“There’s Something I Have to Show You”
Later that night, in the honeymoon suite the hotel had upgraded us to because my aunt cried at the desk, Jake carried our bags inside like some dorky movie husband.
He kicked the door shut with his foot and grinned at me.
“Welcome to forever, Mrs. Harper,” he announced, like a game show host.
I laughed and dropped my bouquet on the desk.
“Forever, huh,” I said, kicking off my shoes.
The grin slipped from his face like someone had turned down the brightness on him.
“Harper,” he said slowly, “there’s something I have to show you.”
His hands shook as he set the bags down.
Every cheesy movie and awful story I’d ever heard flashed through my mind.
I felt my stomach drop.
