planning the wedding was fun and thinking about the honeymoon was exciting...but Remy and I were about to be married. Remy LeBeau was going to be my husband.
My worry was this: could Remy LeBeau be anyones husband?
Remy was the consumate playboy for so long until I came along 2 years ago. And throughout our dating and our engagement, I always was so paranoid that he was cheating or would get bored with me. But, Remy never did anything wrong. Not that I knew of and believe me, I would know. I can read the mans thoughts and in a fit of curiousity, I had...too many times without him knowing. But, he truly had never cheated. Not once.
"Cyndi, you are so paranoid...just stop worrying..." I sighed at my reflection as I smoothed the skirt of my white dress.
"...he loves you." I replied confidently.
Suddenly, I heard a soft knock at the door.
"Who is it?" I asked gently.
"Delivery from the groom." I heard Scott reply cheerfully. I smiled and went to the door and opened it to let Scott in.
"Aww, Cyn, you look so beautiful." He smiled as we hugged.
"Thanks, Scottie." I grinned.
"Remy wanted me to give you something." Scott chuckled as he revealed a little pink gift bag with pretty pink and silver bows on it. What could it possibly be? I took the bag and curiously looked inside and found a pair of...socks? I let out a laugh and took them out of the bag and held them up.
"Socks?" I laughed.
"There's a note." Scott smiled. I looked back in the bag and pulled out a slip of paper, on it was Remy's handwriting:
For your cold feet.
Love, Remy
I chuckled and shook my head. He was so sweet.
"That's adorable." I smiled softly, looking at the socks in my hand.
"He was worried you actually wouldn't come today." Scott explained.
"I love him...of course I'd be here. Just a little nervous." I replied.
"Why?" Scott asked as I went to sit down on a chair and he knelt down beside me to talk.
"You know how Remy can be...with women. How he has been in the past. Marriage is serious. If Remy were to so much as wink at another woman,
I might lose my mind. I don't always want to be wondering...you know?" I said softly.
"I understand. But, let me ask you this...how has he been with you? Has he ever done anything?" He asked. I glanced down at my lap and studied the fabric for a moment.
"Well, no. But, sometimes I think it's just a matter of time before he does. And I feel awful for saying that because I love him so much, Scott. And I trust him with my life...I just...I'm so scared." I admitted softly as I looked up at my friend.
"That's normal." Scott said. We sat there in silence for a minute of two before he spoke again.
"Remy loves you. He'd never hurt you. He's grown so much since you and he have been together...I wouldn't be here if I didn't agree with what was happening today...and you know how cautious I am." Scott smiled. I smiled back and nodded.
"I know...I feel better, Scottie. Thank you." I replied as we stood up and I gave him a hug.
"Now go marry that Cajun. He's sweating bullets." Scott teased with a grin before he left.
The door shut and I was left alone again...with my socks. I chuckled to myself and picked up my bouquet, clutching my pair of socks and my flowers I left the room.
I wasn't scared anymore.