Forever (Fallen 3)

“I love you, too,” I cried. “Is Adam home? I’d like to tell him myself.”

I heard him shuffling around in their shared apartment and then I heard him waking up Adam.

“Hello?” said Adam and I could hear the sleep in his voice.

“Sorry, to wake you,” I said.

He chuckled, “Kylie, you know you always get what you want. So tell me what you’re calling for.”

“I’m getting married.” Silence. “In May,” I added.

“What?” he asked. “Why on earth would you wake me up this early in the morning for some kind of joke?”

“First off, it’s like seven in the morning there, which is not early. And this is definitely not a joke. Jonathon and I are getting married. I want you and Aiden to walk me down the aisle.”

“Let me talk to Jonathon. I knew he must be right there with you. Hand the phone over. Now,” he demanded.

“It’s for you,” I reluctantly handed Jonathon his phone.

He raised his eyebrows, and took the phone, putting it to his ear. I heard Adam’s harsh voice on the other end. Jonathon said something in a muted voice so I couldn’t hear. He chuckled and Adam’s voice quieted down.

“Alright, I’ll tell her. Yeah, you too. Okay, bye,” he hung up the phone.

“Well, how’d that go?” I asked.

“Adam thought he should give me the third degree like your father would have. Don’t worry, we got it straightened out. Oh, and he said not to worry. He’ll be right beside you, walking down the aisle.”

“This is really happening,” I twisted the ring around my finger.

“It is,” he took my hand and kissed the ring on it.

We sat in comfortable silence the rest of the way home.

His family was waiting for us, which I guess I should have expected. They all fussed over me and were all very human. “Guys, really I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Mason chuckled, “Don’t you worry, because I’m not.”

“Mason,” Amelia scolded.

Jonathon and I sat down on the couch and he was careful not to jostle me too much. Amelia and Diana came to sit beside us. Patrick, Joseph, and the others turned the TV on and watched a soccer game. I was grateful for the noise that the TV provided. The Pulmers didn’t really watch much TV so the noise was a welcome respite.

“So,” said Amelia, “are you feeling up to discussing wedding plans?”

“Of course,” I replied. “But you guys don’t need to help.” Diana and Amelia looked extremely upset and started to leave. “Wait! I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that I want you guys to help me but I think maybe we should find a wedding planner. I don’t want you guys having to do all the work. I want you guys to be able to enjoy it.”

They sat back down. “Oh, Kylie that’s so sweet, but we really do want to help,” said Diana.

“I think it’s probably a good idea to get a wedding planner to help with the finer details but Diana and I can do the rest.” Amelia patted my leg.

“Ooh, ooh,” squealed Diana. “I can design your wedding dress. With Christian’s help of course.”

“Diana, maybe Kylie doesn’t want you to design and pick her wedding dress. It’s not your wedding it’s hers and mine,” Jonathon eyed his younger sister.

Her face fell. “Diana, don’t listen to him. I would love it if you would design my gown, but I want to help. Everything comes to me for final approval, okay? Drawings, fabric, veil, everything, understand?”

“Of course,” she stuck her tongue out at Jonathon who just chuckled. “It’s your dress not mine and I know that.”

Amelia spoke up, “Okay, I’ll contact Pierre Augusto he’s the best wedding planner in all of Europe and he’s a vampire.” She said like it was an added bonus. She got up and disappeared to the back of the house.