On a sweet note
1164 Words
Heather's pov
I crouched to the ground after the call ended, my family couldn’t attend my wedding? This wasn’t happening, right? It couldn’t be. I had it all planned out—the official meeting between Jonathan and my parents, our families united by our union. The perfect day.
“I need to call Jonathan. I don’t think I can do this,” I said, my voice trembling as every breath I took felt suffocating.
“What do you mean?” Sally’s voice was soft, but I could hear the confusion beneath it.
“I mean...” I glanced at the bouquets of flowers in their hands, the cold wind biting my cheeks, and the weight of reality crushing me. “Sally, there’s a funeral back at home. My parents won’t be here, and I don’t think I can get married without them.”
“Breathe, Heather. Breathe,” Jenna said as she crouched beside me.
Before I could answer, Sally added, “Okay, listen to me. This is the wedding you've always wanted. You’ve dreamed of getting married on the first weekend of the festive season. Are you really going to throw all that away because your family isn’t here?”
“Yeah, none of us saw this coming, but Sally has a point, Heather,” Natalie added. “Do you really want to miss your big day? Even your mom gave you the go-ahead because she knows how important this is to you.”
I took a shaky breath. “It’s a funeral. Yes, it’s not my fault, it’s not their fault, but... I can’t do this without them.”
The girls shared concerned glances before Sally crouched closer to me. “Alright, call him then.”
I nodded and dialed Jonathan’s number. It rang once before he picked up.
“Hey, babe,” his voice sounded like a weight lifted off my chest, but the storm in my heart refused to settle.
“Jonathan, there’s a funeral back at home, and my parents—they won’t be coming,” I said, my words heavy.
“What?” he replied, sharp confusion in his voice.
“Didn’t your parents tell you? Mom said she spoke to them.”
“No, they didn’t,” Jonathan said quickly, guilt creeping into his tone. “I should’ve checked my phone sooner. I’m so sorry, babe. What do you want to do?”
I bit my lip, the tears threatening to spill again. “I don’t know. Should we cancel the wedding? I just... I can’t do this without my parents.”
Jonathan sighed, his voice calm but filled with understanding. “Okay, listen to me. We can cancel if that’s what you want. But you’d miss the chance to get married on the weekend you’ve always dreamed of—the first weekend of the festive season. Remember how excited you were when we set the date?”
I bit my lip, tears spilling freely now. “I remember... but now, with everything that’s happened, it doesn’t feel right. And... we planned for our families to meet for the first time on our wedding day.”
“I know, Heathz. I know,” he said gently. “But hear me out: if your family isn’t coming, then mine won’t either.”
I blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”
“It means we can still get married, Heather. We’ll just go to the marriage center and register. A small, intimate ceremony between us. Then, later, we’ll hold the big wedding when both our families can be there. How does that sound?”
His words cut through my panic, a small glimmer of hope easing its way in. He always had a way of making everything feel manageable.
“Okay... okay,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Are you sure, Jonathan? Is this really fine with you?”
“Of course, babe. As long as you’re happy, nothing else matters. I’ll call both our families and sort everything out. Tomorrow, we’ll register the marriage, and then we’ll head to your parents’ house, alright?”
" Okay, but what about the venues, we have already booked everything, and the food-" I trailed off.
" Do not worry about that. I will call the places and see if we can't reschedule for a later date. That way, we do not have to cancel anything; we'll just move it to a later date, alright?" He said. He truly was the more rational one between us.
A small, shaky smile formed on my lips. “Thank you, Jonathan. You’re the best.”
“Anything for you, babe. But please tell me you’re not crying. The girls are with you, right?”
I glanced at my friends, who were all watching me with affectionate smiles. Megan gave me a playful wink.
“Don’t worry, Jonathan,” she said, her voice teasing. “She’s in good hands.”
Jonathan chuckled. “Thanks, Megan. I owe you.”
Then, I heard a faint voice in the background, followed by Jonathan clearing his throat.
“Who’s that?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
Jonathan hesitated before sheepishly admitting, “Uh... the guys hired strippers for the bachelor party.”
“What?!” i said sharply
“It’s a bachelor party, Heather! What was I supposed to do?”
The girls burst out laughing. “Don’t give him too much grief, Heather! He’s just following tradition,” Sally teased.
I rolled my eyes. “You better behave, Jonathan.”
“Of course, babe. I’ll call you later. Love you.”
“Love you, too,” I whispered.
As the call ended, my phone buzzed again. Jonathan had sent a message: I won’t be able to stop thinking about you the whole time, Heather.
A soft sigh left my lips. I was really the luckiest bride in the world. Despite the chaos, I had them—my friends, my Jonathan...they were my anchor.
“Aww, that’s sweet,” Natalie interjected, peeking at my phone.
“That’s rude!” I exclaimed playfully, feeling a flicker of amusement break through the storm.
“Oh, you!” she said, engulfing me in a bear hug. The others joined in, forming a messy huddle of warmth and laughter.
We stayed like that for a while, ignoring the strange looks from passing cars. When they finally pulled back, Jenna added, “Don’t cry anymore. Everything’s sorted, right?”
“But you sure know how to end the day dramatically, Heather,” Wendy teased. “Imagine canceling a whole wedding! Who’s up for cake and coffee now?”
We laughed, my dramatic tendencies were known to everyone. I was the introverted drama queen of our little group. “I would love to. A sweet finish to my melodrama sounds perfect,” I said, grinning.
Laughing, we linked arms and disappeared into the night, heading to the nearest café for desserts and coffee, ready to end the day on a sweet note.
- Writer
