I'm Marrying My Brother's Best Friend?!? [21]

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"Madison Isabella Adams...Madison Truesdale Adams...Madison Adams...Mrs.Nathan Adams..." Nathan said softly, stroking my hair with his fingertips and holding me close with the opposite arm.

"Sounds great, doesn't it?" I said, drawing circles on his chest with my finger.

"Absolutely," he said, then kissed the top of my head.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, simply enjoying being with each other. We were happy again and it was amazing. I loved him and he loved me. Everything that happened in the past few weeks didn't matter anymore. It didn't matter that he slept with Natalie or Hailey, Stone didn't matter. The only thing that mattered at that very moment was us. Things were simple again.

"I'm going to take a shower," Nathan said then raised an eyebrow, "care to join?"

I smiled. "Not until we're married pretty boy."

He put on a fake pout. "Party pooper."

"It will be worth it, guaranteed."

"Of course it will, my wedding night with the woman I love."

"Speaking of the wedding, do you think we should start planning it?"

His green eyes were filled with joy. "I'll call Annette after I get out of the shower," he said as he got out of bed and started into the bathroom.

"Who's Annette?" I asked as I cuddled with his pillow; it smelt like him.

"The wedding planner who planned the Governor's wedding."

"Oh la la, how'd you manage that, hot shot?"

He poked his head out of the bathroom and smirked. "Connections."

I chuckled. "Shower Nate, you're starting to smell."

Nathan playfully narrowed his eyes before retreating to the bathroom.

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Annette Jenkins was in her mid-fourties with wild red hair and a thin face. She was very opinionated, and I began to wonder why she asked my opinion at all, she always disapproved of them. Nathan was lucky enough to get out of the meeting by having to go another meeting with his father.

"I like this one," I said. I pointed to the simple invitation.

The invitation I liked was very simple, white and navy. It was in a large binder that was filled with invitations in clear page protectors. Most of the invitations were pastel or had doves and roses on them.

"Are you sure? I think," she turned the pages and pointed to a pastel card with lace and birds in the corner, "this one would be much more...Nadison." She used a large hand gesture as she combined my name with Nathan's.

I really didn't want to hurt Annette's feelings, but pastels and lace?

"Um...the thing is...I was kind of imagining soemthign more simple. I mean, I want a simple wedding, so I wouldn't want elaborate invitations." I paused between words as I attempted not to pull her hair out and yell that she could take her pastels and lace and shove them up her butt.

"Well, fine," she hissed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

I bit my lip. "I still want to talk to Nate about all of this anyway. He could love the save-the-dates you picked out. I mean, there is still a lot of time." I was lying. Nathan would never want his wedding invitation covered with lace, and pastel loopy letters, and lets not forget the pee-yellow birds flying around the words 'Save the Date', but it made Annette feel good.

She gave me a small smile. "Well, let's talk about your color scheme. Any ideas?"

"White and navy."

She didn't seem impressed, but clicked her pen and scribbled it onto her yellow notepad. The she let out the long sigh. "Well, that's nice I suppose, but wouldn't you rather have a happier palette for your wedding. Navy is just not a happy color. You should be thinking yellows, oranges, and pinks, perhaps even a dash of green."

I bit the inside of my cheek and counted to three before replying, "I like navy, Annette. I want the color scheme for my wedding to be navy and white."

She was clearly irritated but didn't protest. "Alright. Next on the to do list is flowers."

"Something white."

"Of course," she mumbled.

I ignored her rude remark and continued, "I thought about roses, but I don't want to be to boring."

"Your colors are whtie and navy, Madison. How on earth do you expect thing not to be boring when your colors are WHITE AND NAVY?!" Annette was on her feet now, screaming. Her face had flushed scarlett and her normally wide eyes were narrowed directly at me.

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"She was psycho, Nate! She kept on screaming, 'WHITE AND NAVY? YOU WANT WHITE AND NAVY?!' You are so lucky to have gotten out of it." Nathan was clutching his stomach from laughing at my impersonation of Annette. "And she kept picking out these ugly invitations with birds on them! They were yellow with lace and she thought they were more 'Nadison'. What is that anyway, a pet name?" I was pacing around the room throwing my arms into the air.

Nathan composed himself and wrapped his arms around me to stop me from pacing. "I'll come to the next meeting and explain to her what we want for the wedding."

I glanced up at him before lightly pressing my lips against his. "Crazy woman," I mumbled.

I pulled out of Nathan's arms to walk over to the bed and slip under the blankets.

I smiled as I applied a final coat of mascara.

"It's time to go," Annete said, grabbing my arm and taking me out to the garden.

I looked around. Pink roses were everywhere, Hailey was my maid of honor and she was in an awful pastel orange dress. Annette pushed me onto the aisle and I walked down it for some strange reason.

I walked up to the alter and Dan turned around smirking at me.

I wanted to run away but I couldn't, something was keeping me glued to the spot.

"Do you Daniel James Scott take Madison Isabella Truesdale to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

He smirked evilly at me. "I do."

"Do you Madison Isabella Truesdale take Daniel James Scott to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Someone object, someone object. "I do."

Dan grabbed the back of my neck roughly and slid his other arm around my waist and forced his lips onto mine. Then, we weree back in that room.

"Madison! What's wrong?"

"Nate?" I managed to mumble.

I looked around and saw I wasn't in that room, but my own with Nate.

"What did you dream about?"

"The wedding fro hell."

He wrapped his arm around me gently and pulled me to him making me feel safe. I tried to fall asleep but I couldn't erase that dream from my mind.

So, how was it? Anyways, I hope to get the next one out soon, but no promises, because I feel like a jerk when I break them.

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