Lark smirked and nodded his head. Looking back to Tristan, I asked, “You didn’t plan it with him to ask me that?”
Tristan wore a confused as hell look on his face as he shook his head and said, “Um . . . no. You feeling okay there, buddy? I mean I know we all get a little nervous and all, but you seem to be on edge.”
Rolling my eyes and letting out a sigh, I turned and sat back down. “I’m not nervous. Or at least I wasn’t nervous until dickhead here had to say something about me bringing up an old girlfriend’s name at the wedding.” Pointing to Tristan, I said, “Then you came out and said damn near the same thing.”
Tristan chuckled. “Dude, it happens to the best of us.”
Turning to Tristan, I said, “It didn’t happen to you.” Glancing back at Lark, I asked, “Did it happen to you?”
Lark looked like he was offended. “Fuck no, I didn’t call her by another girl’s name. How dare you accuse me of that, you asshole.”
“Hey! You just accused me of doing it, dickhead,” I said as I punched Lark in the arm.
“All right, boys, settle down,” my mother said as she walked out and smacked me on the head. Rubbing my hand on the back of my head, I glared at Lark who smirked and gave me the finger.
“Real mature,” I said as my mother cleared her throat.
“Boys, I need you to get your game faces on. The wedding is in a few hours, and we still have a number of things to take care of.”
Lark stood up and said, “We will take care of everything, Mrs. Walker. Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours.”
My mother blushed and brushed Lark off with her hand. “Oh, you sweet talker, you. You take care of that pregnant wife of yours.”
Smiling, Lark said, “Yes, ma’am, you know I will.”
Dropping my mouth open, I watched as Lark headed back into the house. Tristan stood up and said, “Maybe we should start with getting all the chairs out on the lawn and everything?”
Clapping her hand, my mother said, “Yes! Oh, Tristan, we would be lost without you this weekend.”
I was pretty sure my mouth was now dragging the ground. Patting my mother sweetly on the arm, Tristan headed into the house as I watched him walk away with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Those bastards. They managed to infiltrate my mother!
Turning back to her, I was about to start talking when she held up her hand. “Let’s go for a walk. I want to spend some bonding time together.”
Smiling, I held my arm out as my mother took it and began walking alongside me.
“Bonding time, huh?” I asked as I raised my eyebrow at her.
Looking straight ahead, my mother inhaled through her nose and let out a contented sigh. “I’ve always loved our walks, Aaron. Do you remember the walk we took before you graduated high school?”
Nodding my head, I let out a small chuckle. “Of course I do. I remember all of our walks, Mom.”
“Do you remember what you said to me about when you found someone to love forever?”
Frowning, I thought back to that conversation. Letting out a laugh, I said, “I must have forgotten that part of the conversation.”
Glancing at me, my mother stared at me through her eyelashes. “Uh-huh. Well let me refresh your memory, son.” We walked for a bit in silence as we made our way to the creek. Stopping at a bench, my mother motioned for me to sit down.
“You told me you were never going to get married.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “I do remember that.”
Smiling, she looked into my eyes. “Of course, at the time I knew that wasn’t a true statement. I knew your heart was like mine, guarded and locked up tight waiting for that one person to come along and unlock it.”
“I waited a long time, Mom,” I said as my voice faltered.
Placing her hand on the side of my face, she nodded. “I know you did. The wait was worth it though, was it not?”
Thinking back to the first time I ever saw Sierra, I knew then she was different from any other girl I had ever known. I fought the instant feelings rushing through my body, but even then, I knew deep down she was more. “Very much worth the wait.” Taking in a breath, I slowly blew it out. “Mom, may I ask you something?”
Looking back over the creek, my mother whispered, “Always.”
Taking in a shallow breath, I asked the question I’d been longing to know. “Were you afraid when you were diagnosed with cancer?”
Still staring straight ahead, my mother smiled slightly. “Terrified. But then your father took my face in his hands and looked deep into my soul and said we would fight it together. In that moment, I knew I would win because I had your father’s love behind me. Love is a powerful tool, Aaron. It can be used in a good way or a bad way. Like for instance your father strong arming you back into his practice.”
