They kissed again. The sounds from the people surrounding them came roaring into Jerica’s ears, but she ignored it. All she wanted was to focus on Bridget and on no one else. This was their moment.
Eventually she stood up, and Sarah started the band going and sang with them. Jerica was so taken up by everything that she could focus on nothing other than Bridget and being close to her. They danced together for the first song, Jerica sure to not hit Bridget’s cast in any way. As soon as the first song ended, everyone came up to congratulate them before Sarah took off with another song.
Jerica’s heart was so filled with joy and happiness. She’d had no idea Bridget had planned this. The ring on her finger, however, felt absolutely perfect, and it was for her. There were no large diamonds. Instead it was a gold band with three small diamonds embedded in it so it wouldn’t break gloves or anything. She might get away with wearing it at work if she wanted.
Leaning in, she kissed Bridget again and lingered this time. She didn’t want to leave Bridget’s side ever again. She’d known for longer than Bridget perhaps that she’d wanted to be with no one else, and this sealed it. It may not have been very long, but they were meant to be together. Jerica was convinced of that, and it was something she would never give up. Bridget was hers, and she was Bridget’s. Now they would be together forever.
CHAPTER21
One year later…
Indigolooked gorgeous this time of year. Bridget had been spending more time there in the past few months, hanging out with Eli and Sarah. Jerica had come too. Election season was coming up, and she was already working her ass off to try and keep her position, but so far, no one in town was running against her. While it wasn’t exactly the way she wanted to win, she’d take it if she managed to keep her position.
Bridget was in the basement, moving in and out of the bedroom to the bathroom as she got dressed. It was one of the most important days of her life, the second one, actually. There was no way she was going to look like a run-down idiot as she walked down that aisle.
Sarah rapped her knuckles against the door. Bridget blew out a breath and closed her eyes as she leaned over the sink in the bathroom. “Yeah, come in.”
Sarah smiled, which gave Bridget a thrill of hope for the day. “Well, you’ve got one gorgeous bride. Did you know that?”
“Yeah.” Bridget grinned, thinking of Jerica. She hadn’t seen the dress, something Jerica had insisted on even though they were far from a traditional couple. She wanted to do whatever Jerica wanted in order for this wedding to be perfect. “I think I got lucky with that one.”
“We both did.” Sarah bumped her shoulder into Bridget’s. “However, if we don’t get you dressed, Karen is going to come down here and throw a fit about how no one is listening and no one is ready.”
Bridget eyed her. “You’re not dressed.”
“It’s more important that you get dressed.”
Snorting, Bridget sighed. “Fine.”
She straightened her back and started stripping off her clothes, dropping the comfortable ones she’d worn up there that morning onto the floor. Sarah turned around and left. As soon as Bridget had her pants and shirt on, she stepped out of the bathroom.
“What else do I need to do? Other than finish getting dressed that is?”
Sarah shook her head. “We’ve got everything covered.”
Frowning, Bridget pulled the ice blue vest out of the clothing bag and held it out to inspect. Jerica had chosen the color, specifically to match her eyes. She wasn’t sure it did match, but it was probably decently close. Sarah eyed her curiously, and Bridget ignored her as she pulled the vest on, buttoning it.
As soon as she they were both dressed, Bridget started up the stairs, but Sarah stopped her. “Uh-uh. That’s not allowed.”
“What do you mean it’s not allowed?”
“You don’t get to see the bride before she’s walking down the aisle.”
Bridget growled lightly and crossed her arms. “Are you really going to stop me from going upstairs?”
“Yes.”
“How the hell am I supposed to get out of the house to get to the gazebo then?”
“I will make sure the coast is clear when the time is right.”
Bridget pouted and flopped onto the couch, putting her feet up on the coffee table and not even caring that Eli would be pissed about it. She was not happy that she couldn’t even go upstairs to get something—not that she needed anything.
It took another hour for Eli to come down and grin at them. “You ready, Bridge?”
“Been ready,” she grumbled.
“Then come on.” Eli’s perpetual happiness annoyed her, though Bridget knew it wouldn’t last long.