Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Amelia let out a scream that made me and Paxton scream. “I have an idea! You have to call Mitchell though, and get his okay.”
“What is it?” Paxton asked.
With a look that said she was up to no good, Amelia handed her phone to me. “Tell Mitchell we need him here. Now.”
I had no idea what she was up to, but I did what she asked. She turned to Paxton and said, “And you might want to go put on a shirt, Paxton! I need Chloe’s fabric paint and a white T-shirt!”
Paxton jumped up from next to me and ran into her bedroom. “Don’t say anything else ‘till I come back!”
Amelia sat down next to me and flashed me a grin. “This is going to be the most epic Thanksgiving ever!”
Mitchell and I stood on the front porch holding hands while staring at the front door. Paxton and Amelia had already gone back into the house.
“Are you sure we should do this?” I asked.
Mitchell lifted my chin. “I wanted to shout it from the highest mountain the other day when you told me. It’s just family. We won’t tell anyone else.”
I nodded. “Who is going to be the first to notice?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Mom already knows, so she won’t say anything to ruin it. Maybe your mom?”
Chewing on my lip, I glanced at the shirt. “I can’t believe Amelia was able to make this!”
Mitchell looked down and laughed. “She was always painting when she was little. It’s that artistic side to her, I think. She got it from our grandmother. She loved painting and was good at it too.”
Amelia had used fabric paint to make two little orange baby feet near the bottom of the shirt. Then above it, she wrote the words, “I am stuffed” in the same color.
Taking in a deep breath, I looked into Mitchell’s eyes. “Can you believe how far we’ve come in just a few short months?”
He lifted his hand and placed it on the side of my face. I closed my eyes at the feel of his warmth on my skin. “I thank God every single day for you.”
Our eyes met. “Back at ya.”
He leaned down, brushed his lips over mine and whispered, “Marry me.”
I giggled. “You already asked me that, and I believe I said yes.”
His lips moved across my jaw to my neck. Each kiss was soft and sent tingles through my entire body.
“I want to marry you now.”
My head dropped back, giving him access to my neck. “Right now?” I asked in a muffled voice.
“Tomorrow. Let’s get married tomorrow.”
Jerking my head up, I looked at him. “What?”
“Everyone we love is here. Well, I mean, your brother isn’t which sucks, but everyone else is. Let’s get the pastor, go down to the river, and get married.”
My heart was racing. I’d marry Mitchell at the justice of the peace if he asked me to. I’d already begun dreading wedding plans. It seemed so silly to spend all that money when all I really wanted to do was become Mrs. Mitchell Parker. I didn’t need all the bells and whistles like my brother did. He’d had a beautiful wedding, but I was like Pam. I wanted simple.
Mitchell’s eyes searched mine. “Unless you want a big wedding. I don’t want to take anything away from you, dove.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. I lifted up on my toes, and our lips met again.
Our kiss was soft and slow. I could feel his love pouring into my body. The way he drew me closer made my knees weak. I loved this man more than I could have ever imagined. And I loved this baby. I didn’t care how or where we said our vows. All I knew was that I wanted to be Mitchell’s wife and give him this baby.
He pulled his lips away, and rested his forehead against mine.
“Was that a yes?” he asked.
“That was a yes. Let’s get married tomorrow.”
Mitchell wrapped me in his arms and lifted me up, kissing me more passionately this time. When he set me down, we both seemed to be lost in each other.
“Let me call Pastor Burch. If he can do it, all we need is a time.”
I nodded with excitement. The front door opened, and Amelia stepped out. “Are y’all going to come in or not?”
Spinning around, I said, “We are. We just need to call Pastor Burch to see if he can marry us tomorrow.”
Amelia’s mouth fell open. “Come again?”
Mitchell started talking on the phone and took a few steps away. I grabbed Amelia’s hands. “Everyone is here, we don’t need anything fancy, and I really want to be Mrs. Mitchell Parker.”
She went to talk and nothing came out. Then she closed her eyes for a few seconds and popped them open. “I’ve got this. Miriam Meyer is a good friend of mine, and she owns Meyer’s flowers. I can run down in the morning and buy some flowers and make you a bouquet.”