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warmth. With the salty breeze, I didn’t get too hot.
Caeden got off his phone and plopped next to me, kicking up sand around us.
“Your mom?”
“Yeah,” he groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hope she never goes into the wedding planning business full time. She’s a nightmare . If she calls me one more time, I think I might explode.”
I laughed and bumped his shoulder with mine. “She’s not that bad.”
“Are you kidding me?” he turned his blue eyed gaze to me. “She keeps asking me about the cake, the food, and the music. And then she always starts crying!”
“Caeden,” I scolded. “This is an emotional time for her. Her oldest son is getting married.” I rubbed his back.
“Ugh, I know,” he rubbed his eyes. “Your mom seems a lot calmer about all of this.”
I shrugged. “ She’s okay, as of right now, but I think when it’s the day of the wedding and she sees me in the dress, the altar, the whole shebang… I think it’ll hit her then.”
“We better make sure they stock up on tissues,” he chuckled.
“Maybe, we can make Bryce carry a tray of tissues around,” I laughed at the image my mind had conjured up.
Caeden rubbed at the stubble on his jaw. “Ugh, enough wedding talk,” he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me down into the sand.
“Oh no!” My eyes widened and I feigned shock. “Please tell me you aren’t going to be one of those guys.”
He laughed at my sarcasm. “And what’s one of those guys?”
“You know… the ones who put everythi ng off on the bride-to-be and are the real reason she turns into a bridezilla.”
He rubbed his nose tantalizingly against my neck. “Nah, I wouldn’t do that to you. I just know that once we get home , it’s going to be non-stop wedding talk. I’d prefer not to think about it right now.”
I laughed. “I kinda have to agree. My mom’s already reminded me six times that we have an appointment at the bakery when we get back.”
Caeden smiled. “Now, cake is something I can handle.” He rubbed his flat stomach.
“Don’t get too excited,” I warned him. “I already know what flavor I want.”
He shook his head. “Just don’t tell them that. I still want to eat some free samples.”
“You and your stomach,” I pushed his sun-warmed shoulder.
He draped his arms over his knees. “I don’t know any sane guy that would pass up the chance to eat free cake samples.”
“You’re probably right,” I picked up some sand and watched it fall through my fingers. “Caeden…” I swallowed, suddenly serious.
“Yeah,” he looked over at me, his eyes squinted from the bright sunlight.
“Promise me nothing’s going to change,” I reached over and cupped his face with my hand. “Please promise, that once we’re married, we’ll still be Caeden and Sophie.”
He leaned into my hand. “Babe, that’s an easy promise to keep.”
“Good,” I licked my dry lips and pulled away. I hated broaching this subject , because I knew it upset Caeden, but I wanted, no, I needed to know. “Would your dad have liked me?” My voice was soft, almost child-like, as I asked the question.
“Of course,” he answered immediately, one brow raised. “He would’ve thought you were wonderful. I’m sure he would’ve tried to drag you fishing with him. He could never get mom to go with him. You know, I’ve been thinking,” he said slowly, like he was almost afraid to voice his thoughts aloud. “I think they were mates all along , and didn’t know it. They were always so in love,” he stared off at the ocean. “When they were in a room together their eyes never strayed far from one another.” He swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed. I rubbed his back, knowing he was getting emotional. My hair blew around me and tickled my shoulders. “I’ve seen my mom look at my dad the same way you sometimes look at me, and it’s a look of the purest, most true love out there.” A tear slid down his cheek.
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Caeden got off his phone and plopped next to me, kicking up sand around us.
“Your mom?”
“Yeah,” he groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hope she never goes into the wedding planning business full time. She’s a nightmare . If she calls me one more time, I think I might explode.”
I laughed and bumped his shoulder with mine. “She’s not that bad.”
“Are you kidding me?” he turned his blue eyed gaze to me. “She keeps asking me about the cake, the food, and the music. And then she always starts crying!”
“Caeden,” I scolded. “This is an emotional time for her. Her oldest son is getting married.” I rubbed his back.
“Ugh, I know,” he rubbed his eyes. “Your mom seems a lot calmer about all of this.”
I shrugged. “ She’s okay, as of right now, but I think when it’s the day of the wedding and she sees me in the dress, the altar, the whole shebang… I think it’ll hit her then.”
“We better make sure they stock up on tissues,” he chuckled.
“Maybe, we can make Bryce carry a tray of tissues around,” I laughed at the image my mind had conjured up.
Caeden rubbed at the stubble on his jaw. “Ugh, enough wedding talk,” he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me down into the sand.
“Oh no!” My eyes widened and I feigned shock. “Please tell me you aren’t going to be one of those guys.”
He laughed at my sarcasm. “And what’s one of those guys?”
“You know… the ones who put everythi ng off on the bride-to-be and are the real reason she turns into a bridezilla.”
He rubbed his nose tantalizingly against my neck. “Nah, I wouldn’t do that to you. I just know that once we get home , it’s going to be non-stop wedding talk. I’d prefer not to think about it right now.”
I laughed. “I kinda have to agree. My mom’s already reminded me six times that we have an appointment at the bakery when we get back.”
Caeden smiled. “Now, cake is something I can handle.” He rubbed his flat stomach.
“Don’t get too excited,” I warned him. “I already know what flavor I want.”
He shook his head. “Just don’t tell them that. I still want to eat some free samples.”
“You and your stomach,” I pushed his sun-warmed shoulder.
He draped his arms over his knees. “I don’t know any sane guy that would pass up the chance to eat free cake samples.”
“You’re probably right,” I picked up some sand and watched it fall through my fingers. “Caeden…” I swallowed, suddenly serious.
“Yeah,” he looked over at me, his eyes squinted from the bright sunlight.
“Promise me nothing’s going to change,” I reached over and cupped his face with my hand. “Please promise, that once we’re married, we’ll still be Caeden and Sophie.”
He leaned into my hand. “Babe, that’s an easy promise to keep.”
“Good,” I licked my dry lips and pulled away. I hated broaching this subject , because I knew it upset Caeden, but I wanted, no, I needed to know. “Would your dad have liked me?” My voice was soft, almost child-like, as I asked the question.
“Of course,” he answered immediately, one brow raised. “He would’ve thought you were wonderful. I’m sure he would’ve tried to drag you fishing with him. He could never get mom to go with him. You know, I’ve been thinking,” he said slowly, like he was almost afraid to voice his thoughts aloud. “I think they were mates all along , and didn’t know it. They were always so in love,” he stared off at the ocean. “When they were in a room together their eyes never strayed far from one another.” He swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed. I rubbed his back, knowing he was getting emotional. My hair blew around me and tickled my shoulders. “I’ve seen my mom look at my dad the same way you sometimes look at me, and it’s a look of the purest, most true love out there.” A tear slid down his cheek.
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