by Beverly Farr
She frowned at the memory. “Your phone vibrated. It was my dad, texting you for an update.”
He drew his breath in sharply. “I didn’t know you had seen that.”
She nodded. “I scrolled through the conversation. It was damning. At the club, you’d said something like: ‘Mission accomplished. Everything under control.’ Later you said, ‘She’ll be with me for a few days.’”
“What was I supposed to say? He was worried.”
“He asked about Nigel and you responded, ‘He’s out of the picture. She won’t marry him now.’”
Lars said, “You thought I’d married you just to keep you away from Nigel?”
“What else was I supposed to think? I felt as if I were a task on some checklist. Keep Kelly happy - check. Make sure she doesn’t marry Nigel - check.”
“I was trying to tell him as little as possible so we could surprise him with the wedding.”
“That makes sense now, but at time, I was afraid you felt nothing for me -- that you were babysitting me. That’s when I grew defensive and asked if my father had sent you after me.”
He looked guilty. “What could I say? It was the truth.”
“You could have said, ‘I love you, Kelly.’ That’s what I wanted to hear.”
“Words are difficult for me.”
“I know, but when I asked you why you married me, you just stood there. I was furious. I wanted to get some reaction, so I told you I wanted a divorce.” Tears filled her eyes. “And you didn’t fight or argue --”
“I’m fighting for you now, Kelly.”
“-- you just accepted it. What was I supposed to think?” She folded her arms over her rounded belly. She still didn’t know what to think.
His voice was husky. “Part of me couldn’t believe you preferred me to Nigel. I’m not your type.”
Kelly shook her head. “You’re exactly my type. It just took me a while to figure it out. On Tuesday I was driving over to your condo to tell you, when I had the car accident.”
“And I left for Boston, thinking I’d ruined my only chance with you.”
Suddenly she was grateful for the baby that had brought them back together, giving them another chance. She looked deep into his eyes. She brushed his hair back from his face. “Actually, you’ve always been my type. I fell a little in love with you when I was fifteen.” At his look of astonishment, she said, “That’s part of your charm. You don’t realize how wonderful you are.”
“But you and your friends were always laughing at me.”
Kelly said, “That’s what fifteen year old girls do when they’re nervous. I was giggly and silly, but I adored you.”
“The feeling was mutual.”
Now it was her turn to be astonished.
“Let me tell you a story,” Lars said. He walked over and sat on her mattress. He patted a spot next to him. “Get comfortable,” he said. “This might take a while.”
Kelly hesitated, then curled up next to him.
“Thank you,” he said, putting his arm around her. He said, “Eight years ago, I started working for your father. I was twenty-two, anxious to do a good job. All I wanted was to become a sales manager as soon as possible. Then one day I saw you, and my life changed.”
Kelly turned her head to look up at him. “Are you telling me you fell in love with me when I was fifteen?”
“No, you were just a kid. But I knew there was something special about you.”
Kelly was amazed. “I remember that day. We’d just won a soccer game. I came into Dad’s office, all sweaty and dirty, wanting permission to spend the night at Brenda’s. Then I saw you, and almost died of embarrassment.”
“You handled it well. You were charming.”
Kelly rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe it. You’ve always liked me?”
He touched her cheek tenderly. “Yes. But it was safer to keep my distance. I got used to keeping my emotions hidden.”
And he’d done an excellent job. Kelly was humbled by the devotion now blazing in his eyes. How could she doubt him? “I’m grown up now,” she said quietly.
“I know, and sometimes I’ve treated you like a child, trying to control your life. I’m sorry.”
She thought of her mother. “It’s easy to do,” she said, forgiving him completely. “Just don’t do it again.”
“It’s a deal.” He reached over to kiss her. “Ah, Kelly, I love you dearly.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” She kissed him again. Which led to more than kisses.
Much later, Kelly sighed. “Do you think I’m fat?”
Lars laughed. “You’re pregnant, not fat.”
“Good answer.”
He kissed her stomach. “You are beautiful. I love the fact that we made a baby, that my child is growing within you.”
For a man who didn’t think he was good with words, he was doing fine. She said, “I love you, Lars.”
He said, “I think we should go on another honeymoon.”
“When?”
“Now. After the baby’s born. Once a year. What do you think?”
“It’s a great idea, and this time I’ll remember.”
THE END
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
Hello, I hope you liked Forgotten Honeymoon, book one in my Best Friends Wedding Series. I love amnesia stories and one of my favorites is a Myrna Loy/William Powell film LOVE YOU AGAIN, in which a con man with amnesia has become a boring business man. When he gets his memory back, he decides to go to the boring business man’s town and clean out his bank account. It’s hilarious.
For those who are interested, book two in the series is The M Word. It is the romance of Kelly’s best friend Brenda. It is now available.
If you enjoyed the story, please consider going to the website where you purchased your ebook and write a review.
If you like pregnant bride stories, you might like my novel BABY COMES FIRST. I also have another sweet, quirky novel HER EX NEXT DOOR.
My Blog: “Celebrating the Sweet Romance:
http://beverlyfarr.com/
Thanks. I look forward to hearing from you.
Beverly
Table of Contents
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
