in
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Chapter 38
Morgan changed into her
reception dress, and I changed back into my bridesmaid dress just
after the ceremony. We sat in the hotel room together.
“I can’t believe you knew about this.”
“Well believe it, sistah.”
I rolled my eyes. “And you never told me. Or let me pick my
dress, or plan anything.”
“You liked the dress, didn’t you?”
I grinned, thinking of it. “Of course I did.”
She twisted her lips into a snarled smile. “See?”
I laughed shortly, sitting back on the bed. “This is so
weird! I can’t believe I’m
married.”
She chuckled at me. “Cross 18 off your bucket
list.”
My eyes met hers. They were flooded with happiness. “Thank
you,” I murmured.
Her smile brightened. “No problem, kiddo.”
“No, I mean it,” I insisted. “Thank you so
much. For everything. For being there, for being a mom. I needed
that. I needed someone to be there for me and to do these things.
And I know I don’t tell you this all the time, but I love
you, Morgan. Thank you.”
Her eyes were suddenly overwhelmed with tears. She seemed
slightly awestruck. “Aw, Kail, of course. I love you too,
and I want the best for you. I want you to be happy.”
“I am happy,” I assured her. “Thank
you.”
She giggled shortly, wiping her eyes. “Oh, come
here!” she told me, and pulled me into a hug. She consumed
me, squeezing me tightly. Tears spilled from my eyes into her
auburn curls.
She stepped away and wiped my eyes. “Come on, now,
it’s time to rejoin the party.”
So we walked out together, hand in hand, but then separated when
we met our husbands. Husband. Anthony was my husband.
We watched as Aidan and Morgan danced around the ballroom,
partying and drinking and enjoying themselves. Anthony and I
shared laughs and congratulations, and apparently I was the only
one at the wedding that wasn’t aware that I was getting
married. Even Ben and his wife knew.
There were many of Anthony’s friends from back home
arriving now, including Alex and his girlfriend.
“When we get home, you should pack,” Anthony murmured
into my ear.
“Pack for what?”
He chuckled. “Our honeymoon.”
I looked back to him, wide-eyed and in shock. “Honeymoon?
We’re not going on a honeymoon.”
“Yeah we are, with Morgan and Aidan.”
“Where?” I breathed.
“San Salvador. We’re each getting our own beach
houses. It was funded by an uncle of mine; he owns a house down
there.”
My jaw dropped, in utter shock. There was a lot going on in my
head at that point.
“I can’t believe you never told me,” I muttered
at him.
“Hey,” he purred, pulling me closer to him. “I
love surprises, remember?”
Eventually, it was time for the first dance. Anthony and I made
our way to the center of the floor, Morgan and Aidan by our side.
And the song ‘At Last’ came on, lowly at first. My
breath caught in my throat. “You remembered?” I
murmured, and he smiled in return.
Anthony pulled me closer to him while Morgan and Aidan whirled
around us. We only stood in the middle, his head on my shoulder.
And in his arms, I had purpose. I wasn’t worthless anymore.
He filled the vacancy in my chest with an infinite love.
He completed me.
Sorry
this is so boring meh.
By the way, their honeymoon is my most favorite part of the story
(: I can't wait to post it!
*I don't notify, please
don't ask.*
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nostalgicflower · 1 decade ago
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I think this story is amazing and now i think it's even more amazing because my parents are from El Salvador :)