Love's Suicide(17)
By Thanksgiving, the wedding jitters were back in full force. They got so overwhelming that I took on extra shifts to keep myself busy. I stopped calling Brooks, in fear of telling him that I was nervous and him taking it the wrong way. We hadn’t spoken about feelings, but it was no secret that he still loved me.
The last thing I needed was him telling me that I was choosing the wrong brother.
AGAIN.
When he hadn’t heard from me in three weeks, he called my cell phone.
I’d erased his number, but knew when it said Texas, that it was him.
“Brooks, now isn’t a good time.”
“Why haven’t you called me, Kat? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lied.
“I know you better than that. Did I say or do something that made you mad?”
“No. It’s not you. It’s me.”
“So, I guess we’re breaking up?” He was trying to make me laugh.
When I didn’t say anything, he changed his approach. “You can tell me anything.”
“I’m scared.”
“Has he hurt you?”
“No. Of course not. I guess how I’m feeling is normal.”
“When’s the last time you ate? You know you have to take care of yourself, and you forget to eat when you’re stressed.” I was shocked that after all these years he still remembered the little things, where Branch had never asked or noticed that, and we lived together.
“I’m fine, Brooks. I’ve just been busy and nervous.”
“I worry when you don’t call.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Kat, you know you don’t have to go through with this. You have a choice. You always have. If you aren’t sure about being with Branch for the rest of your life, then don’t do it.”
It was the first time that he’d talked about me leaving his brother. “Why would you think that?”
“Isn’t it true?”
“No!” He couldn’t talk to me like that.
“Okay. Whatever you say. I’m just telling you that you’re allowed to change your mind.”
“Why would I change my mind? Do you honestly think I’m in love with you?” I couldn’t believe that I’d said it out loud and I surely wasn’t prepared for how he answered.
“Yeah. I do.”
I didn’t know what to say. Arguing with him was only going to make my thing even more frustrating.
So I hung up.
Brooks didn’t call me back and he didn’t try to call me during Thanksgiving.
As the weeks got closer to the wedding, I started to feel better. I kept focused on what needed to be done and avoided negative thoughts.
We spent the holiday with the family, and I avoided going into Brooks’ room. Branch was especially affectionate, and it reminded me why I was marrying him. He’d been by my side since we were children, and I knew I could count on him to give us the best future possible.
A few nights later, Branch took me out to celebrate our upcoming nuptials. He made me get dressed up and surprised me by taking me to a five-star steak restaurant.
We were seated down in a section all alone. Being that it was a Monday, I just figured that it was probably a night where they weren’t packed. The lighting was low and candles lit our table.
After we sat down, we were immediately offered a glass of wine and given our menus. “This is really nice,” I whispered as the waiter walked away.
“I only want the best for my girl, Katy. You deserve to be treated like a princess.”
“I wouldn’t go that far. I’m just my normal self. I have flaws, like everyone else.”
“You’re perfect to me. You always have been.”
I reached over the table and took his hand. “I love you, Branch.”
He smiled, seemingly pleased with the moment. “The big day is coming up. Are you getting nervous?”
“Of course not.” I pulled my hand away and acted offended, even though his question was closer to home than he probably knew.
“I just want everything to be perfect. Once we’re married all of your worries will fade away. I’m going to make you happy, you know.”
“Yeah, I do know that you’ll take care of me. You’re a good man, Branch. I’m lucky to have found you so early on in life. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”
He said something snarky under his breath and waved to the waiter to tell him we were ready to order, even though I’d barely looked at the menu. He didn’t look at me when he said his next comment. “You should just be glad you ended up with me instead of Brooks. He never could have made you happy anyway.”
I don’t know why I felt like I had to defend Brooks, but I slammed the menu shut and waved away the waiter before speaking my mind. “Don’t even go there with me, Branch. I can’t believe that you brought that up. What did he ever do to you?”