rolled her eyes. “Cheesy line, my friend.”
I grinned and leaned over for a kiss.
“Can I ask you one more thing that came up this morning?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said, glad that we’d picked a date and ready to move along t o the next step in planning our day together.
“Where did your money come from?”
I hated talking about it, but I knew I’d dodged the issue enough. I had to tell her. I’d made something up about it being a long story, but it really wasn’t. Where it had come from was actually simple, but the issues surrounding it brought up a lot of painful memories for me.
“My dad,” I finally said.
Her eyes lowered and she looked mortified that she’d pressed the issue. “Nick, I’m so sorry I asked.”
“Don’t be. There’s more to it, but suffice it to say that I had a trust fund set up for me. I was able to access that fund after I turned twenty-one.”
“Thank you for telling me.”
“Don’t thank me. You’re going to be my wife, and I want to be honest with you.” I was glad to reveal one of the secrets of my past to her, but I knew what she was going to ask next. And I was right.
“Then do you want to fill me in on your wild summer? Or your relationship with your mother?”
I chuckled and glanced out the window. “Didn’t I say that was a story for a rainy day? Doesn’t look like rain tonight, baby.”
She giggled, and she dropped it. Thank God. Even though she was going to be my wife in just a few months, I just didn’t want to talk about the shit that went on that summer with anyone, my future wife included.
CHAPTER 9
JULIANNE BECKER
I was suddenly overwhelmed with wedding planning. Perhaps trying to plan a wedding in just over five months was over-shooting my organizational abilities just a tad, especially given that I’d also just started a new job.
Good thing my boss was understanding.
I called my mom after Nick and I had decided on our date and told her.
“That’s not enough time!” she exclaimed at first.
Shit, of course she was right. But we were going to make it happen.
And then she asked me, “Are you pregnant?”
I hadn’t realized that would be the first question on everyone’s mind. Getting married in under six months obviously meant a shotgun wedding.
“Mother!” I exclaimed. “No, I am not pregnant!”
“Then why the rush, honey?”
“No rush. We’re just ready. I don’t want to wait to be his wife, and he doesn’t want to wait to be my husband.”
“I get that, but these things take time to plan.”
“Nick said he’d hire a planner to do the majority of the work.”
“That’s nice of him, but it’s a waste of money. You know I’ve dreamed of helping you plan your wedding since you were a little girl. I never dreamed of helping your wedding planner plan your wedding.”
I sighed. As much as I wanted to say that it wasn’t about her, it absolutely was. Weddings were about families and friends, not just the bride and groom, and I fully knew that. But, selfishly maybe, I didn’t want to wait.
“I know, Mom. And you’ll still have a big hand in helping me plan. Want to go dress shopping this weekend?”
“Yes. Have you called your sister yet?”
“She’s next on my list.”
“She’s not going to take your date well.”
“Why not?”
“Two kids at home and now being your matron of honor?”
“True. But I never said she was going to be my matron of honor.”
“Isn’t she?”
“Of course. But I don’t like that it’s just assumed.”
“Sorry. Call her and let’s plan on Saturday at noon for dresses?”
“Perfect. See you then.”
I called Jamie next, and my mother was right.
“What do you mean August first?” she yelled.
“I mean August first.”
“Are you pregnant?”
“No!” I yelled indignantly.
“I won’t have dropped my baby weight by then, Jules. I don’t want to look fat in all of your pictures. You’re putting a lot of pressure on
I grinned and leaned over for a kiss.
“Can I ask you one more thing that came up this morning?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said, glad that we’d picked a date and ready to move along t o the next step in planning our day together.
“Where did your money come from?”
I hated talking about it, but I knew I’d dodged the issue enough. I had to tell her. I’d made something up about it being a long story, but it really wasn’t. Where it had come from was actually simple, but the issues surrounding it brought up a lot of painful memories for me.
“My dad,” I finally said.
Her eyes lowered and she looked mortified that she’d pressed the issue. “Nick, I’m so sorry I asked.”
“Don’t be. There’s more to it, but suffice it to say that I had a trust fund set up for me. I was able to access that fund after I turned twenty-one.”
“Thank you for telling me.”
“Don’t thank me. You’re going to be my wife, and I want to be honest with you.” I was glad to reveal one of the secrets of my past to her, but I knew what she was going to ask next. And I was right.
“Then do you want to fill me in on your wild summer? Or your relationship with your mother?”
I chuckled and glanced out the window. “Didn’t I say that was a story for a rainy day? Doesn’t look like rain tonight, baby.”
She giggled, and she dropped it. Thank God. Even though she was going to be my wife in just a few months, I just didn’t want to talk about the shit that went on that summer with anyone, my future wife included.
CHAPTER 9
JULIANNE BECKER
I was suddenly overwhelmed with wedding planning. Perhaps trying to plan a wedding in just over five months was over-shooting my organizational abilities just a tad, especially given that I’d also just started a new job.
Good thing my boss was understanding.
I called my mom after Nick and I had decided on our date and told her.
“That’s not enough time!” she exclaimed at first.
Shit, of course she was right. But we were going to make it happen.
And then she asked me, “Are you pregnant?”
I hadn’t realized that would be the first question on everyone’s mind. Getting married in under six months obviously meant a shotgun wedding.
“Mother!” I exclaimed. “No, I am not pregnant!”
“Then why the rush, honey?”
“No rush. We’re just ready. I don’t want to wait to be his wife, and he doesn’t want to wait to be my husband.”
“I get that, but these things take time to plan.”
“Nick said he’d hire a planner to do the majority of the work.”
“That’s nice of him, but it’s a waste of money. You know I’ve dreamed of helping you plan your wedding since you were a little girl. I never dreamed of helping your wedding planner plan your wedding.”
I sighed. As much as I wanted to say that it wasn’t about her, it absolutely was. Weddings were about families and friends, not just the bride and groom, and I fully knew that. But, selfishly maybe, I didn’t want to wait.
“I know, Mom. And you’ll still have a big hand in helping me plan. Want to go dress shopping this weekend?”
“Yes. Have you called your sister yet?”
“She’s next on my list.”
“She’s not going to take your date well.”
“Why not?”
“Two kids at home and now being your matron of honor?”
“True. But I never said she was going to be my matron of honor.”
“Isn’t she?”
“Of course. But I don’t like that it’s just assumed.”
“Sorry. Call her and let’s plan on Saturday at noon for dresses?”
“Perfect. See you then.”
I called Jamie next, and my mother was right.
“What do you mean August first?” she yelled.
“I mean August first.”
“Are you pregnant?”
“No!” I yelled indignantly.
“I won’t have dropped my baby weight by then, Jules. I don’t want to look fat in all of your pictures. You’re putting a lot of pressure on
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