Page 4 of Shattered Love

I slow down, already feeling my stomach turning. “You’ve been here all night?”

Dom looks at me as if I’ve grown another head. His eyebrow raise into his hairline. “Yes, where else would I be?”

I reach for his hand. “Thank you for loving me.”

He leans down, placing a hard kiss to my forehead. “I was born to love you.”

I fall asleep to Dominic playing with my hair. Even when I feel completely shitty with the flu, he still makes me feel like the most treasured thing.

Three days later, I’m still ill. The fever has finally broken, and Dominic has stopped jumping at my every move. Cecelia called a few times making sure I was okay and even dropped some soup off. Today, I finally convince him to go to work and he agrees after calling Carter to ask Molly to check on me.

There’s a knock at the door. As I open it, I find Molly on the other side, smirking.

I roll my eyes. “Don’t!”

She bursts out laughing. “He called Carter at five this morning to check when I was coming and he’s called me three times already.”

“You would think I was the first, and only, person to ever get sick.”

She laughs. “How did he convince you? I know you well enough that you would have hated him taking time off to babysit you.”

I plop on the sofa. “He used our wedding vows.”

Molly eyebrows rise. “He what?”

I smirk. “Pretty sneaky, actually. He repeated our wedding vows, saying he made a vow to care for me.”

Her eyes glaze over. “Wow.” She places loads of bridal magazines on the table. I hadn’t even noticed she was carrying them, this means your ass is on lockdown. I thought I would bring the mountain to Mohammed.”

I’m completely confused. “What?”

Molly laughs again. Her laugh is like wind chimes. “The saying? If Mohammed won't go to the mountain, then you bring the mountain to Mohammed.”

I am still completely confused.

Rolling her eyes. “Okay, I need help with flowers. Did you know there are over 150 different types of roses? How am I supposed to know which ones I want?”

Her voice has risen to an unrecognizable decibel. I’m sure only dogs and cats can hear her. I bite my cheek to stop laughing.

I grab the first book, flicking through the pages. “Right. First, what color?”

She pouts and shrugs. “I don’t know.” A smile takes over her face as her phone dings. “Carter?”

I wiggle my eyebrows.

Her eyes widen and she nods, shoving her phone in her bag. “So will you help me with all this?” She gestures to all the magazines.

I frown down at the page. She really does need help and she’s finally asked for it. I jump up, getting my notebook and pen. “Okay, we need coffee. Lots of strong coffee.”

“Is it really that bad?”

I nod but hold my hand up. “It’s okay. We’ll sort it out, alright?”

Molly takes a deep breath, nodding.

Finally, after hours, we’ve got everything written down. Molly is going for a pink, navy and gold color scheme, which will look beautiful. She will have a large, pink and white bouquet with diamonds, and the bridesmaid, her sister Sienna, will have a small, pink bouquet. The silk, navy tablecloths will hang to the floor, and there will be gold charger plates at each setting. Gold candelabras will sit in the middle of each table, with soft cream flowers twisting around each one and petals scattered around. The seating menu will be placed on a large gold mirror with everybody’s name in calligraphy writing.

She stands up just as Dominic and Carter walk through the door.

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