Deal With It

Layla

I dragged myself out of the hotel, and everyone seemed enthusiastic about returning home. I was excited to start working with dad. It's been so long since I've visited the company, and I was really looking forward to it. The only thing that worried me was his thoughts on this situation. I let him down; this is not how I had pictured ever being married.

I wanted the big wedding, with the long white gown, the fancy napkins, the big beautiful arrangements, bridesmaids, everything. Not be married by Elvis in the little chapel of Vegas while being highly intoxicated.

I sat shotgun, it was Daniel's turn to drive, and I guess the proper thing to do was sit next to him. I tried falling asleep, snuggling on my seat, but I just couldn't.

I was unease. I began feeling horrible for telling him I didn't want this marriage. There was a look in his eyes that told me my words had hurt him. Yet, he continued to caress me, squeezed my hand from time to time, and held my hand, kissing my knuckle