by Doreen Alsen
There weren’t a lot of people there in this pretty little white clapboard church. No stained glass, the old windows let the sun in to light up the sanctuary in this warm golden light. Actual beeswax candles gently scented the air. They wanted a small wedding, because Momma had been there, done that with the huge wedding the first time around. So, just family and friends. Dave’s family was pretty chill, even though there weren’t a lot of them. The crew from The End Zone was all at the wedding, since Bobby closed the restaurant for the day.
And, speaking of friends, Ruark had taken a big step and asked Luke, the hot bass from chorus, to be his date. Luke was sitting in the pews right now, third row, with Mr. and Mrs. Kelly.
It felt good to be out of the closet. Really good.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was getting better.
“It’s time, kid,” Dave said as he put his hand on Ruark’s shoulder.
Ruark’s heart bumped against his ribs as they stepped up to the front of the chapel, as the organist pumped and wheezed out Beethoven’s Ode to Joy.
Dave wore the goofiest, lovesick look on his face, as he looked toward the back doorway.
Ruark followed Dave’s gaze, and looked to the back of the church, where Momma, Shanna, and Patsy started the short walk down the aisle. He heard Dave suck in a breath, probably in awe of how beautiful Momma was in an elegant winter white tea length dress.
They’d let Patsy pick her own dress, an over the top pink number with sequins on the bodice and a full puffy, layered tulle skirt.
And, yeah, he had to admit Shanna cleaned up pretty well, in a deep blue satin dress.
Like he couldn’t wait to touch Momma, Dave moved halfway up the aisle to travel the rest of the way with her. Their matching smiles shone brighter than the sunlight streaming into the sanctuary. They kept their hands clasped together as they made the forever kind of promises.
From where Ruark was standing, the future looked pretty damn good.
A word about the author...
Doreen has wanted to be a writer her whole life but took a detour into being an opera singer and choral conductor. She realized that maybe she should spend more time writing when creating the back stories for her operatic roles was more fun than actually singing them. Plus her romance-lovin' heart couldn't take all the dead bodies littering the stage at the end of the performance. She is still an active conductor and is regularly found waving her arms around in front of singers.
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