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John had been barking commands for nearly fifteen minutes when Beth heard another familiar voice at the front door call out, “Anybody home?”
Monica shot her a surprised look through the mirror. Beth’s own heart tensed to hear Paul’s playful tone—over an hour earlier than expected— and braced for the fallout.
“What are you doing here!?” John yelled from kitchen, practically on cue.
“Heard there’s a wedding goin’ on.” Beth visualized Paul’s deadpan shrug. “Thought I’d check it out.”
“Dammit, Paul, today? Of all days?” John bit, his frustration audible.
“Especially today of all days, John,” Paul countered. “Christ, it’s not like you don’t know how I operate by this point.”
John huffed a low growl, unappeased.
“If you really loved me, you’d let me have my pathetic little coping mechanisms,” Paul parried, still standing in the foyer, if she judged the sound correctly. The hint of nervous sincerity made her wonder if he was being sarcastic. Was he having second thoughts? Cold feet?
“As long as you realize they’re pathetic,” John grumbled, and Beth heard forgiveness in his tone. “Go upstairs, then, and stay there. I’ll be in the backyard.”
Paul made the expected begrudging noises of cooperation, dutifully tromping up the stairwell and slamming a door, muttering mild threats and invective the whole way. In an equally immature and undignified manner, John huffed and bustled his way out the door once the path was clear.
Less than three minutes later, Beth wasn’t terribly surprised when Paul slipped into the closet. Their eyes met in the mirror, and Beth’s heart warmed to see him, smiling and in a good mood. At least you’re hereand not panicked, off in the middle of some desert.
Monica placed the final pin in Beth’s hair. “You’re as bad as my three-year-old,” she tsked.
Paul offered a wry smile. “Flattery like that is what makes all the hard work worthwhile.”
Beth smiled despite her better judgment, knowing it would only encourage worse. “He’s gonna wring your neck, then mine, if he catches you in here.”
Paul planted a kiss on her cheek. “You and I both know mine alone will suffice.”
“Can’t you just humor him today?” Beth pleaded. Though I could say the same to John, she admitted.
“All this wedding day superstition is utter bullshit. Plus, flouting Groomzilla’s stupid wedding rules is kinda my new thing…”
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