Chapter12

#Chapter12

Wedding Decisions

After the Halloween fiasco, Nash and I were getting bombarded with wedding decisions. They could do whatever they wanted. All I wanted to do is show up.

I laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Nash walked in and climbed on top of me, hovering over me. /"The ceiling will still be there, no matter how hard you stare at it./"

/"I know./" I sighed.

/"What’s wrong, baby girl?/"

/"Is it weird that I don’t care what they decide about the wedding?/"

He gazed at me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. /"All I want to say is I do./"

A smile curled upon his lips as he kissed me. Then my phone rang. We sighed. Please, let it not be about the wedding. I saw a random number and answered it. /"Hello?/"

The person started speaking, and I said, /"No, I don’t want to buy any magazines./" I hung up. I hate solicitors.