We would still feel the doubts, the conflict over our decisions. But they were only bumps in the road, not the defining path we were taking.
Three days later, as I sat on the plane that would take me back to Virginia, I didn’t feel the painful, scary knot in my stomach. I held the book Clay had given me in my lap and I didn’t worry whether the man I loved was walking farther and farther away from me. I knew that this was it…for both of us.
This was our story.
And one way or another we’d get our happy ending.
RUBY straightened my collar and smoothed the lapels of my jacket. This was taking a lot longer than necessary, mostly due to my aunt’s frequent tears and sniffling.
“You look so handsome,” Ruby said, blowing her nose for the millionth time. I grinned over her head at Daniel, who was trying to fix his bowtie.
“What about me, Ruby? Tell me I’m handsome,” Daniel whined. Ruby chuckled and turned her attention to Daniel, leaving me to finish getting myself ready with a lot less snot.
I mouthed “thank you” across the room as Ruby went about straightening his best man attire.
“You both look wonderful. But you already knew that,” Ruby patted Daniel’s cheek and he gave her a toothy grin.
The door to the room where we were getting ready flew open, followed by a blur of dark brown curls and a frantic Rachel not far behind.
“Poppy, get back here!” Rachel grabbed her and Daniel’s two-year-old daughter around the waist and hoisted her up onto her hip. Maggie’s best friend was in an obvious state of panic. She was wearing a green dress that was still unzipped in the back and her hair was up in curlers.
Rachel looked at me and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry about busting in here like this, but Pops wanted to see her daddy,” Rachel explained handing the squirming little girl over to Daniel.
“She ran down the hallway like she was busting out of prison. She’s fast for a toddler,” Rachel wheezed, trying to get her breath.
Ruby started cooing and talking gibberish to Poppy, while the dark haired escapee giggled. Daniel blew a raspberry on the side of his daughter’s neck and her giggles morphed into near hysterics.
Rachel gave me a once over. “Not bad, Reed. You clean up real good.” She gave me a wink.
I put a hand on my chin and struck a pose. “GQ ain’t got nothin’ on me,” I joked. Rachel rolled her eyes.
“Are you okay with Poppy staying in here for a while? I still have to finish getting ready and Maggie’s a mess. Her mom is trying to do her hair and god knows if they’re both still breathing. I have to get back there and run interference,” Rachel said and my heart thudded in my chest.
In less than an hour, on this warm April day, I’d be marrying the love of my life. There were many times over the years that I thought this would never happen. I had doubted that the road would ever lead to this point. Even after Maggie agreed to be my wife, I still lived my life, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Surely she’d wake up one morning and realize she was better off without me. That the daily burden of being loved by me would prove too much.
Even as we secured a future for ourselves, I had an underlying obsessive fear that it would all come crashing down around me. That this world Maggie had given me would be taken away in an instant.
There were nights I’d wake up in a cold sweat, pulled out of nightmares where I was back at Grayson’s and I was never getting out. My therapist insisted they were anxiety dreams. He reassured me I was doing well. My meds continued to work the way they were supposed to. I diligently followed my outpatient care, which I refused to let up on all these years later.
The closer the wedding came, the stronger the anxiety. I had almost convinced myself that something would happen and Maggie would call the whole thing off. Would I ever be able to enjoy my happiness without waiting for the ceiling to cave in?
Probably not. Every day was a learning experience. Every day was a lesson in celebrating small successes. And while I didn’t think I’d ever be that guy again, the person who had self-destructed and almost taken everyone else down with him; I still saw the shadow of him in the mirror. A constant reminder of what I had almost lost but also of what I had gained.
I couldn’t think back on the last decade without being thankful for the miracles that I had been given. Maggie, Ruby, our friends, this chance to have the life I had always wanted.
I was set to graduate with my Masters in art therapy in May. I had already secured a job at a non-profit program in Washington D.C. for children with mental health issues. Maggie had decided to go back to school at night to get her Masters in education and hoped to be a school administrator. She still taught high school and there were days we didn’t see each other until darkness claimed us in exhaustion.
But we woke up together each and every morning. And that is what mattered.
There was a knock at the door and Oscar, my old roommate from Rose Heights, poked his head inside. He looked uncomfortable in his suit and tie but he seemed to take his role as usher very seriously. We had stayed in touch all these years and when he had moved to Maryland to work as a computer programmer for a development company, Maggie and I made it a point to see him regularly. He, Tyler and Maria, who were all in attendance today, were my only friends that I kept in contact with from my years in Florida.
I know it should be surprising that Maria would be at my wedding but she too had come a long way from the girl she had been. And when she had met her boyfriend, James, last year and had moved in with him, I knew she would be all right. I had learned from our periodic conversations over the years that she relapsed several times and was still struggling with living outside of treatment. But she was getting there.
And in the end, isn’t that all any of us could hope for?
“I was told to come up to get you. The minister’s here,” Oscar said, giving all of us an awkward smile.
My hands went clammy and my mouth was dry. This was it. The day I had been waiting my whole life for.
“Let’s get down there, man,” Daniel said, clasping my shoulder while Poppy tried to poke my eye. I grabbed her finger and pretended to bite it. She squealed and snatched her hand away.
“No, Uncle Clay,” she pouted, giving me a stern look.
I smiled at the tiny terror, knowing I was firmly under her little finger.
“Come on, let’s get our wedding on,” Danny joked, tucking his daughter into his side. I took a deep breath and headed for the door.
Ruby caught my hand before I went into the hallway. “Lisa would be so proud of you. I’m so proud of you. You’re the son of my heart. I love you very much,” she said with a watery smile.
I hugged my aunt and thanked the universe for giving me this woman to love me when my parents hadn’t. I had, in a moment of weakness, sent my mother and father a wedding invitation. I was never given a response and for the first time it hadn’t destroyed a small piece of my heart. It bothered me that they didn’t have the capacity to love me. I’m sure, in a way, it always would. But it no longer defined my life.
And that’s because I knew what love really looked like. Ruby, Lisa, and Maggie had made sure I was given it in spades. And that love sustained me.
“I love you too, Ruby,” I replied, giving her a final squeeze before letting go.
We walked down the familiar hallway of Maggie’s parents’ home. Down the stairs and toward the backyard. The house had been transformed with flowers and decorations. Outside in the yard, there were people in the rows of chairs that had been set up for the occasion. At the back of the garden was a gazebo where Mr. Young spoke with Reverend Miles, the man who would officiate the ceremony.
There were no more than fifty people there, but that’s how Maggie and I had wanted it. I felt a tug on my pants leg and looked down at Rachel and Daniel’s daughter who stood with her arms outstretched for me to pick her up.
Grinning, I reached down and lifted her into my arms. Poppy’s little brown head r
ested on my shoulder and Daniel rolled his eyes. “She’ll never get used to walking anywhere with you and Maggie around. You spoil her rotten,” he joked, not meaning a word he said. Daniel Lowe doted on his daughter and wife in a way that was amazing to see.
“You and Maggie need to pop out a few, give this little diva some competition,” Daniel teased, running his hand over his daughter’s head.
“My hair!” Poppy yelled, swatting her dad’s hand. Daniel and I laughed.
“She’s her mother’s girl, that’s for sure,” Daniel said, chuckling as I handed the little girl back to her father.
I spoke with Tyler, Maria, and her boyfriend before heading to the gazebo. I tried to still my restless energy as I spoke with the minister and Daniel while we waited for the ceremony to start.
But I was ready to get things started. I wasn’t sure I could wait another moment to make Maggie my wife.
Then it was time. Everyone took their places and the music started. And it was then that I felt my heart fly out of my chest.
I watched as Maggie May Young, the girl who had stolen my soul on the sidewalk in front of our high school all those years ago, came walking into the backyard on the arm of her father.
She didn’t wear a veil so nothing obstructed my view of the face I adored above all others. Her brown eyes were wet and I smiled so wide I thought my face would split in half.
When Mr. Young put her hand in mine and I looked at the woman who would be my wife, I knew we had come full circle. I leaned down and brushed a kiss underneath her ear.
“Are you ready?” I asked in a whisper, knowing the answer as her eyes shone brilliantly up at me. I noticed that she wore the butterfly necklace I had given her when we were still kids trying to figure out the messy world we had been thrown into.
She was my butterfly.
My warmth in the ice.
The reason my heart beat in my chest.
“I was ready the first time I saw you,” she said softly, lacing her fingers with mine.
I lifted our joined hands to my lips and gently kissed her knuckles. We stood together, in the light of a perfect April afternoon, saying our vows of forever in front of the people we loved.
And finally, after all this time, the darkness was behind us.
THE END
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Warmth in Ice- A. Meredith Walters
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This one is for my readers who have loved Maggie and Clay from the very beginning. It was so hard letting this story go so I’m happy to give you one final chapter in their journey. I hope this shows you that there is always hope and light!
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And of course, thank you to my husband and daughter. At the end of the day, you are the most important people in my world. None of this matters without you! Xx
A.Meredith Walters has been writing since childhood and is also the author of the Find You in the Dark and Bad Rep series as well as the upcoming NA novel, Reclaiming the Sand, to be released in 2014.
Meredith spent over a decade as a counselor for children and teens at both a Domestic/Sexual violence shelter and later an outpatient program for at risk children with severe mental health and behavioral issues. Her clients and their stories continue to influence every aspect of her writing.
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Table of Contents
Title
Other books by A. Meredith Walters
Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Epilogue
12 NAs of Christmas
About the Author
Acknowledgements
About the Book Designer
Copyright
Table of Contents
Title
Other books by A. Meredith Walters
Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Epilogue
12 NAs of Christmas
About the Author
Acknowledgements
About the Book Designer
Copyright
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