
Is it weird to say that about a dog? Who knows. But what I do know is I've been wearing a permanent smile now that he's in my house. It's nice to know that when I'm talking, it isn't just into the void, but rather to a dog, who despite not being able to understand a word I'm saying will tilt his head making me feel like he does. He makes me happy, he really does.
Well, apart from that one night.
I was cradling Charlie like a baby, something he did not like. Then it hit me all at once that I'm getting old. I'm not some ditzy teenager playing around anymore blissfully unaware of the ticking clock looming above me because I was nowhere near the time of the clock stopping. I'm an adult whose clock is quickly nearing the end. So, if I wanted an actual baby to be cradling the way I am this dog, I need to get a hold of myself. Charlie found it easy to escape my arms when that settled in, my arms going limp as I slumped back against my couch with a sigh.
Is it safe to admit I'm terrified of being in love?
That's a safe confession to make, right?
Because I am. Being in love means opening yourself up, allowing someone to see all your darkest thoughts and well-kept secrets, vulnerability is always expected. Am I ready for all that? I can barely let my own friends see that part of me, and I love them more than anything in the world. So, how am I to let someone else into those parts of me that I myself am scared to explore?
It's a lot to think about.
Which is why I pushed it to the back of my mind when I went to meet with the bridal crew, as Stef referred to us, in the park. I arrived last, Stef and Dylan already sat on a blanket with a laptop in front of them and a notebook, while Matthew was lying on his back. Charlie alerted them of our arrival, barking as he attempted to take off running toward them, a feat he continuously failed as I kept my grip of his leash.
Stef welcomed me with a wide grin as I dropped down onto the blanket, Charlie throwing himself at the first person that'd have him. "You're late, but I forgive you," Stef says, picking up Charlie to hug him. "How's dog mom life treating you? Sick of it yet?"
I shot her a look. "Never," I say with a scoff. "Charlie is my one true love, I'll never be tired of him." I glance over at Matthew, seeing his eyes are already on me. "Thank you, again," I say softly, smiling at him.
He waves it off. "You've already thanked me like twenty times and sent me flowers."
Dylan snorts at that, and my cheeks flush. "Flowers?" He questions, earning him a nudge from Stef.
