“We’re so proud of you guys.” One of the nurses who had been in the operating room pulled me in for a hug and kissed me on the cheek.
Okay, so Wes was seriously trying to make it so that I had no makeup by the time I saw him.
As I collected the last rose—I think around ten nurses total had each handed me one of the red flowers—I found myself at the end of the line.
The doctor that had performed the surgery stood waiting.
He was the one who had spent countless hours making sure the love of my life survived.
I hadn’t been back to the hospital.
I’d thanked him.
But I hadn’t really thanked him.
Without thinking, I threw myself against his chest and wound my arms around his neck. He went completely still for a minute and then returned my hug.
“Thank you…” I whispered, warm tears streaming down my cheeks. “Thank you for saving his life.”
The doctor gently pried me away and handed me five red roses and whispered, “I wish I could take credit.” His eyes blurred with tears. “But some hearts—don’t need help to keep beating.”
He stepped out of the way, and Lisa handed me my bouquet. It was all the roses, arranged together in the shape of a heart.
Wes’s heart.
In the palm of my hands. Where it had been all along.
We walked up to the room where Wes’s surgery had taken place.
When the door opened, Wes was staring straight at me. His smile wide—he looked gorgeous in his black suit.
He held out his hands and whispered, “Where we thought we may see the end—”
“—we write ‘The Beginning’.” I finished.
Chapter Six
I wonder how many times we think our lives are over—how many instances we scream at the top of our lungs when things aren’t going our way…how often, do you think, the reason for things not going our way is because there’s a bigger plan we can’t see yet? A bigger destiny we could have never possibly imagined for ourselves? Maybe…we’d be a lot happier, if we were silent more. –Wes Michels
Wes
“Lamb?” I tilted her chin towards me then brushed a soft kiss across her lips. Her mouth trembled.
“Yes?” Kiersten grinned through a tear-stained face. “Big bad wolf?”
“No blowing houses down,” I teased. “I’d rather build one with you. How’s that for changing my ways?”
Kiersten threw her arms around me and squeezed my neck.
A few throats cleared.
“Right.” I stepped away. “So we should probably get married now.”
Her face was tear-stained—and gorgeous. She nodded and let me lead her farther into the surgical room where our families were standing. Everyone was standing near the wall—everyone but Uncle Jobob, who was standing by himself holding a bible in hand.
Kiersten gave me a confused look.
I just shrugged my shoulders and continued walking. We stopped once we reached JoBob.