ME AND MY DADDI - Season 4 Episode 18

Eve walked out of her closet, where her new clothes filled the bars and shelves, wearing the closest thing she had to a wedding gown. It was very pretty. It was a lacy white sundress that fit her perfectly. It had cap sleeves, and it stopped a few inches above her knees. She wore a pair of new white sandals with it.

Her thoughts went to her mother. She wondered if she should have asked Patrick to invite her mother to the wedding, but she didn’t even know if she wanted her to be there. She was so incredibly uncomfortable, and she knew with time, it would settle. So many things had happened so quickly. It was taking her a bit to catch up.

She just didn’t want anything to ruin the day for her, and she was afraid she’d feel so self-conscious with her mother there.

Then she wondered if she was being a terrible daughter. She needed to take this one day at a time for now and just hoped her mother understood.

She combed her hair and curled it the way the woman the day before taught her, and then she added a light-pink lip gloss.

“Holy shit.”

She spun around to see Patrick in a nice black suit and white shirt, staring at her from the bathroom doorway.

“You look so beautiful, baby.”

She smiled and moved into his open arms. “You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Patrick grinned. He pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

He walked her down the steps and into the kitchen.

Agnes came forward and hugged Eve. “I’m so happy.”

“Are you coming with us?” Eve asked.

“No, dear. I want to stay here and make something special for your dinner tonight.”

Eve’s eyes teared up. “That’s so nice. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, child. Now go. You can’t be late to your own wedding.”

The three laughed.

He got her settled into the car. They were quiet on the way to the courthouse, but Patrick never released her hand.

He got them into the courthouse and gave their name to the receptionist.

“This way. The judge is waiting for you in his chambers.”

“You ready?” Patrick asked her.

She nodded. “Yes.” Eve gasped when they stepped through the door. Her friends and their men, beside an older man she didn’t know, stood waiting for them.

She was engulfed in her friends’ arms, and they all spoke at once.

“I’m so happy you guys are here,” Eve told them, trying to hold back her tears.

“We would have never missed it,” Brylee said. “We brought a few things with us. Do you mind if we decorate your hair?”

She shook her head and stood still as the girls wove delicate white flowers in her hair.

“Perfect,” Lark

in declared as she stepped back. Larkin turned and grabbed something. “Here, we had a florist quickly make up a bouquet this morning for you.”

Eve’s eyes teared. “You guys. This is perfect. Thank you so much.”

Patrick held out his hand. “Come on, baby.”

She walked to his side and took his hand.

“Dearly beloved…” the judge started.

Within a few minutes, the ceremony was over, and they were married. All that had to be done was sign the papers to make it official.

She shook the judge’s hands and went to stand by her friends while the men talked.

“Let me see the ring,” Larkin said.

Eve held out her hand and showed them the band of white gold with diamonds wrapped around it. It fit her perfectly, and she wouldn’t have asked for anything else. Her hands were too small for a big ring. Patrick got a simple white gold band without the diamonds. She didn’t know how he’d done it all so quickly, but she wasn’t going to complain.

“It’s beautiful,” Brylee said.

“I love it,” Larkin gushed.

Patrick came to her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

Several pictures were taken of the couple and then the whole group.

He kissed her tenderly. “We’re going to go out for brunch to celebrate. Darian got us into a private room at the Forrester’s.

Eve grinned when the other two girls squealed.

“You’ll love it. They make the best food,” Larkin told her.

The group left the courthouse and filed into three different cars. Eve noted two other vehicles besides their three. One in front of the row of cars and one in back with burly men she assumed were bodyguards.

At the restaurant, the owner himself came out to greet them and congratulate the couple.

She couldn’t stop smiling. She couldn’t remember being so happy before in her life.

The menu was already set. They started with tasty omelets, followed by shrimp and lobster in a butter sauce, and then a small filet smothered in mushrooms. A cake was brought out, and the couple cut it together, feeding each other a bite.

More pictures were taken, and she couldn’t wait to see how they turned out.

They stayed and celebrated for a few hours until it was time to go.

At the curb, the girls hugged and congratulated Eve and then said good-bye.

Eve let Patrick help her into the car. She watched him come around as she leaned against the seat and sighed.

Patrick grinned at her and took her hand. “Are you happy, baby?”

She turned his way. “Very. How about you?”

He kissed her knuckles. “I couldn’t be happier.”

The drive home was spent talking about different things they wanted to do. She relaxed when he pulled into the garage and shut the door. He helped her out of the car.

Agnes cried out and rushed to them when they came into the kitchen. She enfolded Eve in her arms.

“Congratulations, child. I am so happy for both of you.”

Eve squeezed her as tears came to her eyes. “Thank you.”

He kept his arm around her and grinned. “I’m going to take her up and lay down for a bit.”

“I’ll have dinner ready at six,” Agnes informed them.

He stopped at the stairs. “Go on up. I’ll be right there after I check my messages.”

She went up on her tiptoes and kissed him before making her way up the steps.

****

He sat down at his desk. He’d only gotten halfway through his messages when someone knocked on his office door.

“Come in,” he called out.

Agnes stuck her head in. “Sir, there are some police officers here to talk to you.”

He stood with a frown then walked out into the foyer where the men stood. “Officers, what can I help you with?” he asked and shook their hands.

“We’ve been told you are holding a girl here against her will.”

He grinned. “Let me guess, a Reverend Morton Sherman?”

The two officers glanced at each other. “Yes, sir.”

“What do you need from me?” Patrick smiled and crossed his arms over his chest.

“We need to speak to the woman. Alone.”

He nodded. “You can use my office.” He turned to see Agnes in the hallway. “Will you go get Eve, please?”

Agnes hurried up the stairs.

Within a minute, Eve was walking down, still in her outfit from the morning, and holding onto the railing. She walked to Patrick and gripped his hand.

“Hello,” she said to the officers.

“Hello, Miss Sherman…”

He cleared his throat. “It’s actually Mrs. Harrington.”

Both officers looked shocked.

“May we have a moment of your time?” one of them asked Eve.

“Of course.”

“Use my office, baby,” he said and bent and kissed her.