Chapter Eight
"Keep them closed," Cordelia commanded as she carefully guided Lindsey into the chapel. She and Carol had taken the day their day off to look for places to have the wedding, and Cordelia fell in love with this one. She knew that she and Lindsey had originally wanted an outdoor wedding, but what if it rained? She could not predict the weather, and she did not want his firm doing something mystical to ensure good weather. Besides, this place was everything she wanted for her wedding place and more.
"Cor, what's going on here?" Lindsey asked. He kept his eyes closed, and he walked very slowly to avoid tripping over anything. "If you have me in line to see a Celine Dion concert…" he started in a warning tone of voice.
"No," Cordelia quickly interrupted. "No concerts. Just something I've wanted since I was a little girl," she informed him as she brought him a few steps closer.
"I better not open my eyes and see Jason Priestley," Lindsey said seriously.
"Lindsey, I'm being serious," Cordelia pouted as she moved him to the left a little bit. He was now centered in the aisle.
Lindsey nodded. "I am, too," he said. "I love you." He frowned impatiently. "How much longer, Cordy?" he asked.
"Just a minute," Cordelia said as she moved him up a few inches. "You need to have the best view," she said as she moved him an inch to the right. She stepped back and looked at him. It seemed like the best place. "Ok," she said. "Open your eyes."
Lindsey opened his eyes slowly and was taken aback with awe. The chapel was amazing. Large stain glass windows covered the left and right walls. The ceiling was high, and it looked beautiful in an old way. "Cordy, it's wonderful," he said finally. He turned to her. "What's wrong with it?" he asked.
"It's booked until the end of September," Cordelia admitted. "September 24th is my due date," she added with a sigh. "But look at this place. This is what I imagined my wedding would be like."
"Will be like," Lindsey said. "October weddings could be nice," he told her. "That way you won't look like the thing that sunk the Titanic," he pointed out casually.
"Hey," Cordelia argued as she slapped his shoulder. "This is half yours I'll have you know."
Lindsey smiled as he pulled her into his arms. "I know, and I love you. But think about it. In October, we could have this child be the flower girl or ring bearer depending on its sex."
Cordelia smiled at him. "You always know how to make me feel better," she said as she hugged him.
Lindsey smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. "Should we find a minister and snag a date?" he asked as he took Cordelia's hand and held it in his.