FAZER LOGINThe reception is over, the decorations and the wedding are now a memory. The third tier of the wedding cake is in the freezer—Mr. Kincaid tells them."You two get out of her and go enjoy yourself! Get out of here now, before you miss your plane! Have a wonderful time on your honeymoon!” Hours later, they looked at each other, sipping from their glasses.Clearly, you can see that they're relieved and happy that everything went so well, even with the unexpected guest. It was a wonderful wedding.Melvin lifted his eyes across the table at Beth as he stood, glancing down at his lady, asking.“My beautiful wife, would you like to take a walk on the beach with me?” Before she could answer, he knelt, speaking in a soft tone.“Wait, let me help you take off your shoes. You won't need these.”Peering at her with those dreamy eyes while seductively gliding his hand up her calf, lifting her leg, as he glances at her intently.“I want you to be comfortable.”Melvin winked at her as he knelt bef
Wedding SongWhat once was a dream will now begin.Two hearts will now be one.We're going to write the book on happiness, pages that time cannot erase, starting here and now, from this time and place.Oh, what a beautiful day to take our vows onI pray that the things we say will last from now on.I do take you for mine.We are going to lock our lives together now.Unshakable, unbreakable, embraceStarting here and now from this time and place.An intimate crowd of only very close family members and friends was in attendance to witness this special event. The joining of Elizabeth Kincaid and Melvin Carter, to the naked eye, was a beautiful sight.Melvin made this an intimate and lovely occasion that everyone truly enjoyed. From the time he took the microphone and sang to us, he is now saying our vows to one another.Yes, it was time to say vows in front of everyone. It almost made the whole thing seem real. I wanted to make it real, and I didn't know why."To these two beautiful youn
The wedding was scheduled to start at 5 pm sharp. Beth wanted just enough daylight to enjoy the scenery, with nightfall at 5:45 pm, in time for a romantic reception.So the guest had all afternoon to go sightseeing, hang out, shop, or do whatever tickled their fancy. Beth really wanted everyone to enjoy themselves and feel like they were on a tropical island.As the day went by, both Beth and Melvin were kept very busy. But it didn't stop the two of them from wondering what the other was doing. They both attempted to call each other. But immediately put their phones away, as they thought. 'I'm going to keep her and him in suspense.'It really was amazing how they thought the same about so many things.Beth and Melvin even felt the same way about this special day. They really wanted it to be no worries and carefree. Like the days they spent together here in the Bahamas when they first met. During that time last year, Melvin spent many carefree evenings with Bet, walking along the beach
The morning light filtered through the kitchen window, painting golden rectangles on the worn pine floor. Beth shuffled across them in her slippers, coffee mug in hand, nerves fluttering beneath her skin like a flock of restless birds. She had barely slept, her head spinning with bouquets and color swatches and the vague, insistent pressure to make everyone happy. Today was the big planning day—the day the Kincaid women, plus Vanessa, would gather to sketch out the future of her wedding. Beth’s wedding. The thought still felt surreal.The Kincaid women, as Sharon liked to call them, arrived right on time, each bearing the unmistakable energy of a woman on a mission. Sharon, Beth’s mother, swept in first, her lips painted a determined shade of coral, arms loaded with bridal magazines from the early 2000s, and a notepad bristling with sticky notes. India followed, her steps light and hair pulled back in an effortless ponytail, carrying a folder labeled “Destination: Paradise.” Vanessa a
Beth’s apartment was shrouded in the soft, gray hush of a rainy Saturday. She sat curled on the couch, knees pressed to her chest, a mug of tea gone cold in her hands. Her eyes were raw, cheeks blotchy from the tears that had slipped out in hiccupping waves since sunrise. The weight of the morning pressed down on her shoulders: the realization that Melvin wouldn’t be a part of her baby’s life had finally landed with a thud she couldn’t ignore.“I want a man in my life, but I don’t need a man. It’s not meant for me to find a Good man. So I’ll go it alone.”Beth’s heartbreak had not come suddenly. It had built in layers, like the clouds that had rolled in that morning—first thin wisps of doubt, then a gathering storm of silence—days had stretched into weeks since she’d told Melvin about the baby. At first, she’d convinced herself he just needed time. But as the messages went unanswered and the calls rang into a void, Beth was forced to face the ache of his absence. She replayed the nig
The day moved on, sunlight filling the room, but Beth felt hollow. She didn’t know if Mel was gone for good, if he would come back, if she would ever see him again. But she knew, with a fierce certainty, that no matter what happened, she would find a way forward. For herself. For her baby. For the hope that one day, she would not wake up alone.Beth replayed their conversation in her head the entire day while staring at her phone screen, willing it to light up, to buzz, to give her some sign that Mel was thinking of her. Of them. Of the tiny life growing inside her. But like before, days passed, then weeks, and it stayed stubbornly silent except for the occasional work email or automated reminder. Each time she saw Mel’s name in her call log, her chest squeezed so tightly she thought she might suffocate.Like a recording on repeat, their words replayed the night she told him over and over, like a film she could not stop watching. The relief she’d felt when he pulled her close, the pro
Denver’s hands trembled as he poured black coffee into Marcus’s mug the next morning, the familiar clink and hiss of the kitchen somehow grounding him. The sun was barely up, but the night’s events pressed on his chest like a weight he couldn’t shake.Marcus eyed his friend over the rim of his mug.
Denver’s phone buzzed as he pulled into the driveway, the evening sky streaked with the last hints of gold. He’d been looking forward to a quiet night at home with India, maybe some takeout and a movie. But the message glowing on his screen changed his plans.Room 613. The Westview Hotel. I want to
The house felt different the day Marcus came home from the hospital. Vanessa had fluffed every pillow, set out his favorite slippers by the door, and made a pot of chicken soup that simmered all afternoon. She had imagined him walking through the door, collapsing into her arms, whispering how much
Vanessa lay sprawled across the bed, a soft, nostalgic smile playing on her lips as she scrolled through the camera roll on her phone. Her thumb paused over a photo of her and India at the mall, their faces pressed together, both mid-laugh, as if the camera had caught a private joke. There were mor







