Mr Proud And Mrs Insensitive – chapter 26

MR. Proud And Mrs. Insensitive

Husband and wife

A romance novel written by : Pamela James

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© Youngicee stories

Chapter 26

Amanda’s p.o.v

“Two weeks… we have… two weeks…” I panic as Micheal sits on his phone.

“Yeah, we will be fine.”

“No… we don’t have anything… nothing planned… no cake, no decorations, no venue… I still don’t have a damn dress…”

After I say that, he perks up from his phone.

“Here…” he says, setting his phone down and getting up before walking towards me.

“… come with me.”

“Unless you have cake or decorations or a suit, I don’t have time…”

“Just… come with me.” He smiles, comforting me a little.

He brings me to his room and sits me down on the bed.

“Listen… we have been… you know, seeing each other for a little while now, but-um… this is not a good time to try anything.”

I admit jokingly.

“So, you do have a sense of humor under that stress-induced exterior?” He chuckles.

“I have laughed at your jokes before!”

“Not since you have been having a fit over this wedding.”

“Well, it’s a little hard to laugh when you are stressed out! I’m doing all the work and you are doing nothing! You have done nothing!”

Then, without saying anything else, he goes into his closet and opens up the door to reveal something hanging in a very nice cover.

“Did you get yourself a suit? If you did, then I take it back…”

He shakes his head and unzips the zipper, revealing a dress.

It’s not just any dress, it’s the last dress I had tried on – the one I loved.

It’s the one I have been telling him that I regretted leaving there.

“How… how did you get it? I thought it would be gone that day…”

“I bought it the day you tried it on.” He admits very calmly.

“Really?!”

“I saw how happy you were in it… it’s undoubtedly what you wanted. I know you wanted your mum to come and see your dress before you bought it, but, since she can’t be here… you can have it anyway.”

“Micheal. I-I don’t know what to say… thank you.” I leap from the bed and hug him.

“Just… stop stressing about this wedding, okay? It’s going to work out.” he hugs me back.
“I know… it’s just… two weeks is so close…”

“It is… but we are okay.”

We have been trying this dating-thing for the past few weeks and although things have been moving slowly, they are actually okay. Honestly, it still doesn’t even feel like we are dating… or engaged for that matter.

This is about the extent of our affections so far.

It’s nice knowing he is here for me, but, there is still something missing.

The romance just isn’t here yet.

I have thought about kissing him.

Now would be a good time, but, there is a part of me that is scared…

Like I want to kiss him but at the same time I don’t, and I don’t know why.

Maybe I’m afraid it will change things… make things more complicated.

Not that that makes any sense—it would make things easier if we were romantically involved.

I mean, we are getting married in two weeks. I guess I will know when I’m ready.

We awkwardly break apart, feeling a little uncomfortable about whether we held each other for too long or not long enough.

“If you don’t like it, I can take it back… I just thought it was perfect.” He started, stopping the sentence as if he is finished talking before he picks it back up again to say,

“I mean, like perfect for what you wanted… princesses…”

It’s almost as if he were as unsure and worried as I am about intimacy.

“No… it’s perfect. Seriously, I have been upset with myself for a while now about not getting it that day… thank you, really.”

He smiles hastily that causes me to smile back and wonder what to do next.

“I’m-um, I’m going to go see about us getting some cake… not sure whether it will be a five-tier or whatever, but it will be something.” I smile, backing up and turning to leave.

“Actually…” he speaks up with a shaky voice.

“Yeah?”

“We don’t have anything for dinner and I don’t know… I’m not feeling like having chicken again. Why don’t we go out?”

“Tonight? Just us?”

“Y-yeah… that’s what I was thinking…”

it’s so strange to see him this way; so shy and so unsure.

It wasn’t that long ago that he was so sure of everything.

He was sure that we would never be anything together, he was so sure that he wouldn’t leave Cynthia, he was so sure that he had never wanted to be with me.

Now, we both don’t know anything.

“That sounds impressive.”

I can see the relief fall over him after I accepted his offer.

But while his smile shows, I can still see that underlying discomfort that we share.

I just wonder if he is, in fact, questioning all the same things that I am.

Tbc