Chapter 10

After a short, silent drive, they arrived at the church. Elizabeth got out of the car and stared at it. It was beautiful.

“Lucky, this place is amazing. It’s perfect!” She said, smiling.

He grinned as he watched her go up to the front doors, then followed her inside.

“It’s so pretty in here!” she gasped, and pulled out the Polaroid camera that she borrowed from Audrey and started to take some pictures of the place. A few minutes later, she had gone through the entire roll of film. She stood in the middle of the church, daydreaming.

Lucky stood in the doorway, wondering what she was doing. “Are you done?”

She jumped. She hadn’t realized he had been watching her. “Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. My mind sort of wandered off there.”

He chuckled. “Where did it go?”

“I was just thinking about what it would be like to get married here.” she said dreamily.

“To me?” he asked jokingly.

She looked at him in disgust. “Ew, no. My ideal husband is nothing like you!”

“You have an ‘ideal husband’?” He asked, smirking.

“Oh, and you don’t have a picture in your head of an ideal wife? Come on, everyone thinks about that at one point or another!” she said, getting defensive.

He shrugged. “Maybe I do, but trust me, she’s nothing like you either! Anyway, don’t change the subject. I want to hear about this perfect man that is so unlike me.” She shook her head in refusal, but he wouldn’t give up so easily. “I think as your fiancee, I have a right to know....”

She glared at him for a moment. “Why do you do that? You are not

“Ah, you know you love it when I call you that,” he teased. “Come on, I’m curious, what does this imaginary guy have that I don’t?” He grinned at her, knowing that he was pushing her sanity to the edge.

“You are so infuriating!” She grumbled at him.

“Please?” He asked, trying to look pathetic. Unfortunately, he couldn’t stop laughing, so it didn’t work too well.

She suddenly had an idea. “Okay, Spencer, if you’re so insistent on knowing my personal, private thoughts, then I think it’s only fair that you tell me what this perfect wife of yours is like!” She stared at him, her hands on her hips, daring him to back down now.

‘She’s good,’ he thought and nodded reluctantly. “Fine, it’s a deal, but you go first.”

“Oh, no, this was your idea! I insist, you go,” she said shaking her head.

“Nope, my father taught me to be a gentleman. Ladies first.”

She burst out laughing. “You? A gentleman? That’s a laugh!”

He tried to look hurt. “I’ll have you know that when I want to be, I can be a perfect gentleman, thank you very much.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll believe it when I see it. You’re not going to give in on this ladies first thing, are you?”

“Nope.”

She sighed, “Fine. I guess I picture my perfect husband as handsome, caring, and gentle. He’d have to be able to make me laugh. He would have to be supportive of my dreams, and not try to rule my life. He’d have to be a good father, because I want to have kids. Let’s see...I didn’t really have a close family growing up, so I’d want him to be the kind of guy who thinks his family is the most important thing to him. He’d definitely have to be romantic, and do little things like send me flowers for no reason. I always pictured him as being creative in some way, either an artist, or a writer, or maybe a musician. He’d have to like animals, because I love them, and would probably want to have pets. And he can’t be afraid to cry in front of me.”

He looked at her strangely. “Why the crying part?”

She shrugged. “I guess I always felt like it’s the ultimate sign of love and trust if a guy can cry in front of you and not be embarrassed. Okay, your turn!”

He ran his hand through his hair, and thought for a moment. “Well, I’ve always pictured my wife as kind, sensitive, loving, generous and beautiful, but on the inside as well as the outside. She would have to love me for who I am, and not want to change me in any way. Um... she’d have to be a good mother, of course. She’d also have to have a mind of her own, you know, be more than just a wife and mother. I’d want her to be carefree and spontaneous, fun-loving. And she’d have to love my family, even my dad, who can be kind of crazy sometimes!”

“Oh, is that all?” she asked, laughing.

“Like yours was any better!” He said, heading out of the church. “Are you all done taking pictures?”

“Yeah,” she said, following him. “Is that all we had left to do?”

“I don’t think so. I keep feeling like there’s some other stuff we’re forgetting. I was going to ask my mom tonight. Which reminds me, there was another thing I thought of last night. Why don’t you come over and I’ll show you what I did, then we can both talk to my mom?” He couldn’t believe he was actually inviting her to his house. His dad was going to have a field day with this!

She looked at him strangely. “You want me to come to your house? What happened to not being able to stand me?”

He shrugged. “Nothing happened. Trust me, that feeling isn’t gong anywhere. But, we need to do this project, and I think she can really help us.” He grinned, never missing an opportunity to annoy her. “Anyway, you have to meet the in-laws sooner or later, right?”

She frowned at him. “Very funny. Fine, I might as well. Gram’s at the hospital all night anyway, so I’d be going home to an empty house, which usually just depresses me.”

Lucky nodded, getting in the car. “I should warn you, though, like I said before, my dad’s kind of strange, so if he starts getting weird, just ignore him.” He prayed that his father didn’t start up with the Webber woman/Spencer man/fate thing while she was there.

She got in the car, wondering what he meant by that. Something told her that meeting Luke Spencer was going to be an interesting experience.

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