“If you love her, then don’t let the past get in the way. The past is just that...the past. Fix what is now to have a better future,” Max added.
“I know. Becca won’t see me, so I need your help.” I stared at Jenna. Her eyes opened wider. Was she finally glad I was going to do something about it?
“I thought you would never ask,” Jenna said happily. “What’s the plan?”
“I’m not sure. It will have to be something she wouldn’t expect.”
After we came up with a plan, they went to Max’s place. Though I was comfortably sulking, it was good to see Jenna and Max. It was great to have family support. I was glad Jenna was willing to help me out. Most women stuck to themselves and blamed the fight on the men.
Chapter 17
Jenna
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Mr. and Mrs. Keith Hunt,” the pastor announced.
The clapping sounds echoed inside of the church as Keith and Nicole walked down the aisle. Nicole’s white dress swayed with her steps. She looked stunning with just the right amount of makeup and her hair up with loose, curly strands along the side.
All of the bridesmaids and groomsmen followed the wedding couple after the ring bearer and the flower girl. On my way, my eyes shifted to my right, knowing exactly where Max sat. It didn’t matter how many times he winked at me, it always felt like the first time, melting me to my core. I wanted to be in his arms—but the beautiful décor of flowers on every other pew and the lace that dangled along side by side distracted me—and I couldn’t wait for our wedding day.
After we were announced at the reception, we all took our seats. Since we didn’t seat in a traditional style, I was able to sit with Max. Pale lavender linen covered the tables, and on top were clear vases with white and pink flowers. On each setting was a party favor—a little white box with a lavender bow that tied the box together. The box was printed with a picture of Nicole and Keith, and inside were assorted chocolates.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” Max brushed his lips against my ear.
“I believe not enough.” My lips curled into a crooked smile as I sliced the salmon into bite size pieces. I was craving steak, but I decided to feed my baby salmon instead since it had Omega 3. I read that it was good for the baby’s development.
Max let out a soft chuckle and gave me a slice of his steak. He must have seen me drooling over his. “The lavender dress looks great on you, and you can’t even tell that you’re pregnant. But you look beautiful in any color...actually, I’d prefer them off you.”
“Would you now, Mr. Knight?” I took a sip of my water.
Max nodded after taking a bite of mixed vegetables. Pressing into my ear so only I could hear, he said, “Anywhere and anytime. It’s my pleasure to take care of my wife to be. I’ll be your slave. I can do as you will, but be warned...I will give you pleasure beyond what you can handle.”
Holy Max! His words were hot enough, but when I felt his hand slide up to my clit from the front slit of the dress, I almost choked on my water.
“You better watch it, Mr. Knight, I might just end up getting under the table and taking you on.” I couldn’t believe I had said that, but I was having so much fun flirting with Max that I couldn’t help myself. And the fact that he made it so easy, it came out natural for me. I also knew Max loved this new side of me. He claimed he was the cause of the new Jenna, and I would let him know every time that he was right.
Max jerked a little when I glided my hand, which was already resting on his thigh, to his crotch. “Okay.” He guided my hand out on the table. “I think we’d better stop or I’m going to have to cover myself if I need to get up.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, except there was a side of me that felt guilty for being so happy. Becky was sitting with her matched up groomsman at a table adjacent to us. I wondered why she was sitting there. Surely Nicole would have sat us together. This only made me wonder if she asked Nicole to seat us at different tables.
Becky was getting tired of me asking her questions about Matthew. It was like talking to a wall when that conversation came up. Knowing how stubborn Becky could be, I already understood I wasn’t going to win this one. Matthew and I had already conceived a plan. It had to be something sneaky. Something Jenna, the old me, wouldn’t have done for sure.
“I’m so glad you’re feeling better these days,” Max said, placing broccoli on my plate.
“Me too.” I was just grateful that it hadn’t lasted that long. I’d read that morning sickness lasted during the entire pregnancy for some women. How awful.