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I am not sure what her preference is. But… if she needs someone?
DAVEY
Of course. It would be an honor. She’s my sister. And I’m not about to desert her on her wedding day. You didn’t even have to ask.
DERRICK
We aren’t mad anymore. I promise no one is going to punch you.
DAVEY
Other than your mother.
I snickered, he wasn’t wrong.
ME
Touché, Davey. Pray for peace. She’ll text you when she gets up.
DAVEY
Sounds good. Don’t get cold feet.
ME
I never would.
I continued making breakfast and loading the dishwasher with plates from our impromptu fourth meal of pizza at midnight when Daphne emerged.
“I was going to do that,” Daphne protested.
“No, princess, you’re getting the day torestbefore we party later,” I insisted.
She gave me a quick kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“I need to work on my vows. Did you?—”
“Oh, mine have been written for weeks,” I snickered. “I’ll leave you to it and go to the gym, if that’s okay?”
I knew she’d want some space. She longed for a quiet moment this morning.
“Yeah. That would help me focus.”
“Uh… actually, I have one more question.”
“What?”
“You know how you worried about coming down the aisle. Davey is ready to escort you. He’s expecting it.”
She frowned. “I…. I love that he wants to do it, but… I decided I have another plan.”
“I am sure he will be okay with whatever,” I clarified. “As long as you are happy. He just knows this is hard for you. And he and Derrick promised not to punch me.”
“I am glad we’ve made it past that,” Daphne giggled.
“So what will it be?” I asked.