Page 97 of Forever Fickle

“When do you want to get married?” he asked gently, pulling her closer and enveloping her in a hug. “Do you have your heart set on a spring wedding, summer, fall, or winter?”

“When do you get out of the Air Force?”

“Not for another year and eight months.”

“Oh…” she whispered, feeling herself tense – and then noticed that he did the same.

“Is that a problem? I can’t leave my commitment any earlier and…”

“Jace, it’s not a problem and truthfully? I was a little surprised when you said you were interviewing at Flyboys. I mean, that’s a long time to wait for someone to take a position.”

“I just needed to know if I need to start looking into a commercial license, and that will take some time. I want to be home with…”

“Shhh, you don’t have to explain,” she urged, looking at him. “I guess maybe we should look at spring or summer for a wedding – maybe not summer because it’s Texas. The heat is terrible.”

“April or May?”

“Or possibly September or October?”

“We’ll need to make sure the church is available and…”

“Do you want a church wedding?” Jace said softly, looking at her. “I assumed you did because I would love to have our union blessed.”

“I would too,” Karen admitted. “I only plan on getting married once.”

“Me too,” he smiled tenderly.

“I don’t know that I have eight women to stand up as bridesmaids…”

“There’s eight wives,” Jace countered, smiling, “And my mom, your mom, and both of our sisters.”

“Oh mercy,” she breathed, stunned. “We are talking a big wedding…”

“Maybe we limit it to two or three each?”

“Please?”

“Done,” he smiled. “I just want our friends and families there to share with us… and then I want to whisk you away so I can have you to myself.”

“Done,” she mimicked, smiling at him.

“Colors?” Jace asked, pointing at the ceiling. “You are about to be asked about bridesmaids dresses. My sister will want to start looking immediately – probably as early as tomorrow when you all go out shopping together.”

“Are you wearing your officer uniform or a tuxedo?”

“My uniform.”

“Dark blue?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiled.

“Blue and white, it is…” she beamed. “A very light blue to compliment your uniforms. I love periwinkle, baby blue, and cornflower blue.”

“I’m not sure what cornflower blue is, but I trust your judgement,” he grinned, leaning down to kiss her, his lips hovering over hers as his nose brushed against playfully. “This is a celebration of our love, so whatever you want and makes you happy? That is what I want too.”

“Jace?”

“Yes, my beloved Tink…” he breathed, kissing her again.

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