| Chapter Twenty-Seven The wedding plans were coming along nicely according to Kevin. The flowers, decorations, the music and the cake had all been taken care of, the guests had been invited and even though it was short notice, we had already had over two-thirds R.S.V.P. The landscaping had been spruced up, and huge bows were waiting to be tied to the fence lining the drive and the yard. There were folding chairs stacked in the storage room, waiting to be placed in rows in the yard on the ‘big day’, and the minister had been contacted. Two days before the wedding, Kevin’s family arrived, followed a few hours later by his band mates. Nearly every room in the house was occupied, leaving just a few for friends of mine from my college days. Friends of the family who lived in town would be driving out on Saturday and returning to their homes after the reception. My nerves were on edge with everything going on, even though Kevin repeatedly assured me that he had everything under control. Logically, I knew he was right, but it didn’t stop me from going behind the staff and redusting the furniture, straightening picture frames and knick-knacks and making sure everyone had plenty of towels, blankets and pillows. “Cassie, you need to sit down and rest. You’ve been redoing things for the past two hours,” Kevin complained to me as I took another swipe at the non-existent dust on an end table. “I can’t Kevin. Everything has to be perfect,” I mumbled as I moved away from him to reposition the woven throw across the back of the sofa. “Can’t one of you do something with her?” he asked my sisters. From the corner of my eye, I saw both of my sisters throw their hands in the air in defeat as they shook their heads. “She’s nesting Kevin. Leave her alone,” Anne said as she entered the room. “Nesting?” he asked, confused. “Yes dear, it’s what pregnant women do. She’ll stop when she runs out of energy.” “But I thought it wasn’t a good idea to do...all of that,” Kevin said as he helplessly waved a hand in my direction. “Isn’t she supposed to be conserving her energy?” Kevin asked. “Trust me son, every woman goes through this. She’ll be just fine,” Anne assured him. She gave his arm a maternal pat and then left the room. I heard Kevin blow out a frustrated breath and decided to take pity on him. I crossed the room and stood in front of him. I laid my hands on his chest and watched as his green eyes darkened. “I’m fine, I promise,” I whispered as I leaned in and kissed him lightly. “Although I do love you for being concerned.” A slow smile broke across his face and he rested his forehead against mine. We stood like that, his arms around me, our bodies as close as we could get them, savoring the closeness. CCC Index Chapter Twenty-Eight Main page |