Page 101 of Fighting For Light
“Where your wedding is going to take place,” she quips.
He groans and takes another swig. “Gem, are you sure you want this big wedding with all this…attention?” I shrug. I do want it, but it does make me a little nervous.
“I do want it, Kai. I want my mom to come. Despite our relationship, I do want her to be there. And I can’t lie, I wantto get a real wedding dress and walk down the aisle filled with flowers.”
He smiles at me, and light bounces around in his eyes. “What my wife wants, she will get.”
“Wonderful. I will see you both tomorrow to take a look at the cathedral.” Esmarie hugs and kisses us, then floats out the door.
“Let the games begin,mi amor. Mom loves planning things,“ Kai says.
“It seems like you don’t want this wedding.”
He sighs and drops onto the sofa. I wince, knowing I’ll have to vacuum the sawdust off later. It’s going to take a while for me to train the bachelor habits out of him. Kai leans forward, puts his beer on the table sans coaster, and then reaches for my calves, putting them on his lap. As his large hands squeeze up and down the muscle, it sends a shiver up my spine.
“I already got what I wanted, so if you want it, then it’s fine with me.”
I smile, rubbing my belly. “And what did you want?” I ask. He chuckles and squeezes his hand from my calf to the back of my knee to my thigh, sliding it higher and higher. He grips my thighs tightly and pulls me so I’m sitting across his lap.
“You,” he whispers in my ear.
I lean into him, careful of his ribs, and tuck my nose into his neck. “Now, who said you can’t have it all?”
He hums and kisses my forehead. “I have no idea.”
***
The cathedral is beautiful, with marble floors and tall columns, creating a renaissance-like atmosphere. A beautiful church decorated head to toe in white cabbage roses, pink roses, and whatever else Esmarie comes up with will be stunning.
“Wow, this is…huge, gem,” Kai says while we hold hands, walking down the aisle.
“I think that’s the point,” I mutter.
“That’s something about us Coldwells. We go big, or we go home.”
I laugh and hug his arm as we reach the altar in front of us.
“Kai?”
He hums and looks down at me. “What?” he asks.
“I understand why we have to do it. I have to admit it’s a little unorthodox, but if Esmarie says it will do what it needs to, then fine.”
He sighs and brings us over to the pews, sitting us down. “As odd as it is, it’s worked for us up to now. We’ve had minimal issues, and she’s right about one thing. I want there to be no mistake that you are my wife, so if we need to get married again to do that, then so be it.” I look back at the windows, considering his words. I think his father liked the image of professional athletes for sons who are constantly being talked about. It makes him look better.
“So, my lovebirds, what do we think?” Esmarie asks as she glides over to us.
“We think it’s perfect, Mom,” Kai says for me. I nod, swiping my tears quickly.
“Wonderful. I will get it booked. I think we will need roughly two months to pull it all together. Do you have a specific date in mind? It will be cooler in October, but it will be comfortable.”
“Can you plan a wedding in a month?” I ask her.
Esmarie taps around on her phone for a minute before answering. “Sweetheart, I can do whatever you want. Consider it done. I will call you later, and we can finish discussing color schemes.”
“Sounds good, Esmarie. Thank you.”
She hums and clicks out of the sanctuary, with Clarence a few steps behind her. The altar has a large cross hanging in front of the windows, which don’t have stained glass but unique designs within the glass itself, casting colors in the prism from the light. Their beautiful colors shine brightly with the Californian sun.
