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Iโm a little early, and I take the extra time to speak to the winery event coordinator. Her name is Jessica, and sheโs as passionate about weddings as I am. The ceremony itself will be held in the gorgeous formal gardens followed by a reception in the ballroom.
Thereโs nothing wedding planners appreciate more than a wedding where the ceremony itself and the reception are held in one venue. It makes for an easy transition from one place to another, and the chances of lateness are next to nil.
Mark and Brenda arrive and join us in the gardens where the ceremony will be held. Warmth spreads through my body as I see how in love they are. They simply cannot keep their hands from each other.
Couples like Mark and Brenda remind me why I do this. They make me believe in love all over again. I think about Declan. When strangers see us, what do they see? I donโt know whether itโs love that I feel for him. If it is love, would I have contemplated leaving everything we have because of the lure of having a daughter? I swallow a lump of saliva and force my thoughts back to the present.
โI love the smell of roses,โ Brenda says, looking up at Mark.
โThey donโt rival your scent,โ Mark says, and they are lost in their world.
Jessica and I exchange a look that tells me that weโre in the same boat. Neither of us has what the about to be newlyweds have. I swallow feelings of envy, which are stupid and unprofessional. I could add ten other adjectives.
When Mark and Brenda come back to earth, I take out my notes, and we discuss where the family will sit, where the musicians will set up, where the wedding party will stand, and other seemingly simple details, but which are crucial to the smooth running of the ceremony.
We finish up at seven-thirty, which is pretty late, but Iโd already told Declan Iโd be late. I drive home feeling a lot better than when I left Dr. Frostโs office.
I feel like a fraud when I get home and walk into Declanโs arms and he asks me how my day was. I tell him the highlights of everything that happened except that I saw a therapist.
โYou look relaxed,โ he says as we set the table for dinner. โThe old you.โ
โThanks. I feel like old me,โ I say, but I really feel as if Iโm in a play, cast in a role that Iโm not entirely comfortable in.
How do married people behave? I wish someone would tell me. Are they completely honest with their partners all of the time, or do they keep large parts of themselves hidden away?
I canโt wait for nighttime, which is my best time with Declan. When we make love, everything fades away. My secrets, my shame, everything disappears except the pleasure that he and I give each other.
โI feel bad,โ I tell Declan when we sit down for dinner. โI rarely cook dinner. Tomorrow will be my turn.โ
โIt doesnโt matter,โ he says in his usual easy-going manner. โI like cooking, and I get home earlier than you.โ He holds my gaze. โBesides, I love you. Iโd do anything for you.โ
Tears fill my eyes at the simple declaration. I feel like crap. I vow there and then to do anything I can for Declan. Anything to make our marriage work. The first thing I think of is his mom. Declan loves his mother. He hasnโt said it, but I feel it every time he talks about her.
I make a vow to do everything I can to get along with her. And the first thing Iโll do is to try to begin a relationship with her. I decided to call her and perhaps drive to Santa Monica for lunch.
โHow did the venue walk-through go?โ Declan asks.
I smile at how quickly heโs picking up the jargon in my industry. โIt went well. Mark and Brenda are a delightful couple,โ I say with a sigh.
โSo are we,โ Declan says.
I wonder if Mark and Brenda keep things from each other? I feel as if the secrets between Declan and I are growing by the day. Does he honestly believe that we are a delightful couple?
โSure,โ I say and plaster a smile.
Declan stares at me. โYouโre perfect, Marian. How did I get so lucky?โ
Guilt piles on and almost overwhelmed me. Iโm the furthest person from perfect there is. Before Declan came into my life, I thought I had it all together. After we got married, his presence in my life has exposed holes in my heart I thought I had sealed.
Unable to meet his gaze, I busy myself carrying our used dishes to the sink to wash them.
Declan chuckles as Iโm cleaning up. โArenโt we the weird couple?โ
โWhy?โ I ask.
โYou have a dishwasher, and we always wash dishes ourselves. Why is that?โ
I laugh as it dawns on me how right he is. โI love the feel of soap and warm water on my hands. Itโs soothing.โ
โI find it more satisfying when I see them stacked on the drying rack. I feel as if Iโve accomplished something, even if itโs just cleaning dishes,โ Declan says.
After cleaning up, we snuggle on the couch to watch TV. Itโs nice to lean against Declanโs massive chest and have him softly rub my arms. Itโs so comfortable that I feel my eyelids growing heavy.
โAre you falling asleep?โ Declan asks softly.
โNo. Yes.โ
He chuckles. โCome on, letโs go to bed. Mine or yours?โ
โLetโs do yours today,โ I say, my voice heavy with sleep.
We turn out the lights, and as Declan follows behind me as I go up the stairs, he pinches my butt. It soon becomes a game as he chases me up the stairs, and by the time we get to my room, my sleepiness is gone.
I pop into the bathroom to freshen up, and when I return to the bedroom, Iโm
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