Desperate Chances
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“I think this is awesome,” I said, looking at the small grouping of people that had gathered in the meadow behind Garrett’s house for Maysie and Jordan’s wedding.
“It is, you’re right,” Vivian agreed. “It’s perfect for Jordan and Maysie.”
The rock music came to a stop and the familiar strains of Pachelbel’s Canon replaced it.
Jordan looked like he was going to burst. But in a good way. And then his face split into an enormous grin as he watched the love of his life make her way down the aisle, holding onto her father’s arm.
“She looks beautiful,” Riley said softly as our best friend seemed to float towards us. Maysie was radiant in a simple white dress that fell to the ground in straight, elegant lines. The material stretched over her very prominent belly and she wore a ring of flowers in her hair.
I sniffled and discreetly wiped away my tears.
“Here,” Vivian whispered, handing me a tissue.
I glanced over at Mitch and wasn’t surprised to find him watching me. His eyes were soft and filled with so much love. And it was all for me.
One day, I knew that this was going to be us. I would be in white and he would be waiting for me at the end of an aisle with a smile on his face.
We’d have the white picket fence with the dog and the kids.
There wasn’t any question.
Our future was an absolute.
Maysie finally reached Jordan, and her dad gave her a kiss on the cheek. I was glad that he and Maysie’s mother had come. They had warmed considerably when they learned they were going to be grandparents. I hoped, for Maysie’s sake, that they learned how to be decent parents and grandparents.
Jordan, not standing on tradition, took Maysie’s hands and pulled her close. Then he kissed her. Long. Hard. Maybe a little inappropriate for the occasion. I was pretty sure I saw some tongue.
There were a lot of catcalls from our friends and family and finally the minister cleared his throat. “We haven’t gotten to that part yet,” he said with an indulgent smile at the couple.
Jordan pulled away and suddenly dropped to his knees, his hands on Maysie’s stomach. “I love you and your mom so much. I’ll be the best husband and daddy I can possibly be,” he said tenderly, kissing her belly before rising to his feet again.
After that, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. I gave up on trying to hold in my tears and blubbered with the rest of them.
I met Mitch’s eyes again and saw that his too were wet.
“I love you,” he mouthed.
I placed my hand over my heart and smiled. Mitch knew. My heart was his.
I watched my best friends get married and it was bittersweet. Because this weekend, after Maysie’s wedding, Mitch and I were leaving Bakersville, Virginia and were moving half way across the country.
I had gotten a job as a content writer for a fashion magazine based in Houston, Texas. Mitch and I had flown there last month and found a small apartment in the ’burbs. Mitch had secured a few interviews with guitar manufacturers and custom shops for next week. Everything had fallen into place with an ease that surprised me.
When I had brought up the possibility of leaving Bakersville, Mitch hadn’t hesitated for a minute.
“Where you go, I go. If you want to move to the fucking moon, I’ll follow you happily. We’re on this road together, Gracie. You and me. Always.”
After the reception we had to head back to my apartment and finish packing. Then we had to load the U-Haul so that we could leave in the morning.
We were leaving. It was our next chapter.
One that we were writing together.
After the minister pronounced Jordan and Maysie man and wife there was a loud cheer and everyone was on their feet, rushing towards the newly married couple.
There were a lot of tears and even more laughter.
This was the last time all of us would be together for a while. Not until Vivian and Cole’s wedding in a few months.
We were scattering in all directions. But the eight of us would always be connected.
Maysie, Vivian, Riley, and me wrapped our arms around each other while the guys punched each other, or whatever they did as a way of saying congratulations.
“You did it, Mays,” I said through my tears.
“We all did it,” Maysie sniffled.
“Who would have thought we’d all end up here?” Vivian mused.
“I’m just glad that we ended up here together,” Riley said. Maysie kissed her cheek, leaving behind a smear of lipstick.
“I love you girls,” Maysie murmured.
“We love you too.” I reached out put a hand on her belly. “And I, for one, can’t wait to spoil this little girl rotten.”
Maysie gave me a wobbly smile. “You’ll be the best auntie ever.”
“Okay ladies. I’m stealing my wife now.” Jordan broke up the lovefest and pulled Maysie away.
People instantly swarmed them. Jordan’s parents spoke with Maysie’s mom and dad. Moore hugged Maysie and Paco slapped Jordan’s ass. Dina was snotting away and Jaz put a comforting arm around her shoulders. I saw Eli approach Maysie and Jordan, offering congratulations. Maysie gave him a hug and Jordan shook his hand.
Oh, how times had changed.
“You look beautiful.” Mitch’s arm slid around my waist and I felt his warm breath on my cheek.
“I don’t know whether to be overjoyed or completely depressed,” I told him honestly, leaning my head against his shoulder. His hand softly rubbed my back in long, even strokes.