We’re blessed with glorious weather and a good forecast for tomorrow.

A May Wedding….

Perfect….

Michael is somewhere in the bowels of the hotel finalising the reception arrangements….

Handy having our own venue….

Sitting on grassy slopes, stretching out my bad leg and letting the heat of the sun work its magic, I take time out to wallow in the glow of success….

Almost there….

Something rustles behind me. Michael, bearing two steaming mugs, his footsteps muffled by springy turf. Even before he speaks, the breeze carries the scent to my nose.

“Coffee?” he offers, holding out a mug.

“Ah, great. Thanks.” As I twist a little to take the mug, the wound in my thigh growls a quiet message to me. I wince.

Michael sits by me. “That thing giving you gyp?”

“Mmm. A bit.”

“The doctors said it would take several months to heal properly.”

“Oh, it is healing. It’s better all the time. But I’ve a feeling I’m going to have a weather-wise ache for the rest of my life.”

“Saves me buying a barometer I suppose.”

Smart-ass….

But I laugh. “I love you too…. How’s it going up there?”

He heaves as he speaks. “Oh, fine. Just getting everything in place for the Big Day.…”

Michael should be high as a kite. God knows that he wanted this enough, but….

“You okay?” I ask. “What’s wrong? For a man who’s getting married tomorrow, you look a little…. melancholy?”

He takes refuge in his coffee mug, looking away and taking a long swallow without speaking.

What the hell…?

There really is something wrong. “Come on. Out with it,” I insist. “What’s wrong? You’re not having second thoughts, are you…?”

God forbid….

After the time and effort it took me to make this happen….

“…. If you are, Now’s the time to say so….”

“No.... No,” His head shake is definite, but he continues, “Nothing like that….” His breathing shudders. He looks heartsick. “…. but I’m wondering if Charlotte is?”

Christ, no…. Not now….

But I try to keep my tone conversational. “Why do you say that? I’m sure she does want to marry you.”

persuaded her to do it, to marry me. If you’d asked her yourself, she’d not have hesitated. But

Whoa, Boy!

That doesn’t mean it was against her will. And it doesn’t mean that she

“She’s been…. moody… the last few days. As though something’s

snapped at

she left some food on her plate the

More than nerves, then…

pick up

mug into his hand. “Thanks. I’ll go find her, see if I can get to the bottom of this. Where will you be? If I come

at the house. “Dining room. I’m getting all the place

*****

be sure she had a room to call her own and it’s a lovely space; light and airy, overlooking the

standing, staring out through the window. It’s a view worth looking at. In truth, there’s not a bad view from the house, but she gazes down pastures verdant

moment for

She hears the movement, turning and smiling as she hears

like your

How could I

place yet. She still has furniture to arrive; a desk, seating, but priority was given to bookcases.

space for

to put some more shelving

of the great

I pull her in tight to me. As always, the scent of

Down Boy….

her. But still, I steal a few more moments to indulge myself, and to try to relax her while

the pressure at my groin. But she slips her

a time as

“Are you happy, Charlotte?”

Master, I am.

“No regrets?”

“None at all. I wouldn’t change a moment of it. Not even the bad parts where we fell out with each

Really?

I keep the laughter

I might

pull back, framing her face

drop, then rise

“Mmmm?”

wanted to

“Thank you? For what?”

“For…. for everything….”

Where’s this going…?

You’ve changed my life. Even to making me realise that I want to marry

stress uncoiling. Whatever

can deal with

Whatever it is….

marry him? I’m very aware that

I do want to marry him. Only….” Her

to

Talk to me….

to change anything, is it? My being married to him?” Her voice is unhappy, full of

“What would change?”

of us. It will still be the three

Ahhh……

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