Here's chapter 8 :). Enjoy!
Chapter 8:
Bailey's POV:
Ever since John's proposal, I've never been happier. The day after he proposed I got my ring and we have been spending a lot of time together. We aren't wasting time on waiting for a wedding. We started planning already and it's been so stressful! I never expected it to be like this. We already have a guest list planned out and today we are going to see flowers and try some cake for it.
"Excited?" I say looking over at John while he drives and he chuckles.
"Obviously, I get to try some cake for our wedding." John replies as he takes my hand in his and glances at me then back on the road.
I smile looking at him then l look down on our intertwined hands and I look at the engagement ring. I wonder how I even got to meet him and how fast this was turning. I just couldn't believe it was going this fast.
"You know, I never imagined my summer planning a wedding with the love of my life." I chuckle as I look at John again and he glances at him before looking back on the road.
"Really? I never imagined it either." John replies back and I look out the window for at least twenty more minutes before we get to the flower shop to choose flowers and we get out, and I run inside, excited to pick flowers out.
I run over to the roses because those are my favorite, especially white and red roses. I'm looking over the roses and I feel muscular arms wrap around me and I feel a head on my shoulder and I smile as John sways both of us.
"Maybe we should do something different. A light and joyful wedding." John suggests and I get an idea and I lead us over to the spring flowers and I grab a couple of sunflowers.
"Would this work?" I ask, showing him and I feel him nod and I smile, turning around in his arms and I kiss him deeply for a few moments. I knew I had to stop because he was getting into it and pulled me close to him and I felt his boner so, you know that wouldn't turn out pretty.
I chuckle at feeling his boner and I pull away and he groans in frustration.
"You are giving me more later." John says, pointing at me and I laugh.
"Okay, sure you are." I reply, looking at more flowers that I can pick for the wedding. I look at yellow tulips and some white Hawaiian flowers called crepe ginger and moonflower. I honestly loved the flowers. I knew I was going to use some of those crepe ginger flowers in my hair for the wedding. I just needed the dress to match.
After about two or three hours of choosing flowers, I've already chose tons and both John and I loved them and thought it would match the light and joyful wedding. I loved that John suggested that we do something different. Now what differences are we going to make about the cakes.
We get to the bakery in about an hour and I'm looking at all the samples of cakes they had and I bite my bottom lip, deciding on which to choose. I look over a John who's already eating some of samples and I laugh.
"John!" I say, still laughing and he turns to look at me with frosting all over his face and I laugh even harder and he grins.
After he wipes his mouth with a napkin, I peck his lips and start trying some of the cake samples.
"Hmm, I love this one. Try it, honey." I call for John to try the sweet cake they have called Dulce de Leche. I feed some to John and he loves it also.
"That's really good. What is it?" John asks and decides to look at the label and takes a sample for himself and starts eating it, leaving all the other cake samples alone.
"I really love this; can we get this one for the wedding?" John asks, already taking his third sample of the cake and I laugh.
"Sure. It will be different. This cake is Spanish." I say and I go to the baker, telling him what the cake I wanted and both John and I tell him how we wanted the cake shape to look like and we leave the bakery and start going home.
"Man, I'm stuffed." I say as I look out the window, holding my aching stomach from eating a lot of samples.
John chuckles "I'm not; I wonder what your dad is grilling tonight for dinner." He smiles and takes my hand in his and squeezes it gently to not hurt me and I groan just thinking of more food and John laughs.
After about forty-five minutes, he pulls up in my driveway and we go inside. John is going out to the patio and I go to the kitchen with my mom to tell her what kind of flowers and the kind of cake John and I picked out and I heard a thump on the floor and I run to where it came from and I see John on the ground, staring at my father who is standing, hovering over John.
"Dad!" I yell, shocked from my father's actions. I know my father had punched John just by the way John was holding his jaw.
"Stay out of this, Bailey." My dad tells me.
"Get up, military man." My dad says to John and I look at him, confused, while my father holds a defensive stance.
"You think you can hurt my daughter and leave like that now, do you?" He says in a stern and serious voice.
"Dad, what are you talking about?" I ask, now lost on why my dad has assured John this way.
"He didn't tell you? He's in the military as a Marine. He's on leave and is going back in two weeks." My dad tells me and I look at John, appalled.
"W-What?" I say as John gets up.
"Bailey." John says as he walks towards me. I shake my head violently and I almost fall back, but my mother is there luckily to catch me in time and I continue walking backwards, still shaking my head, but this time lighter and slower.
"Bailey, listen to me." John says and I continue to shake my head and I stop walking.
"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me you were only on leave for six weeks? Why didn't you tell me?" I'm now yelling with tears in my eyes. I can't believe he is leaving in two weeks. John told me he was in the military, but he never told me he was leaving in two weeks. We are getting married in a couple days and now I find out about this.
"Bailey." John says again and I shake my head in disappointment, biting the inside of my cheek, forcing my tears away so I won't show that I'm weak and I walk out of my house, going towards my car and John grabs my wrist and I groan quietly from the pressure of John pulling me back.
"Bailey, don't go." John says, sincerely. I can tell in his voice that he doesn't want me to go, but he is leaving me in two weeks so what is the difference?
"You are leaving me in two weeks. What is the difference of me leaving you?" I ask between my now gritted teeth. John's grip loosens, but he doesn't speak.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask, relaxing a bit, but still upset that he didn't tell me.
"Because I knew you wouldn't want to be with me if I was only here for six weeks." John replies. He's right. I would never go for a man who is in the military and on leave because who knows if I will ever see the same guy again. I look down, trying to hide my tears, but they don't stop. They just start falling down onto the concrete of the driveway and he lifts my head up with his hand and I shake my head.
"Leave, John." I say, my voice a bit hoarse. John shakes his head and I back away.
"Leave." I say once again and John looks at me. Those baby blue eyes are now dark blue and filled with tears.
"Don't do this, Bailey." John says, his voice cracking as I see a tear from his left eye falling down his cheek.
"I'm doing this for the good of both of us, John." I reply and I clench the jaw muscle, trying to fight back the tears that keep falling, but it doesn't help. John looks at me; I see the depression already starting in him and myself. John backs away and he goes to his house. I look down and squat, as I push some of my hair to the back as I cry. I just couldn't believe the love of my life had only two weeks left to stay here.