Fake Boyfriend - Miley Maine Page 0,75
over my face. “I sure didn’t.’
Jackson stretched out on the couch adjacent to me. “When do you want to actually tie the knot?”
I shifted the pillow off my face. “Do you have a preference?” I asked.
“No. We can do it here in your living room. We can do it at the courthouse with the Justice of the Peace.”
A smile flitted across my face at the thought of telling my mother that we were getting married at the courthouse. It would provide hours of amusement.
“If it’s okay with you, I’d actually like to get married at your grandfather’s cabin. Outside of course, by the lake.” Despite the absolute insanity of our time at the cabin, I had fond memories of that entire trip, with the exception of the kidnapping, and Douglas. But I enjoyed the cabin. And it was special to Jackson, and it was special to me as well -- it was where we’d first said ‘I love you.’
“I don’t mind that at all. I like any excuse to go up there,” he said.
“I just realized, you’re not my boyfriend anymore.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” I grinned. “You’re my fiance.”
He laughed, now understanding what I meant. “But not your pretend fiance.”
“No. never that.” He laughed. “When do you want to get married? What month?”
“I think next summer. We’ll make it one year to the date when we first met, or as close to it as possible,” I said. “What do you think?”
“I think that sounds perfect.” He bent down and rubbed his hand over my back. “Do you want to break the new house in, or are you too worn out from all the socializing?”
I flipped over so I was lying on my back and pulled him down on top of me. “I am never too tired for you.” Especially not when he just gotten back from a deployment. I couldn't imagine turning down time with him, even if I could barely keep my eyes open, and I planned to keep it that way.
Epilogue
Jackson
One year later…
When Loren told me she wanted to get married at my grandfather’s cabin, I was surprised. I thought she’d want to get married in Atlanta, or even Macon, Georgia. But she said she wanted our wedding to be where it all began, and I couldn’t argue with that. Of course the logistics of getting everyone up to the cabin was no hardship for her and her family, and she’d insisted on flying my family up too.
She’d only met my parents and siblings two times, so they were more than a little reluctant to allow her to pay for the plane tickets. But then Loren had called my dad, and told him the wedding at the cabin would mean a lot to her. I could tell my dad already liked her, and he was going to have a hard time rejecting her offer.
But then she explained that her dad was supplying his company plane for the guests, and that it wouldn’t cost anyone a dime. The rest of my family lived in Florida, all within an hour of each other, so they agreed to let the Stevens Manufacturing jet come pick them up.
From personal experience, I knew they’d enjoy every second of flying on that private airplane instead of being squished into coach, which is how they’d usually be flying.
Now that they were all here at my grandfather’s cabin, I finally understood what Loren had meant about the atmosphere of a wedding. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was the groom, but I felt like I was at a happy family reunion.
This was the first time my entire family had been together in Alaska in over a decade. And my parents were even able to mention my sister for a few minutes, which usually didn’t happen.
And Loren’s family was all there, just as obnoxious as ever, but even Marie was happy for Loren, and was cheerful, despite her own disastrous wedding one year ago.
Loren wanted an outdoor wedding, which was good because not too many people would fit in my grandfather’s cabin, and as I waited for Loren to come down the aisle, I was glad she’d chosen to go outside.
I stood at the altar, in front of the sparking lake, with a view of the mountains all around us. To my right, I could actually see the cabin. The white chairs for the guests were lined up to face the clear blue lake.
The last few months had been a whirlwind. I’d had a rough deployment and