Until the Final I Do

Chapter Three

BROOKLYN

A million thoughts were going through my brain. It felt as if it might explode.

Why is he here?

How did he find me?

I couldn't tell you how thankful I am that he didn't know Tori. Mainly because I can't look him in the eyes right now and there is the fact that I'm engaged.

I mean who does he think he is waltzing back into my life after he just left without a word? I loved him that is true, but that is past tense and needs to stay in the past.

"What did you say?" I ask in a shocked voice.

"He asked for you, but I said I didn't know of a Brooklyn West and I just moved here." She pauses and takes a deep breath. "But I don't know how believable it was since I was practically stuttering the whole time."

I'm not going to lie, a part of my heart wanted him back. It was like I was ready to see him and lay in his arms again. It's messed up and that's why I'm frustrated.

A knock on the door makes me jump and the voice makes me melt.

"Hey, Can I come in?" Liam asks.

"Yeah," I say, softly.

"I'll see you later Brooke. Text me later, please." Tori smiles and jumps off the bed as Liam steps in the room. I would never say my bedroom was small, but when Liam is in here the walls seem to close in and it's hard to breathe.

"Liam," she acknowledges him and walks out until I hear the front door close.

Seeing Liam all my thoughts of Spencer goes out the door and when he places his lips on mine my brain feels like it would explode at any moment.

He is good for me. Scratch that, he's amazing for me. So, why do I have to keep telling myself this?

"How was my wonderful fiancé's day?" He asks, smiling.

"Tired. Don't you know how much energy it takes to be this beautiful." I smile as I lay back on my king-sized bed.

Liam does the same and pulls me to his broad chest.

"I know so tiring." He rolls his eyes playfully and runs his fingers through his black hair. Nothing, but silence is exchanged between us and the thoughts in my mind are on overdrive.

I can't shake the fact that on my special day the eyes of Spencer will be watching me and he is here in Daytona. I feel bad that I am thinking about Spencer while I am in the arms of Liam. Others may say its fate and a sign. But I think it's more of a curse.

"What's going on in that pretty little mind of yours?" Liam asks.

"Nothing," I say, softly.

"Well, how about we go out for dinner. Just me and you." He smiles and kisses the top of my head as he gets up.

"Come on it will be fun." He cajoles.

"Fine," I huff, but it defeats the purpose when a smile appears on my lips.

"I'll be waiting." Liam pecks my lips before running out of the room.

I love Liam. There's not a doubt in my mind about that. I'm just scared at what Spencer may do. I mean, I still haven't seen the guy. For all I know, he could have a wife and kids and is just visiting the area and his invitation may have been lost in the mail. Why is the thought of him finding comfort in someone else so repulsing to me?

I have to admit I wanted to marry Spencer. I dreamt of the day, but sometimes things happen for a reason.

I needed to keep my mind off of this and worry about tonight only.

I don't have to get dressed since I was already ready for the day and just decided on touching up the makeup.

Once I am ready I walk into the living room to see Liam sitting on the sofa. I finally got a good look at him and at what he was wearing. He wore a white button up shirt that was rolled up at the sleeves, a brown watch that wrapped around his wrist, and dark jeans.

It's almost as if he sensed my presence because he turned around and smiled at me. Liam then got off the couch and took my hand before we walked out the door.

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Once we reached the restaurant, my train of thought was lost once again. Why did we have to eat here of all places?

I swear the universe hated me today. Maybe I should donate to a charity to get some good karma.

We were sitting in front of Cody's. It was a burger place and worst of all, Spencer's favorite. He would always take me here on dates and order the same thing every time. A double cheeseburger and fries.

Liam cut the engine and got out of the car while I did the same. Even though it is February and supposed to be winter a warm breeze meets my face.

Liam walks over to me and grabs my hand. It's crazy how every touch sends a jolt of electricity throughout my body.

"I love you," he whispers in my ear as we walk in through the door a man opened for us.

"I love you too." I smile. Liam then walks ahead to a lady that was sitting on a stool. He tells her two people and we follow her to our booth.

If there was one thing I noticed about Liam it is he wants to be in control. Every time we sat at a booth opposite of each other his legs caged mine. It was a male ego thing I learned, so I just lived with it.

Once we were seated and drinks were ordered he started the conversation.

"My mom is taking you to go dress shopping in a couple of days. I said it could wait, but you know how my mother is." He laughs.

"Oh boy, she isn't going to put me in a pink princess dress or try to get me to wear hers is she?" I ask jokingly.

"I hope not. I want our kids to see how pretty their mother was on her wedding day and not wonder how on earth that dress was legal." He laughs nervously.

We have never had the baby talk and when we will have kids. It's reasonable for him to be nervous about how I will react.

"I think our kids will be happy that I married a good looking guy. I mean they are surely going to have your hair." I laugh, reassuring him.

He then grabs my hand and plays with the engagement ring he got me. This was another habit I noticed. He likes to fidget with my engagement ring when we are sitting down.

The silence gives me an excuse to look around. The room was glowing of golden light and families and couples decorated the table. I then looked at a corner and saw him.

His golden brown hair seemed to be even browner in the light as his green eyes searched the room.

He looked better than the last time I saw him and I immediately wanted to slap myself for thinking that. I felt as if I was taking this time away from Liam, so when his eyes met mine I quickly looked at my fiancé.

His gaze never left my ring figure and it made me sick.

"Are you okay?" Liam asks in a worried tone.

"I think I may be coming down with something," I respond.

"Let's get you home," Liam says as he kisses my knuckles.

I smile as he puts a five dollar bill to pay for the drinks on the table and wraps an arm around my waist. I still felt the strong gaze of Spencer even as we were leaving and the feeling of heartbreak and vomit intensifies.

The car was silent as we drove back to my house, with only the low hum of the radio creating a comfortable noise. Once we got to my house Liam insisted I go straight to bed and he would make me soup and grilled cheese. I knew he didn't cook very well but said he would just call his mom. I did as I was told and laid in bed. The bad thing is this gave room for the thoughts. I can't believe we met face to face after almost a year and something tells me this is going to be a long six months.