Dear Charlie

Charlotte (Charlie) Faye has always been the single lady; has been ever since high school and now in her twenties she's expected to fulfill a wife/mother role and quit her beloved job at the TEXAN TRIBUNE and stop pursuing her dream of being a real writer. When her family tries to set her up on several different dates, she finds her self thrown into the dating pool head first. Suddenly a new stranger comes to town and sweeps Charlie off her feet, but is something else holding her back from allowing herself to give this man a chance?


16. The Vows

Holy crap I blinked and it's two days before the wedding. Everyone in my family has been preparing for this day, and honestly it's been a lot of work. Between cake tastings and dress shopping, hair tryouts or whatever, nail appointments, and rehearsals, it's been one hell of a journey.  Art and I had been discussing whether or not to write our own vows. I'd wanted to but Art wasn't too sure, and since I was getting the church ceremony, I figured it would be fine just to do the traditional "I take Thee" route. It didn't really bother me but it always left a little "Hmm" thought in my head. But fast-forward all that, to the moment where Art and I were directing workers on where to put the large wedding tent and where to place tables. My mother and all my siblings were helping with decorations and just fixing up everything that need a tweak here and there. By night fall, Art and I were walking back to our home, that was also in the middle of a transformation. Keeping some of the cozy and old fashioned details, we were putting in an entire new kitchen, heating and cooler system, and updating the plumbing situation. Also changing the lamp fixtures and getting WiFi installed. 

We were sitting on the comfy red couch when Art said,

"I love you Charlie."

" love you too Art."

"I just want you to know that you are my everything."

"I know, you are my world Art."

He shifted himself to face me and then held my face in his hands."I want to write our own vows." he said quietly.

"What? I thought you didn't want to." I said surprised lifting my head from his hands.

"I didn't but mostly because I didn't know what to say. But I do now, and I actually did write them down." he said as he pulled a folded paper from his jean pockets.

"Art I-" I tired to start my protest.

"Please, Charlie, I want you to hear this, and then we can still not say our vows if you don't want to." he said placing a finger to my lips to shush me.

I nodded, encouraging him to read.

"Ahem, Dear Charlie, for so long I wondered what I was doing with my life. I'd been a wanderer and a loner, but when I got here and I met you for the first time at Caleb's, I felt something that no one has ever made me felt before. I regret not asking for your number that night. I thought I would forget you, but that special feeling never left me. And a month had passed I still not gotten the courage to ask you out. But then when all hope was lost I turned my head and saw you sitting down the  at the bar. Then being that cliche guy I ordered a drink for you, and I thought to myself what have I done? But  then you looked over to me and smiled at me, and at that moment I knew that I was in love with you. The past three years have been the best ones in my life, because each day I'm with you I fall in love with you even more. Through our struggles I feel I'm a better person because of you. I want nothing more in this world then to share the rest of my life with you and make you happy. And as we stand here today, while being surrounded by all our friends and your family and mine, I don't see them. Because the only person I have had my eyes on in the last three years, is now in front of me, and I love you more than anything Charlie. I feel a special attachment to your name because as I've been with you only I call you Charlie and I love that."

I had tears in my eyes as he finished and I laughed when he tried to wipe them, and it resulted in him smudging my eyeliner.

"Well, that doesn't leave me much time to write mine now." I smiled as he put his vows away.

"So does this mean?"

"Yes, Art we can write our own vows, you goose."

"But I'm you goose." he teased and pecked my cheek.

"Well, I love you my goose, and you have to cry when I write mine." I said in all seriousness.

"Of course dear." Art said smiling. "I love you."

"I love you too Art." I said as we began to lock up the house and make the forty minute drive back to town.


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