THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN AND HEAVILY EDITED. NAMES, PLACES, AND SOME SCENES WILL BE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. SOME STUFF WILL BE TAKEN OUT AND SOME WILL BE ADDED.
THE INITIAL PLOT STAYS THE SAME.
So, if you begin reading as of 5/21/2021 and choose to read ahead further than I have updated-some things might be confusing or might not make sense. As of right now and will continue, slowly, adding the new chapters as I write them. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX has been rewritten & updated.
**IF A CHAPTER HAS BEEN REWRITTEN/EDITED THE ^^ABOVE^^ NOTE WILL BE AT THE BEGINNING OF THE CHAPTER.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Eliza
The days have been brighter since that day sitting with Flynn at Battle Field Park. There has been a pep in my step that even I can't deny knowing that in just three short weeks, Austin is coming home to us. While I don't know which direction our future is headed, trusting that they will be headed in the same direction is enough to help me breathe easier.
And it wasn't just me. Lenora was elated that he was coming home. Flynn had been smiling a lot more even though he never actually commented on Austin's homecoming. Even daddy seemed lighter-almost like there was a weight being lifted off his shoulders at the knowledge that he was coming back to me.
Things were...Good.
In the week since I'd received that letter from Austin, I'd been busying myself fully. There were so many things I wanted to have done before he got here and my time if I'd counted the days correctly, was running out quickly. Not that I was complaining-I wasn't. According to the date on Austin's letter, it had taken two weeks for me to even receive the letter considering he'd mailed it all the way from Tokyo which meant that by the time I'd gotten the letter I only had to wait four weeks for the day to arrive.
Three weeks, now.
If I wasn't working or getting the house ready for Christmas, I was knitting the cutest little outfits for our baby girl or setting up her nursery in Eric's old room and if I wasn't doing that, I was finishing up my wedding dress.
"Jesus, it's fucking beautiful, E." Terra twirls in front of my full-length mirror. "It's risqué, for sure but absolutely to die for. I can't believe my best friend is this fucking talented."
I bite my lip, trying to hold off the giddy smile threatening to take over my mouth. The dress is to die for. Not to sound arrogant, but it is my best work yet since I'd first gotten my sewing machine.
It embodied bridal perfection-sweet, feminine, and playful all rolled into one stunning gown that I literally couldn't take my eyes off of. The fit and flare dress sheathes every natural curve of Terra's body in the beautiful linear, vintage lace Austin had bought me. Finely detailed, thin straps adorn her shoulders delicately before framing a deep plunging neckline. For a hint of dimension, I'd handstitched tiny pearls I'd found at the fabric store to the bodice and straps. It had taken what seemed like a lifetime, but wholly worth it.
And even those weren't the best assets of this dress. No.
"Turn around again," I murmur, in complete awe that I was capable of designing something this wonderful.
She does as I ask, twirling around once more. The side cut-outs contour her body while the low back borders on the edge of scandalous. I can see all the way down to her spine to her lower back where elegant buttons embellish the dress all way down her bottom, leading to a romantic, lace-trimmed train.
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Romance"One night. That's all I want. I promise I won't expect anything more than what you offer." She murmured, pleadingly and reached back to the zipper. Her dress slipped down and pooled at her feet, exposing her sweet little body to me. Doing m...
