“I thought you said it wasn’t funny!”
“It wasn’t, until you told me you were stuck in it! How does that happen?”
“I gained a little weight, okay…” For some reason, the more he laughed, the better I felt. “Are you going to help me or not?”
Nodding, he came in along with Taigi and put the things he'd brought on the kitchen counter before closing the door.
I turned around, brushing my hair to the side. I jumped slightly when his hand brushed back.
“You okay?”
“Your hands were cold. I’m fine. Is it coming down?” I asked, feeling him tug harder.
“This is really stuck.” He braced a hand on my waist, trying to pull the zipper down. The dress had to be cursed because I didn't feel it getting any looser.
“Can’t you just rip it?”
“With my hands? Are you serious right now?” He paused in his attempts.
I grinned, trying to hold in my stomach. “What, you aren’t strong enough?”
“If any man can rip a wedding dress off you, please consult a physician before continuing your relationship.” His hand shifted onto my shoulder, and once again he tried. “Guinevere, I don’t know what to say to you, but this thing isn’t coming off.”
Lightheaded, I had to brace myself against the kitchen table.
“Guinevere!”
“I’m fine, just felt dizzy for a second—”
“You’re turning blue, you are not fine. Hold on.” He let go of me and reached toward my knife set, taking the scissors.
“What are you doing—”
“What does it look like? I’m cutting you out of it.”
“No—”
Ripppppp.
I took a deep breath, holding the dress up and turning around to face him. “You cut it.”
“Can you breathe now?”
I nodded, but looked back down at the gown. “You cut it,” I repeated, almost in shock.
“Didn’t you just ask me to rip it?”
“I knew you couldn’t… Thanks?” I wasn’t sure what else to say.
“You're welcome.” He put the scissors back and headed to the door.
“Wait.”
“What now? Are you stuck in your bra?”
I clutched the dress back up to go to my bedroom. “I just need to ask you a few questions about the hospital real quick. Give me a minute.”
After running back into my room, I let the dress fall to the floor after I closed the door, donning jeans and a basic t-shirt before coming back out. When I did, he was already opening the bottle of wine.