Authors: Shyla Colt
Mistaken Identity (17 page)
“I
know, I got it bad.
But hey, one day you will, too, and you’ll
understand.”
“Don’t jinx
me, dude. I’m fine right where I’m at.”
The panicked
expression on his face made Jett and Aiden laugh.
“I think you
scared him,” Aiden said.
“It’s not as
bad as you’re making out to be, son.” His father patted Scott on the back.
“Let’s just
get through this wedding first before you start plotting ways to tie me down,”
Scott said.
They posed
for a few more pictures and then headed over to the ceremony space. Jet looked
over the set up with pride. A white canopy had been erected to enclose the
space and keep away prying eyes.
They’d
hung glass vases with colorful tulips, roses, and Gerber daises, from the
trellis beneath the tent, along the fence. A row of chairs was set up on either
side of the aisle. Instead of a runner, pink rose petals covered the
ground.
Mason jars full of baby’s breath
and pink peonies hung from the chairs on the end of the rows of chair they’d
done two by two.
The
photographer took the down time to capture the space. Gauzy lengths of curtains
attached to the trellis separated the ceremony from the reception area. They’d
all banded together and done an excellent job. Even his future father-in-law,
Reginald, helped. After telling his wife he was going away to look at some new
equipment for his practice he’d joined them in Eaton. Jett found he liked the
man when he wasn’t swallowed by the drama that surrounded his wife.
The back door
opened, and his mother appeared, dressed in a flowing white dress.
Unconventional.
“We’ll be
starting in the next five minutes.” She took her seat in the front row, beside
Reginald who looked sharp in a tailor fitted navy suit, and matching tie. Jett straightened,
clutched his hands, and took a deep breath.
“You okay,
man?” Aiden asked.
“Oh
yeah, feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.”
Anxiety
spiked with every new face that didn’t belong to Kansas.
First
Sky, then
Mya
.
Music began to play. Everyone
at the ceremony stood. His palms grew sweaty, and blood rushed to his head.
Inhaling he focused his entire being on the empty doorframe. Her appearance
took his breath away. The beading along the spaghetti straps and her empire
waist sparkled in the sun. She was a muse come to life in the flowing pink
number. Her hair was loose and curly, tumbling down her back like black silk.
She clutched a bouquet of pink flowers, wrapped in a dark pink ribbon. His mind
registered all the details, but his gaze never left hers. The love that shone
in her eyes humbled him. She was open in a way he’d never dared hope for. Water
welled up in his eyes, and he blinked it away. Her father met her at the end of
the aisle, and walked her up.
“Who gives
this woman away?” his father asked.
“Her
mother and I.”
Reginald placed her hand in his. “Take good
care of her, son.”
“I will.”
Her hand
trembled, and he squeezed offering up support.
“Wow,” he
whispered.
“Double
that.” She scanned him.
“This
old thing?”
He winked. In his black tuxedo and black bow tie he was
nothing more than adornment.
They turned
to face his father.
“I’m new at
this, so we’ll keep things short, sweet, and traditional. Dearly beloved, we
are gathered here to today in the presence of God to join Jett Beauregard
Walker and Kansas Karri Collins
in
matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore is
not by any to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently,
discreetly, advisedly and solemnly. Into this holy estate these two persons
present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may
not be joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace
.
“Do you have
the rings?”
“We do,” Aiden
and
Mya
said in unison as they stepped up. He took
the cool, gold ring from his best friend and took Kansas’s hand in his.
“Repeat
after me.
I, Jett, take you, Kansas, to be my friend, my lover, the
mother of my children and my wife. I will be yours in times of plenty and in
times of want, in times of sickness and in times of health, in times of joy and
in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph. I promise to
cherish and respect you, to care and protect you, to comfort and encourage you,
and stay with you, for all eternity.”
He slipped
the ring onto her finger. Tears rolled down her face, and she hiccupped.
Her voice shook as she repeated the words.
“With the
power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your
bride.”
Jett pulled
her into his arms, dipped her, and stole a passionate kiss before he righted
her. Cheers filled the air.
“Ladies
and gentleman, Mr. And Mrs. Jett Beauregard Walker!”
We did it. Oh my God, I’m someone’s husband.
Finality
slammed into him like a brick wall. They walked down the aisle to a spray of
bubbles. From the moment they reached the end the aisle the night was nonstop,
pictures, dinner, dances, and toasts.
Sprawled across the bed in their wedding finery, their fingers entwined
he’d never been so grateful to be home in his life. There were no words
accurate enough to describe the awe and unconditional love he felt for the
woman who
lay
beside him.
She turned to
look at him with sleep heavy eyes. “I love you, husband. Thank you for today. I
never thought much about my wedding day, but it would’ve looked incredibly
similar to this.”
“Anything
for you, wife.”
Epilogue
A thin blonde
in a two piece black suit and an electric blue tank top spoke into the camera.
“Breaking News, you’ll only hear on Scoop. Jett Walker, star of the hit show,
Paranormal Investigation
, is off the
market! The stunning actor married his lady love, Kansas, in a private ceremony
over the weekend. They’ve released a photo spread to us, which we’ll be
printing this Tuesday. For now, here’s a sneak peek.” The screen switched to an
image of the dirty-blond haired man in a tailor made tuxedo with a black bowtie
dancing with
his curvaceous, brown-skinned
wife in a gorgeous, scoop necked, strappy, pink, wedding dress. After a few
moments the blonde anchor returned on screen.
“Lovely aren’t they? They weren’t the only
celebrities with big news this week!”
Jett turned
off the television and glanced around the room where his wife and Aiden sat.
Aiden
clapped. “Well done.”
“What do you
think,
Sas
?”
“I think my phone is about to blow up, but
you’re a genius!”
He hugged her and
chuckled.
“We’ll do the
pregnancy announcement the same way. I think with the fans and paparazzi it’s
just easier to stay one step ahead of them. Give them what they want, so they
don’t obsess on getting that first shot.”
He tucked a
strand of hair behind her ear, and Aiden cleared his throat.
“I think I’m
going to call
Mya
, see if she saw it.” He hurried
from the trailer, and Jett and Kansas laughed.
“Think a
romance is in bloom there?” Kansas said.
“Hmm, you may
have something there … now, I have thirty minutes before I have to be back to
set.”
“What did you
have in mind, Mr. Walker?”
“It’s easier
to show you.”
He pressed
her down onto the couch, covering her body with his. A lifetime with this woman
would never be enough.
The End
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