Sultry Sunday #2 – December 31, 2017

New Year Love

By: Robin Gagnon

 

It was one year ago today that I met the love of my life, and a year later we were getting married. I was so excited for my big day, which had taken a lot of planning, but it all paid off in the end.

The dress was intricate and beautiful. The decorations were elegant and sparkly. My dad cried as he walked me down the aisle and my handsome husband-to-be teared up as I stood before him.

His dark eyes never left mine as the priest did his part and we said our vows. We had planned this night for New Year’s Eve, so that just before midnight we would say ‘I do’ and then be married in the New Year.

“Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

My fiancé looked at me lovingly and confidently replied, “I do.”

“And do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I was suddenly getting cold feet. Would I seriously be okay with be married? Doubts began to swirl in my head.

My fiancé looked panicked and the church clock began to strike twelve times. I looked around at everyone in attendance and they all looked worried. I was ruining our perfect day.

Finally, the clock finished chiming and fireworks could be heard going off to signify the New Year. I began to get dizzy and my fiancé called out to me, just as I blacked out.

Sometime later, I awoke in bed. I wasn’t sure where I was exactly and looked around to find myself back in my old bedroom.

“What are you doing?” my best friend asked, poking her head into my bedroom. “Everyone is asking where you went. We just rang in the New Year without you. Hurry up and come downstairs!”

I looked at my clock and it was only 12:01pm. The calendar on my wall showed that we were just ending the previous year. I was pretty sure I had just gone back in time by one whole year, but that wasn’t possible…or was it?

Going back down the stairs, I saw that my New Year’s party was in full swing. Standing by the couch, drinking some sort of alcohol out of a red solo cup, was my fiancé. It was just like how we first met.

“Hi,” I greeted him awkwardly. “How are you?”

That was really all I could think of to say and just like the first time we met, his eyes widened and his face went a bit pink.

“I’m good,” he replied, shoving one of his hands into his pockets. “This is a great party by the way.”

I couldn’t believe it. I was about to do the whole year all over again, but that’s just what I did. I was able to fix a few of my mistakes that I remembered too, like the first time I found out my fiancé was allergic to seafood.We even planned to get married again on New Years Eve.

Since I had already planned it before, the second time was easy. Everyone seemed impressed that I knew exactly what bridal shop to go to and what cake shop made the perfect cake that I was looking for.

Finally, New Year’s Eve rolled around again and it was just as perfect as the last time. I was walked down the aisle, we said our vows and the priest was asking me the question that would make it all final.

“Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Just like before, I hesitated. Again. I had never really been one to get tied down and it was frightening me a second time. The church bells chimed to ring in the New Year and my eyes widened in fear. I tried to yell out ‘I do’ but the world suddenly spun and I blacked out.

Sometime later, I awoke in bed. I wasn’t sure where I was exactly and looked around to find myself back in my old bedroom.

“What are you doing?” my best friend asked, poking her head into my bedroom. “Everyone is asking where you went. We just rang in the New Year without you. Hurry up and come downstairs!”

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