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Ifs and Maybes

send me on my way still smiling

“Madelin, that dress looks absolutely darling on you!” her mother happily professed, as she motioned for her daughter to slowly spin around. Everyone in the room made either an ‘ooh’ or ‘ahh’ utterance in approval, but Maddy just didn’t feel right in the gown.

“What’s wrong with it?” her sister asked knowingly. Clarissa had been through the whole wedding dress ordeal when she got married a few years ago and knew by the look on her sister’s face that she wasn’t pleased with the material she adorned.

Maddy shrugged her shoulders and uncomfortably shifted. “It just doesn’t feel right.”

Her sister smirked. “And?”

Maddy finally cracked a smile and added, “And I really hate the beading around the waistline.”

Both sisters made eye contact and started to giggle. They both knew it was a hideous gown, she had only tried it on because her mother had been talking about how lovely it was ever since she had laid eyes on it.

Clarissa suddenly stood and went to browse through the racks of dresses. She pulled out a few and put them in Maddy’s dressing room.

“Go try one of ‘em on,” she insisted. Maddy groaned, but complied. She struggled to put on the next one, and if it hadn’t been for her mother’s help, she would have ripped the back of the dress completely.

“How’s Patrick doing?” her mother politely asked, as she zipped up the back.

“Good. They have a game tonight, so he was gone this morning before I woke up.”

Maddy shimmied around in the dress, before she felt comfortable enough to walk out onto the platform in the middle of the room.

“Has he been helping with the wedding plans at all?” her mother continued.

Maddy shook her head. “He’s been pretty busy, so I’ve just done most of it myself.”

More excuses.

“He should at least be doing something,” her sister commented. “Logan didn’t really want to be in charge of any of the planning for our wedding, but he still made an effort to help.”

Before Maddy could speak, her mother cut her off.

“This isn’t just your wedding sweetie, it’s both of yours.”

The loud buzzing of Maddy’s phone interrupted the girl’s conversation and Maddy couldn’t have been more thankful. Rissa grabbed it for her and grinned when she read the name of the caller.

“Speaking of the devil. Your future hubby is on the line,” she teased. Maddy pushed her softly as she took her phone from her sister and answered the call.

“Hey Pat,” she murmured softly into the phone. She could hear a few shouts in the background and the sound of hockey equipment being thrown around. He must have just gotten done with practice. The boys were pulling a double header, playing a game tonight in Buffalo and at home tomorrow.

“Hey babe. What are you doing?” Of course he forgot.

“Out with my mom and sister looking for a wedding dress.”

“Find anything special?” she could hear the smile in his voice and that sort of caught her off guard. Usually he was very blasé about anything that had to do with the wedding plans.

You put everything together and I’ll just be at the alter wearing a suit and tie, waiting to marry the most beautiful woman on the face of this planet.

It had been repeated to her on multiple occasions when she had asked for his input on some of the smaller details of the ceremony.

“Not yet, still looking.”

“I’m sure whatever you wear will look amazing, babe. You could wear yoga pants and a pullover for all I care.”

She giggled in response and told him that she wished she could.

“I’m pretty sure your mother and mine would both have a coronary if I did though,” she said low enough so her mom wouldn’t hear. His soft chuckles filled her ears and her smile grew. His laugh always sounded so perfect and filled her heart with joy. Whenever he was happy, it made her just as happy.

“Is there a reason you called?” she asked, wondering why he had originally called her in the first place. They had definitely strayed off topic.

“Just wondering if you were coming to the game tomorrow night.” There was a twinge of hope in his voice.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” she replied, without skipping a beat. It was a huge division game and she knew that Pat was a little nervous. Of course she’d go for moral support. What kind of fiancé would she be if she didn’t?

“Great,” she could hear the relief in his voice, “and maybe we can go out for dinner afterwards?”

“I’d love that Pat.”

“Good. So I’ll see you after the game then.”

Maddy nodded her head, even though she knew he couldn’t see her. “I’ll see you then. Good luck tonight, baby.”

“Thanks Madds. I’ll catch you later.”

Just as Maddy was about to speak again, the line went dead and she heard nothing but static. Her smile slowly faded into a frown and she dejectedly let her shoulders slouch. Whatever happiness his phone call had given her quickly disappeared.

“Love you too, Pat.”


Love it, glad to see you've updated and I can't wait to read more soon!

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I love it !

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Loving it!

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It's hard to deal with alcoholics... Sometimes they need to hit rock bottom before they can get better... Some people still keep drinking. I'm curious to see what she does, even if Jon talks to him, will it be a permanent fix or a temporary fix? I think it's one of those things that he needs to see for himself, you know? Having heard her admit that or something.... Anyways awesome chapter and I can't wait for more.

So good!

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