HIS VOW

“Dean,” my mom said as she walked over to me, “You look so handsome. I thought I’d never see this day,” she smiled.

“I didn’t think that I would either, mom,” I said.

Our mom took their seats in the front row as Henry and I headed down the aisle to take our place in front of the archway. Steph’s dad stepped outside the gates to meet Steph as her limo pulled up. Dr.Peters nodded and smiled as he and his wife sat down. I stood there next to Henry as a nervous wreck.

“You’re not nervous; are you?” Henry asked.

“I’m nervous as hell,” I replied.

He put his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t be nervous. Steph’s the woman of your dreams, and you’re finally making her your wife. You’re one lucky man, Dean.”

I nervously smiled at him. “Just wait until you’re standing in my place, waiting for Peyton to walk down the aisle.”

“Good point,” he said as he cocked his head to the side.

The orchestra began playing as Steph’s sister, Steph’s maid of honor, slowly walked down the aisle. I looked at Henry as a