Ryan stopped and pulled back, looking over at us. “What? Are you serious?” He smiled as he thought about what that meant.
We nodded.
“You didn't even let me be included?” He looked hurt.
“Would you have been able to keep it a secret?” I asked and shoved him and he smiled.
“Yeah. Probably not,” he admitted. “But seriously, guys. This is fantastic!” Ryan reached for Emmy, pulling her from my arms and hugging her to him. “So, when’s the wedding?” he joked.
“Not anytime soon,” she laughed as he squeezed her to him. Cindy stood and watched, smiling.
I took Emmy back from Ryan, and we headed back up toward the house. When we walked into the backyard, it had cleared out for the most part. Emmy stopped before we walked further into the backyard.
“Can we not tell everyone yet?”
“If you want to.” I looked over her face trying to figure out why.
“I would just like to get used to it before everyone thinks we are crazy.”
“Your grandfather already knew I was going to ask.”
“He did?”
“Yeah, I asked his permission.”
“What did he say?”
“That if you wanted to marry me, then I had his blessing.” I brushed my lips over hers and then tapped a kiss on her nose.
“I love you.” She hugged me and kissed my neck softly.
“I love you more.”
I loved her so much it hurt, and I couldn't believe that even only knowing her less than a year, because of her, my life felt complete.
Epilogue
Emerson
Two years later
I smoothed the
satin over my belly and smiled. The bump was just starting to show but only barely. My dress was better than I had imagined, I thought as I looked over it in the mirror. My hair was swept to the side in a braid falling over my shoulder and ending just above the swell of my swollen breasts. Luke and I had decided that we wouldn't tell anyone about the baby until after today, simply because we didn't want anything to take away from today. Luke had spent hours out in the meadow stringing up lights and making sure everything was perfect. I had helped him do as much as he would allow, but being pregnant had made me incapable of doing anything in his mind. He didn't even like me cleaning the house or cooking dinner. The man spoiled me. It was no wonder I loved him.
I thought back to when I first suspected I was pregnant.
My body was revolting, and I had too much to do. Weddings don’t plan themselves. I felt like I had the flu but had reason to believe that maybe something else was going on. I knew if I went and bought a test that it would be all over our small community in a matter of twenty minutes, and the last thing I needed was the attention. It just so happened that Rachel and Charles had come into town for Summerfest that weekend, so she grabbed a test for me while she was at the store. Keeping it from Luke had been a little tricky, but we had managed.
“So?” Rachel popped her head into the bathroom as I waited to see just how many lines popped up. When the second line started to show, I was overcome with emotion, so when Rachel stuck her head in the door, she wasn't sure if she should be happy or quietly somber with me. I nodded, and she ran into the bathroom pulling me into a tight hug. Her own protruding belly kept us from our normal tight embraces.
“If you have a girl, our kids can get married, and then we will be related for real.” She said through her tears.
“It's a little early to be planning that wedding.” I laughed at her.
“When are you going to tell Luke? I want to be here and see the look on his face.”
“I don't know, maybe I should wait a little longer.” Even though I wanted to wait and plan some elaborate way to tell him, he knew immediately I was hiding something from him.