A Little Bit Married

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Gray suddenly went out to take a call, and I leaned back, letting out a small sigh of relief. Not because I didn't want him close, but because he knew how to absolutely distract me, and what I wanted right now was a distraction from him.

I looked up, and she was curling my hair gently. I had forgotten the last time I had anything done to my hair. Partly because I couldn't afford it, and partly because I was too busy running across day and night jobs in order to prove myself to Kevin's mother and fund our wedding.

Bastard.

"You are very lucky, ma'am."

I looked up, and the attendant was smiling at me. "What?"

"I meant," she said, putting in the last bit of rolling pins. "You and Sir look very exceptional together. I pray no evil eye befalls you, and I hope for a long, prosperous marriage for you both."

I blinked, spacing out in order to imagine it. A long, prosperous marriage. Me and Gray. I could see it unfold in front of my eyes. Holidays. Petty arguments. Dinner. Making up. Space. Rocky days. Kids. Achievements. Losses. The beautiful, the ugly. The in-between.

I bit down on my lips and took in a sharp breath. I shouldn't think of this right now. Hell, not right now.

But why not? He said he wanted to see this through. He said he wanted to be truly married, and I wasn't a placeholder.

My eyes closed as Samantha came rushing back to me. Not just her, but the woman in the office. I still don't know who she is or what son she had been talking about.

I shook my head. Keeping my hopes and my heart away from all this is much safer. In this case, it is much safer to be a placeholder.