Courted by Trouble: A Courting Romance (In Hyacinth Book 3) (9 page)

The three months until their wedding rushed by. Cami helped her with her wedding dress. While Stephanie designed it, she needed the help to fit it correctly. She went for something a little more traditional than Cami had, but used the southern belle design with the modified hoop skirt she had come up with the winter before. In the meantime, Dora and Christopher opened their bed and breakfast, Hyacinth Inn, and were so busy that half the time Stephanie joined them there for lunch and dinner just so she would see them.

“Here’s to Stephie and Chris,” Dora said at her bachelorette party. She and Cami had kidnapped Stephanie and they were currently curled up in the downstairs living area of Cami and Jerod’s home.

“Excited?” Camille asked, lying on her side. Her baby bump had been growing and at five months pregnant, she was quite large. A month back they found out they were having twins, and Stephanie and Dora had gathered all sorts of items for their friends’ baby room when it was put together.

“Very. It will be nice not to have to say goodnight every night and watch him walk out the door.”

Grinning, Cami nodded. “I think it’s great you two are staying there at Dora’s place.”

“It just makes sense,” Dora said in her most sensible tone. “I have the room, their house isn’t ready yet, and I would be bored living there all by myself. I wish they were able to take a honeymoon, though.”

“Me too,” Stephanie agreed, “but with the new business, there’s just no way. We’ll have four days to ourselves which will be rough enough on you.”

“I’ll be fine,” Dora said with a grin. “The second string chef is kind of scared of me.”

Giggling that anyone would ever be afraid of their quiet friend, the conversation dipped and curved as they laughed and joked about old times and their futures. By the time Dora and Stephanie lay down on the mattresses that had been laid out for them and Jerod came down to take his wife to bed, Stephanie realized she was absolutely perfectly happy. It was a wonderful feeling.

The new Hyacinth Inn was packed with guests, all there for Christopher and Stephanie’s nuptials. Sitting in the beautiful building that would one day be her home, Stephanie fidgeted. She could hear the laughter and voices of all the guests and wished she could be out there with them. But that old wives’ tale about the groom not seeing the bride before the wedding kept her trapped. Besides her relatives who had come, Christopher’s relations were there as well, but she was most happy knowing her family from Hyacinth was here.

The door opened and Dora slipped inside, smiling. “How are you holding up?”

“Is it time yet?”

“Almost. Chris is about to go crazy, too. He wants to get the wedding and reception out of the way so you two can be alone for a while.”

Smiling, Stephanie nodded. At first, they had planned to spend their wedding night at the inn before going home the next day. But Charlotte Covington came up with a better idea. It seemed they still owned that small cabin Stephanie had lived in for a year. They outfitted it with a large bed and plenty of food and she and Chris would spend four days there. It seemed fitting that the building where she had gotten her life back together would be the perfect way to start out their marriage.

Except for her dress, the wedding itself ended up being free. The Covingtons donated the floral arrangements, Kathy’s parents had pitched in for the invitations, Chris owned the inn so they didn’t have to pay for it, and as for the food… It felt like the entire community pitched in as everyone brought a dish. Chris’s aunt was a minister and had offered to perform the ceremony for free as well.

“I’m glad the weather decided to play nice,” she whispered as the waiting was getting on her nerves. The sun was out and the wind had calmed down yesterday. It kind of felt like a spring day. Fall was playing hookie just for them.

A knock on the door was instantly followed by Cami sticking her head in. “Everyone’s taking their seats, Stephie. Five minutes and you don’t have to wait anymore.” She turned to Dora. “Have you seen some of the single guys who are here? Wow. Chris knows some great looking guys.”

Dora just rolled her eyes. “Go sit down.” After a wicked grin, Cami left and Dora shook her head. “She’s gonna drive me nuts.”

“Why?” Stephanie asked, standing up.

“I’m the last of us to be single. I think she’s decided it’s her mission to help me find someone.”

“Well, she’s so pregnant she soon won’t have the time or the oomph to do it,” Stephanie said only half paying attention. Her hair had grown out quite a bit since she had originally had Cami cut it, so two weeks before she had it cut again and had the stylist add more green highlights. Personally she thought Camille had done a better job, but they still looked good. Patting her ‘do into place, she looked in the mirror someone had put in what would be her living room when she and Chris had the chance to finish it.

Dora slipped out while she stared at her reflection. A few butterflies fluttered in her stomach but they were definitely for excitement and as the door opened she turned and smiled.

“Ready?” Alex Covington asked.

“Definitely.” She had asked the man she felt was more like a father than anyone ever had been to walk her down the aisle. Thankfully he accepted because she wasn’t ready to ask Taylor and walking down by herself would have been scary. Both Kathy and Cami had commented that if it hadn’t been for their fathers holding them back, they would have dashed to their groom’s side.

The large tent that was erected, as with autumn weather you could never tell how it would turn out, looked sturdy and welcoming as they walked inside. Both sides of the tent were filled with people but she only had eyes for one. Standing at the end of the aisle in a gray, pin-striped suit was her groom. His eyes locked with hers and she barely even noticed the people watching her as she walked toward him. As they reached the end of the aisle, Alex Covington hugged her and handed her over to Chris before taking a seat next to his wife. Her bridesmaid Dora took her bouquet as she turned to face him.

They had asked for a short ceremony as neither one wanted to drag it out. Kimmily Kinsley did just that. After welcoming everyone to the celebration, she gave a short talk on marriage before going directly to the vows. Stephanie had considered doing their own, but there was something time-honored about using vows that had been repeated by couples for decades, maybe even centuries, of time. Hearing Chris repeat that he would love, honor, and protect her made her heart speed up and when she promised to love, honor, and obey, his eyes glowed.

Jerod, Chris’s best man, handed the rings to Kimmie and in no time at all, Stephanie wore her wedding band.

“Everyone, I’m very pleased to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Christopher Triton. Huzzah!” Kimmie shouted.

Half the audience jumped at her yell, but his family shouted “Huzzah!” back making her and Chris laugh.

“All right,” Kimmie said with a twinkle in her eyes. “Are you going to kiss her or not?”

* * * * *

The air was filled with so much joy that Stephanie was full to bursting. Everywhere they turned, someone hugged them or offered them some food. They had chosen not to have dancing, but it wasn’t needed. The whole reception felt like one humungous party.

“Congratulations!” Cami squealed, pulling her in as close a hug as they could get. Between Stephanie’s hoop skirt and her belly, that wasn’t very tight. “We’re really related now. And since we probably won’t see much of you until Thanksgiving, know that the three of you are invited over to dinner.”

“That’s weeks away,” Stephanie laughed.

“Yes, but Jerod and I didn’t see much of anyone for months,” she replied with a grin. Turning to Chris, she hugged him too. “Find a man for Dora,” she hissed loudly enough for Stephanie to hear her.

He smirked. “Only if he’s good enough for her.”

Finally, Charlotte Covington guided her out of the tent and back to the house to change. “Do you have everything you need?” she asked gently as she helped her out of her dress.

“I think so. You guys filled the kitchen with more food than I used in a month.”

Smiling, she hung the dress up and took Stephanie’s going-away dress down to help her on with it. “No, I meant are there any questions you have. You don’t have a mother to explain all this stuff to you. Tonight’s a special night. Is there anything you need to know?”

Realizing what she was asking, Stephanie blushed. “Thanks, but no. I’ve talked to both Cami and Kathy. Plus, Chris has also been very open about things.” In fact, over the last week, he had insisted they talk openly about sex and what she knew, didn’t know, and what she expected. It was embarrassing and yet as they discussed everything, she had felt closer to him than ever.

“All right. Well, just know you are always welcome to come to me if anything comes up.”

“Thanks.”

His car was covered in streamers and a large sign was tied onto the bumper reading
Just Hitched
. From Drake’s grin, she assumed he was the culprit. The drive took twenty minutes and as they got out of the car, Christopher stared at the cabin. “This is where you lived?” he asked in a choked voice.

“Yeah. I was lucky.”

He looked over at her with a strange expression on his face. “How I ever lucked into you, I’ll never know,” he whispered, surprising her when he swept her off her feet and carried her inside.

The bed took up most of the room and she found herself blushing a little at the realization. He set her on her feet. “I’ll be right back.”

The scent in the room was wonderful and as Stephanie looked over at the oven, she realized it was on. Walking over to it, a small note sat on the counter. Opening it up, she read.

Stephie and Chris,

I doubt you’ll eat much at the reception and I know the Covingtons will provide you with food, but I wanted to make sure you had a nice warm meal if you wanted one tonight.

All my love,

Dora

P.S. There’s a bottle of sparkling grape juice in the fridge, a gift from Jerod. You are underage, you know. *wink*

Laughing softly, she reached into the oven and pulled out some meatloaf and baked potatoes.

“That smells wonderful,” Chris said, closing the door behind him.

“Dora,” she said by way of explanation.

“Can we adopt her?” he asked, looking over her shoulder.

Both of them were hungry and it was nice to just sit on the edge of the bed and eat. It helped to quiet her nerves. When their plates were empty, he took them over to the counter and came back, taking her hands in his. “Steph,” he said, his voice deepening even as his eyes turned darker. “I’ve been waiting for tonight for a very long time. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Even as shy as she suddenly felt, there was something natural about letting him pull her to her feet and turn her around, unbuttoning the back of her dress. His lips followed his hands and by the time every scrap of clothing was on the floor, she forgot why she was nervous in the first place. Her body felt too on fire to concentrate on anything except his mouth, his fingers, and his body.

Later on, as she was curled in his arms, their bodies entwined wonderfully, she gave a long, contented sigh.

“Feel good?” he murmured, kissing her forehead.

“Mmm. I’m glad we have four days of just us.”

“Me too.”

His breathing evened out and she lay and listened to him breathe, relaxing with each breath. They may have gone through a lot of trouble to get here, but she felt it was worth it. Lying in the arms of the man she loved, her future looked wonderful. As if of their own volition, her fingers slid over her stomach. They had decided to wait for at least a year to try for a baby and she was on birth control but she wondered what it would feel like to carry his child. Even the thought made her smile. A year wasn’t that far away.

“Someone’s awake,” he murmured softly, rolling her onto her back. After that, she was too busy to think at all for quite some time.

The End