Perfection, Chapter 2 - Boys in Blue
Luka was pacing the room. He was scared. The whol relationship had moved so quickly but it felt good. He looked out of the window. Carter's house, mansion, was beautiful, the perfect setting for the perfect wedding.
He'd surprised himself with how quickly he fell in love with Susan. He never thought he could love anyone again. When he lost his wife and child his world had ended. That was it, he thought. His heart broke when she died and he never imagined there would be any room for anyone else. Then there was Abby. He thought he loved her but he shocked himself with the things he said to her. He did care deeply about her and he never wanted to hurt her but he was so passionate about her he couldn't control his emotions with her.
Then he started to see Susan in a totally different light. The night of the lockdown was tough but they had gotten through it together. They went out for a meal and things went from there. A month later Susan was living with him and things were going well. The month after that they were engaged and now it was their wedding day.
Luka smoothed down his navy blue suit as Carter stumbled into the room.
"What time is it?" he asked sleepily.
"11:45" Luka replied.
"Damn! Why didn't you wake me?"
"I didn't see the need. There's plenty of time."
"I'm going to get a shower. Go downstairs have some breakfast, take a walk, whatever."
"But, what if I see Susan?"
"Abby's with her in the west wing. You won't bump into her if you stay in the kitchen. After my shower I'll go and warn her."
Carter sighed when he mentioned Abby's name. He loved her so much but sleeping in the same bed night after night but not being able to get close to her was killing him.
He wanted her so badly but there were things stopping him. As he steped into the shower he reached round to his back and touched the scars. They weren't painful any more but the memories definitely were. He couldn't let Abby see them, how could she ever want him if she saw them?
He got out of the shower and wrapped himself up in a dressing gown. He wandered down to his and Abby's room in search of her. She wasn't there so he walked upstairs. Knocking lightly on the door he walked in to see Abby and Susan looking like angels.
"Woah, you two look amazing!"
They both blushed, Abby especially. She looked up at him and smiles. She walked past him and kissed him lightly in the lips. As she went through the door she turned around.
"Thanks Susie, you look wonderful."
Carter watched her shut the door then turned to Susan.
"So..."
"John, she is head over heels in love with you and nothing is ever going to change that."
"Susan, I was talking about you. I mean are you sure you're ready for all of this?"
"I've just had all this from Abby thank you. And yes I am totally ready for this. Now go and get that lovely blue suit on or you'll not be being best man."
"Yes ma'am. Oh, don't go into the kitchen, Luka's down there."
"All right. How is he?"
"Just as nervous as you!"
Susan smiled and turned to the mirror and looked over her dress again for the millionth time. Everything had to be perfect. It was going to be perfect.
Luka was pacing the room. He was scared. The whol relationship had moved so quickly but it felt good. He looked out of the window. Carter's house, mansion, was beautiful, the perfect setting for the perfect wedding.
He'd surprised himself with how quickly he fell in love with Susan. He never thought he could love anyone again. When he lost his wife and child his world had ended. That was it, he thought. His heart broke when she died and he never imagined there would be any room for anyone else. Then there was Abby. He thought he loved her but he shocked himself with the things he said to her. He did care deeply about her and he never wanted to hurt her but he was so passionate about her he couldn't control his emotions with her.
Then he started to see Susan in a totally different light. The night of the lockdown was tough but they had gotten through it together. They went out for a meal and things went from there. A month later Susan was living with him and things were going well. The month after that they were engaged and now it was their wedding day.
Luka smoothed down his navy blue suit as Carter stumbled into the room.
"What time is it?" he asked sleepily.
"11:45" Luka replied.
"Damn! Why didn't you wake me?"
"I didn't see the need. There's plenty of time."
"I'm going to get a shower. Go downstairs have some breakfast, take a walk, whatever."
"But, what if I see Susan?"
"Abby's with her in the west wing. You won't bump into her if you stay in the kitchen. After my shower I'll go and warn her."
Carter sighed when he mentioned Abby's name. He loved her so much but sleeping in the same bed night after night but not being able to get close to her was killing him.
He wanted her so badly but there were things stopping him. As he steped into the shower he reached round to his back and touched the scars. They weren't painful any more but the memories definitely were. He couldn't let Abby see them, how could she ever want him if she saw them?
He got out of the shower and wrapped himself up in a dressing gown. He wandered down to his and Abby's room in search of her. She wasn't there so he walked upstairs. Knocking lightly on the door he walked in to see Abby and Susan looking like angels.
"Woah, you two look amazing!"
They both blushed, Abby especially. She looked up at him and smiles. She walked past him and kissed him lightly in the lips. As she went through the door she turned around.
"Thanks Susie, you look wonderful."
Carter watched her shut the door then turned to Susan.
"So..."
"John, she is head over heels in love with you and nothing is ever going to change that."
"Susan, I was talking about you. I mean are you sure you're ready for all of this?"
"I've just had all this from Abby thank you. And yes I am totally ready for this. Now go and get that lovely blue suit on or you'll not be being best man."
"Yes ma'am. Oh, don't go into the kitchen, Luka's down there."
"All right. How is he?"
"Just as nervous as you!"
Susan smiled and turned to the mirror and looked over her dress again for the millionth time. Everything had to be perfect. It was going to be perfect.
