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did nothing about it?” Jo’s voice began to rise as her anger became visible.
    “I’m a driver sweetheart, not a mechanic.”
    Jo gasped loudly in shock, he had succeeded in fully angering her, did he not notice that she was pregnant? One thing that I had learned in the past six months was that a pregnant angry lady made a standard angry lady look like a kitten.
    “Firstly; do not call me sweetheart, you prat. And secondly; what the hell is a choke anyway?” Jo’s voice had gone up an octave; she was getting herself really worked up, just minutes into our married life.
    “Is there any hope that the car may start?” I asked calmly.
    “I’m sorry Mr. Mackenzie but it’s looking highly unlikely,” he replied apologetically.
    “I don’t believe this,” Jo whined. “It’s my wedding day, My.Wedding. Day.” She repeated sadly. “We have a house full of guests waiting to celebrate with us, this is just a disaster.” Jo began picking at the petals from her bouquet as her eye brows drew together in sadness. “The pain that follows the happiness, it came back.”
    “It’s just a car Jo; this is not going to ruin our day. I won’t allow it to ruin our day.”
    Jo lifted her eyes to me, “call the house, have someone come down and collect us, it’s not how I imaged getting to my wedding reception but it will have to do.”
    I sighed, “I don’t have my phone, Alex was calling you all to see where you were, and because he doesn’t have Anthony’s number or Jemma’s, he used my phone and then never gave it back to me.” Jo looked at me with disbelief before turning to the driver.
    “Can we use your phone please?”
    “Of course, here,” the driver took his phone from his pocket and handed it to Jo. After a few seconds Jo sighed heavily and handed it back to him.
    “It may be a good idea to charge your phone, that way if your old banger ever breaks down then you can call somebody to come and rescue you maybe.” Her sarcasm was evident.
    “You will have to go back into the church Blake, there’s no other alternative.”
    “Reverend Matthews left the church after the service Jo,” I replied carefully.
    “Great.” she snapped. “So were stuck here, no houses, no ‘phone boxes, absolutely no way to communicate with anyone, how ridiculous!” she yelled.
    We sat in silence for a moment as I thought hard about how we were going to get home and then I did the only thing that I could think of; I climbed out of the car and walked around to Jo’s door and opened it. Still, her eyes stayed down as she picked a petal from one of the roses and crushed it between her fingers. I crouched down to her level and turned her face gently to face me, she was trying desperately to hold back the tears that had pooled in her eyes.
    “Hey, wife,” I said gently, a small smile tugged on her lips. “It’s just a car; it is not going to spoil the best day of our lives.” I stood and held my hand out to Jo.
    “What are you doing?” She asked curiously.
    “Well the car isn’t going anywhere so we have no choice, out you come.” I said as I beckoned her with my fingers.
    Jo burst into laughter, “If you think for one second that I am walking home dressed like this with these stupid shoes on, in snow, might I add, then you are very much mistaken.”
    “Just get out of the car,” I sighed. We continued to hold each other’s glare for a few minutes, both of us too stubborn to give in, until eventually Jo gave in first and huffed out of the car.
    “Fine,” she snapped. “I will greet my guests looking like a bloody tramp.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her as I removed my coat and placed it around her shoulders.
    “Do you seriously think that I would make my pregnant wife walk home, in this weather?” Jo looked at me confused before I leaned down and took her into my arms. Jo let out a little squeal as her feet left the floor. Her expression softened and she smiled at me lovingly.
     
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