Page 2 of Finding Us
“I’m kidding. But it’s still a promise—just between you and me. I don’t want to be one of those couples who grows apart after they get married.”
“I don’t think that will happen. I love you way too much.”
“I love you, too.” Garret glances back at the clock. “So he’s coming at 10?”
“Yeah, but he’s driving up from LA so he could be late with traffic. But we should still get ready.”
“Then I’ll hit the shower.” He kisses me quick before getting up. I watch his naked ass walking away and I hop out of bed.
“I’ll come with you,” I say following him to the bathroom.
He laughs as he reaches in the walk-in shower and turns the faucet on. “Yeah, I don’t think we need to worry about our sex life slowing down after we’re married.”
“What? I’m just trying to conserve water.”
“Uh-huh. That’s what you always say.”
It’s true. I always pretend that I just want to shower with him, but it usually leads to sex.
He tests the water to see if it’s warm then swats my ass. “You could’ve at least given me a few minutes to reload.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, stepping in the warm water. “We’re just showering.”
He smiles and gives me an eye roll as he follows me in. I try to control myself and shower as I normally would, but then I reach up and give him a kiss, which leads to another kiss, and then touching. And as usual, we do more than shower.
We finally get dressed and Garret goes to the kitchen to make breakfast. It’s another tradition. He likes to make a big breakfast every morning; eggs, toast, fruit.
Since moving here, we’ve kind of gotten into a routine in which Garret and Sean spend the day surfing and Harper and I hang out on the beach. Sean is a chef at a restaurant in town so he works a lot of nights and weekends, which means his days are usually free.
“Hi, Garret.” I hear Harper in the living room.
I go downstairs to greet her, still toweling off my wet hair. “Hi, Harper.”
“Sleeping late again?” she asks, grinning. “I thought you were getting up early today.”
“Yeah, I thought so, too,” I say, smiling at Garret.
He doesn’t even notice as he continues making breakfast.
“So have you decided what type of vows you want?” Harper slumps into the couch. She has on a light pink tank top and white shorts that show off her tan legs. Her blond hair is pulled back in a ponytail. I’ve noticed it keeps getting lighter the more time she spends in the sun.
“I don’t know yet.” I toss my towel in the laundry room off the kitchen. “Maybe we’ll just do the traditional thing.” I join Harper on the couch
“Really? But isn’t that kind of boring? And don’t they make you say you’ll obey your husband?”
I hear Garret laughing from the kitchen. “Jade doesn’t obey anyone. Half the time she doesn’t evenlistento me.”
“That’s not true,” I insist. “Sometimes I listen to you.”
He shakes his head as he comes over to us. “You never listen to me.” He drops a kiss on my head and rubs my shoulders as he stands behind the couch. “Harper, I need you to make her get a dress. I don’t want her walking down the aisle in shorts and a t-shirt.”
“I wasn’t going to wear shorts,” I say. “I have a white skirt.”
Harper gives me a stern look. “You’re getting a dress, Jade. A real wedding dress. It doesn’t have to be some over-the-top princess dress, like I would wear, but it has to be special. Not just some dress from the mall.”
“But I don’t need something like that. It’s a beach wedding. It’s not formal.”
Harper glances up at Garret. “I’ll take her shopping. I’ll make sure she gets something appropriate.”
