Page 101 of Fourteen of a Kind

“You look so beautiful.”

“Thanks, Mom.” I smiled.

“And for the final piece.” Jenni walked over and placed the veil on my head.

My dad stood in the room's doorway in his tuxedo, his hands tightly tucked into his pockets.

“Come on, girls,” my mom said.

After everyone cleared the room, my dad stood before me.

“How did you grow up so fast.” Tears filled his eyes.

“Daddy.” I could feel the sting in mine.

“I can’t help it. You’re my little girl, and you’re getting married.” He held out his arms, and I wrapped mine around him. “You look so beautiful, sweetheart. Graham isn’t going to know what hit him when he sees you.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Nathan. Ella. It’s time,” my mom walked into the room.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” my dad asked.

“I’m more than ready. Are you?” I smirked.

“Not really.” He sighed. “But I don’t have a choice. Your husband-to-be is waiting for you, and I need to get you to him.”

My dad and I stood behind the girls and watched them walk down the white satin runner to a beautifully decorated floral archway in front of the shoreline, with the blue water of the ocean serving as a backdrop.

Georgia played the bridal march on her violin, and it was time to make my way to Graham.

“You’ll be okay, Dad.” I glanced at him.

“I know, sweetheart.”

As my father walked me down the aisle, everyone stood. My only focus was on my soon-to-be husband, who covered his eyes with his hand.

“He’s going to lose it,” my dad whispered.

“Dad, stop it.”

We approached where Graham stood as tears streamed down his face, making the ones I tried to hold back come full force. Graham held out his hand, and my dad’s arm tightened around mine.

“Dad.” I looked at him.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He took my hand and placed it in Graham’s.

Our ceremony was beautiful, and many tears were shed.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your beautiful bride, Graham.”

“I’ve been waiting all day.” Graham grinned as he dipped me and smashed his mouth against mine.

Everyone shouted and clapped.

“We did it.” Graham smiled.

“We did it.” My lips met his.

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