“I’ve seen that look of horror before on my own face.”
Smiling, I looked at Adaline in the mirror. We’d become the best of friends and I thought of her as a sister. She looked amazing even though she was about to push out a baby.
“I find it hard to believe you were nervous to marry Emmit.”
“Ha!” she said with a wave of her hand as if I had just said the most ridiculous thing ever. “Trust me, I was scared to death. Plus, all the craziness that surrounded our wedding.”
“What kind of craziness?” I asked.
“It’s a long story that I’ll tell you all about when we’re alone with a big bottle of wine.”
Giggling, I shook my head. “My life has changed so much since meeting Malcolm.”
“I bet,” she said as she got up and made her way over to me. She was all stomach as she climbed the two steps and adjusted the dress. “You’re going to make a beautiful bride, though.”
My heart felt as if it would explode I was so happy. “You know, when I was younger I used to lay in bed and dream of having a family.” Turning to her, I took her hands in mine. “I’m so blessed to have you, Emmit, and Landon in my life. I hope you know that.”
Her lips pressed together as tears formed. Oh Lord. She was going to cry. I’d never seen anyone cry at the drop of a bucket like Adaline. Emmit said it was the pregnancy. Yesterday when I showed her one of the guest rooms I had decorated at the B & B she lost it in a crying fit and said I should have done all the rooms because she hated all the other ones. Never mind the fact that I had decorated nearly all the rooms. I let it slide due to her current condition.
“Don’t cry, Adaline. Please don’t cry ‘cause then you’ll make me cry and we’ll both be standing up here crying looking like crazy women.”
She instantly stopped crying. Damn if I knew that was all I ever had to say I would have been using that this whole time.
“Oh no.”
Her face drained of all color. “Okay, well if you want to cry, sweetie, you can.”
She shook her head and then grabbed my hands. I about fell to the ground when she started squeezing them.
“Ohmygawd!” I shouted as I was practically brought to my knees.
“Paislie, you have to stay still if you want me to get this measurement right.”
I couldn’t even form words. Adaline had a death grip on my hands. I was never going to tell her to stop crying ever again.
“Can’t. Feel. My. Hands.” I panted out as Adaline closed her eyes and breathed heavier.
“Lucy! Help me! She’s trying to rip my hands off!”
Lucy jumped up and looked at Adaline. “She’s having a contraction.”
I sighed a breath of relief that she wasn’t mad at me for talking about her crazy crying. “Thank God,” I said with a chuckle as Adaline let up her grip.
“Wait. What? Contraction!” I exclaimed as Lucy helped Adaline down and to a chair.
I started spinning around in a circle as I tried to figure out what I was supposed to do next.
“Baby. The baby is coming?” I gathered up my dress and quickly made my way over to Adaline.
“The baby is coming!”
“You don’t have to shout, Paislie. I’m in labor—not deaf.”
My head snapped to Lucy. “What do I do?”
“Take her to the hospital.”
“Right!” I shouted as I grabbed both of our purses and yelled over my shoulder, “I’ll get the car!”
“Your dress,” Lucy exclaimed as I slid to a stop.
“Shit!”
Heading back into the dressing room, Adaline called out, “No time! Paislie, I’m having another contraction.”
A total look of fear covered my face as I stared at her. “What? No, you just had your first contraction. You can’t go that fast!”
Adaline raised her eyebrows and gave me a shy smile. “Well, I’ve been having them the last hour or so, but I thought I’d be okay until after your alteration appointment.”
My hand flew to my chest as I looked at Lucy. “Is she serious?”
A sudden flash of adrenaline raced through my body as Adaline said, “I texted Emmit and he and Malcolm are on the way to the hospital.”
Panic hit me square in the face. “I can’t let Malcolm see me in my wedding dress.”
“I’ll drive, you change!” Lucy called as she flew by me with my jeans, T-shirt and sneakers in her arms.
This was insane . . . but it would work.
Reaching to help Adaline up, I helped her walk out to Lucy’s car.
“Another one is coming,” she said as I opened the front passenger door and helped her in. “I need your hand.”
With a gruff laugh, I shut her door and said, “The hell with that!”
I was barely in the car with the door shut when Lucy floored it.
“It’s two minutes to the hospital, change fast,” Lucy called from over her shoulder.
“I can’t get it unbuttoned!” I called out.
Lucy threw up her hands. “Well, I can’t get it; I’m driving.”
Slipping on my jeans, I frantically tried to reach the buttons. Before I knew it, she was pulling up to the front entrance of the hospital and I was jumping out.
“You! Hey, Mr! Please, can you unbutton my dress?”