Jennifer comes home to Georgia, divorced. The last thing she expects is loving again. |
“Mom, hurry up. Everyone's waiting and the twins are getting restless.” Jennifer checked her reflection one more time. The cream silk hugged her body and gave her complexion a rosy tone. Her hands shook with nerves. She saw her daughter tapping her foot behind her. “Fine, I'm coming.” Chloe threw her hands in the air. “Finally. Geez. Like it wasn't bad enough that you guys waited a year before you get married. Now, you're almost an hour late for your own wedding.” Jennifer shot her daughter a warning look. “Don't start. You know I had to wait on the divorce to be finalized, and Jordan and I didn't want to rush into anything.” Chloe shrugged. “Fine. But can you rush now? The food's not going to be any good if we wait much longer.” Jennifer nodded and followed her daughter out of the master suite and down the stairs. As she reached the back of the house, she took a deep breath before taking the final step outside. As she looked around her backyard, her heart expanded with joy. As a wedding present, Pa and Scott had built her and Jordan a house on the property, complete with a stable for Chloe's horses. Spirit seemed content to spend his days hanging around, rather than running wild. The twins spotted her and came running, their chubby faces covered in chocolate. Ma and Julie rushed to grab the girls before they could come in contact with Jennifer's wedding dress. She brushed a quick kiss to each baby before walking down the aisle, to where Jordan, her soul mate, waited. She took his hand and turned to the preacher, eager to start her new life with the man she'd always loved. |