Two days ago everything was perfect, now I have this sudden urge to vomit and the more I play with this envelop the more the bile wants to surface. I pour myself another cup of water and pray that this won't send me over the edge, of course I know exactly what this envelop contains and even though I was ready for it I had actually been so caught up in everything I had, to a degree, completely forgot about this.
Two days previous
"Ange, you need to calm down!" Temperance hitched up her dress and followed her frantic friend through the hotel room
"Calm down, Tempe. You are aware that you are about to get married?" Ange stopped sharply causing Tempe to bump into her "Oh God, if you weren't sure about this then why did you agree?"
"I never said I wasn't sure, what I said is 'I wish thing were different' that doesn't equate to what you are freaking out about, I'm sure about this" Smiling at her friend they continue getting ready.
"So how did meeting Booth's Parents go?" Watching Tempe almost stop breathing, Ange could guess it wasn't the best meeting.
"Well, where to start? Firstly, his Mom thinks that I've somehow taken advantage of her son's goodwill and I've pushed him into a fast wedding, trust me if she was a fan of mine she certainly didn't show it. It would surprise me if they stood up and stopped the wedding, I'll be holding my breath anyway. Oh his Dad hates me, keeps calling me patience, I'm not sure if it's some sort of hint but it is really annoying! In fact, lets not think about it anymore" Tempe stood and flatten out a few ruffles "I'm ready"
I carefully place it on the table, I can hear movement from the bedroom and again the feeling I'm about to lose my stomach is back. Seeley Booth is now my husband, it's not real but only he and I know it, I don't want to hide this from him and I know that he'll find out eventually but right now I just want to bury my head and pretend that my presence hasn't been requested at the hearing of Peter Sommers. Of course I want him to pay for what he did to those girls, but why should I have to relive the whole ordeal again. I mean, it's bad enough that I wake up thinking that I'm back in that room afraid to open my eyes and now I will finally know when I get to face the man who has made me terrified. Before I have time to decide what to do, I have a hand on my shoulder.
"Good Morning, what's that?" Booth looks at the letter lying on the table, now I'm gonna have to tell him.
"Good morning" it really isn't, I do my best fake smile but he has seen it all before "My court date" I don't want to look at him, so I face the chair on the other side of the table. I feel him walk away, I feel more alone than I'd like to admit. I hear the coffee pot being lifted and I feel so much better knowing that he is still close. A cup of steaming coffee and Booth are now sitting next me.
"You know I'm here for you" he grabs my hand, brushing his thumb lightly across the back of it "I know you don't want to talk about it now, but if you need to talk"
"Will you open it?" Was that really my voice? I sound helpless. Booth begins to open the letter and I can still myself wanting to stop him, I don't want to know. His hand returns to mine as he finishes unfolding it.
His grip tightens slightly as he reads "Next week, you need to make yourself available for the whole week" My mind screams, how am I suppose to prepare in less than 3 days. My breathing is laboured and I am beginning to think I may have given myself a heart attack, I can see Booth's mouth moving but I can't hear him anymore, panic has definitely set in.
"Are you OK?" I see the concern in his eyes, I nod, but in reality I couldn't say what I am feeling right now.
Sorry for not updating earlier, had some major issues going on.
