Today, Sam and I have an appointment with our wedding planner. I'm so excited to plan the beginning of our forever.

Sam calls out from the bedroom, "Babe, have you seen my sneakers?"

"I think I saw them by the front door," I yell.

Sam comes out of the bedroom and stops in the kitchen to kiss me quickly before going to the front door.

"Breakfast is ready." I love it when we have mornings together.

He comes back into the kitchen. "Mmmm... Is that bacon?"

"You know that it is, handsome."

He winks. "You sure know what my heart desires."

"Yes, I do... however, I'm confused, Sam. I thought I was your heart's desire, and bacon was your stomach's desire." I give him a sideways look, and he grins.

I could jump his bones when he looked at me with that sexy grin.

"I want to apologize, but we are talking about bacon." He shrugs.

I place my hands on my hips. "Is it too late to cancel this wedding? Maybe you should marry the bacon."

He kisses my cheek. "Yep, too late, you're stuck with me." He looks around the kitchen. "So, I smell the bacon, but I don't see the bacon."

"Excuse me, darling." I bump him out of my way with my hip.

I pull the bacon and cheddar quiche out of the oven and make sure that my ass is sticking up in the direction of Sam's face. Looking over my shoulder, I catch Sam looking at my ass and smile to myself.

I place breakfast on the set table. "Can you bring over the coffee and juice?"

Sam sets the coffee and juice on the table, and we sit.

He takes a bite. "Okay, first of all, this is incredible, Babe. Secondly, what can I expect regarding today?"

"I've already met with Amy several times and have informed her of our decisions concerning everything from the church, reception venue, flowers, photographer, music, and invitations. Today, you must attend with me to pick out the menu and cake. Right up your alley, Babe. Taste-testing." I smirk at him and put a bite of quiche into my mouth.

Sam rubs his hands together, and I can see the excitement in his eyes. He's so adorable.

"Perfect." He shoves more quiche into his mouth.

"I thought you would enjoy attending this meeting with me, but honestly, Amy required it," I say, chuckling.

"I like her already," he proclaims, shoving the last bit of quiche into his mouth, then serving himself another serving.

"You ready to go, Sam?"

It was lunchtime, but we hadn't eaten, so we were hungry for the taste testing.

"Ready, Mal."

We pulled up to Perfect Day Events, Amy's business that does every type of event planning. Sammy used Amy and loved her. I liked the event planner I was working with for my wedding with Ben, but it didn't feel right to go to her. Sam said he didn't mind, but I wanted our day to be a first for both of us. I loved Sammy's wedding, so the decision was easy.

"You hungry?" I ask.

"Famished," he replies, rubbing his belly.

"Good." I take his hand.

Sam's eyes go wide. "Not good. I'll probably want everything they offer us to eat at the reception."

"I promise to keep a reign on you," I giggle.

He smiles, we kiss, and I release his hand before leaving the car to go inside.

Amy greets us at the door. "Mallory, it's so good to see you again. You must be Sam," she says, extending her hand.

"I'm the lucky future husband of this wonderful woman," he says proudly, shaking her hand. My heart swells.

Amy looks at me. "Awe, you got yourself a keeper, Mallory."

I take Sam's hand and squeeze it. "I know."

Amy smiles at us both. "Shall we get started?"

"Yes." Sam and I respond together.

"Great, please follow me."

We follow Amy into a side room to a nicely painted white table with two Victorian chairs on one side.

"Please, have a seat." Amy waves her hands towards the two chairs.

Sam pulls out my chair; I grin and take my seat. Sam sat next to me, and then Amy gave us each a glass of water and a small bowl of oyster crackers.

"The water and crackers are to cleanse your pallet between tastings," Amy explains before walking to the buffet table, where several small plates are covered. She grabs two plates and brings them over to us.

"Mmmm..." The aroma alone has me drooling.

"Looks good," Sam says, drool forming in the corners of his mouth.

Thirty minutes later, we had selected the menu and cake. The main dishes are a garden salad, filet mignon, and chicken cordon bleu, with baked baby red potatoes and green beans. We went with the white raspberry-filled vanilla cake.

"Mallory, what time is the fitting?"

My mom, Kendall, and Sammy came over for lunch. Today, we're going for our final dress fittings. Sam and I are getting married in two weeks.

"It's at 2:00, Mom," I say, bringing the grilled chicken Caesar salad to the table.

"I hope you don't mind me making something light for lunch. You know, with the dress fitting, I didn't want to be stuffed."

Sammy speaks up first, "Hell, no. I don't mind at all."

Kendall pats her pregnant belly. "I could care less."

"You'll look adorable, Ken." I laugh at her scrunched-up face.

After finishing lunch and piling into my car, we pulled into the bridal shop parking lot twenty minutes later and went inside.

"This is it. The last step before marrying Sam."

I enter the fitting room, and tears well up in my eyes as I put on my dress to get final measurements. It fits perfectly.

"You're coming out to show us, right?" Kendall calls to me.

"I am," I answer, smoothing down the front of my dress.

Exiting my dressing room, I go to the stage area, step up, and turn around; my mother's eyes glisten. I know how worried she was about me after Ben died. She loves Ben, but she loves Sam, too.

Kendall places her hand on her chest. "Oh, Mal, it's stunning."

Sammy smiles. "My brother is going to lose his mind."

"Baby Girl, you look magnificent," my mom says as tears fall freely down her face.

My dress is a satin halter top with a V-neckline, an empire waist with a sweep train, and a split front exposing my best two assets, my legs, and breasts.

I smooth the front of my dress as I inspect myself in the stage mirror. "I love this dress."

After a few more minutes of admiring my dress, I change, and the girls go in for their fitting. I come out and sit with my mom, waiting for Sammy and Kendall to come out.

Kendall came out first. I chose silver for the bridesmaids; their dress has a criss-cross pleated bodice with straps and an empire waistline.

"Awe, Kendall, you look amazing," I say, watching her face brighten at my words.

Sammy comes out next. The silver looks incredible with her light red hair.

"Wow, Sammy." I gasp.

Her mouth turns up, smiling. "This dress is so comfortable."

"It is," Kendall adds.

"You both look incredible." I beam, proud of my choice of dress for them.

"My turn," my mom announces excitedly.

Kendall and Sammy leave to change, and my mom goes in for her fitting.

Mom chose a charcoal gray dress with sequences on the bodice of three-quarter length sleeves top. It is also a V-neck with a shimmering chiffon skirt.

The girls came out and changed back into their clothes, followed by my mom.

"Oh, Mom, you look amazing."

She smiles slyly. "I do. Don't I?"

"Someone has been hanging around Sam too much. His ego is rubbing off on you," I chuckle as she shrugs, accepting my assessment.

Today has been perfect. I have only two weeks until I marry the man I love.

Kendall and Scott are having a Jack and Jill bachelorette/bachelor backyard party for us at their house. Our Uber pulled up along the curb of their house. We knew that we both would be drinking heavily and didn't want to drive home. Sam tips the driver, and we get out of the vehicle.

He takes my hand, and we make our way to the backyard. "Want to make a bet?"

"What? A bet?" I ask curiously.

"Yeah," he replies with a smirk, and I know I'm in trouble.

"What kind of bet, Dr. Daniels?" I inquire, wanting to know what I am getting into.

He grins with a mischievous spark in his eyes. "When you have too many adult beverages, you get frisky."

"Frisky?" I laugh at his choice of words.

He replies, "Yep. You can't keep your hands off of me."

Now I'm intrigued. "Where are you going with this, Babe?"

"I bet that you won't be able to keep yourself from dragging me into a dark room somewhere inside Kendall & Scott's house to have your way with me."

I raise my brows. "Seriously?"

He nods. "Yes, ma'am."

"So we're betting on my self-control?" I know how I get when drinking too much. My self-control goes out of the window.

"A fair warning; I won't turn you down. If you give me any indication at all that you want to have sex, I'll be all in."

"Can you at least give my drunk ass a warning that I'm about to lose my bet?" I plead, placing my head on his shoulder.

He agrees, "I can do that. You'll get one chance to back off."

"What's the prize if I win? I need some incentive." I flutter my lashes.

"Foot rubs for a week after work." He releases my hand and puts his arm around my shoulder.

I look up at his handsome face. "I like it, and what about if you win?"

He smiles his sexy grin. Damn. I'm already in trouble.

He wiggles his brows. "Shower sex every night after work for a week."

"That sounds like a win-win for me. I'm all in."