Just One Day || Adele & Thaddeus
Adele stared into the mirror in front of her, looking over her face as she sat quietly by herself, waiting to hear those strong familiar footsteps outside the door. Ashamed, she let her gaze fall. The sun was shining through the window, she could hear the girls next door laughing as they got their hair done and their make up applied. All morning Adele had been laughing with them, excited and flushed, not daring to show her nerves nor the weight she carried with her. as much as she loved Kai and Sutton, this worry couldn’t be put onto them, there was no one she trusted enough to know other than Thaddeus.
Looking up as the door opened, she smiled a little. Although small in stature, Adele dressed in only her corset and a white silk dressing robe hastily put on, she seemed even smaller surrounded by the tissue, the dress hanging from the curtain rail, the peonies everywhere, she was dwarfed by it all, sitting on the small stool by the dressing table. Meeting his eyes, her smile wobbled faintly as she stood up, her arms hugging herself as she moved towards the bed, sitting on the edge of it and smoothing her hand over the duvet beside her, letting her fingers slip to his back when he sat next to her, stealing a second of comfort before her touch withdrew and she looked down at her hands, a crease softly appearing on her brow.
'I'm… I'm sorry I called you here… I know, I know you were probably having fun with the boys, it's just I…' Breathing in, she paused and forced herself to look up at him, the sound of Evie's delighted cackle drifting through the door. 'I haven't.. I've never mentioned this to anyone, not even.. not even Lachlan. I can't. Today though, today I need you.' There was a sheen over her blue eyes as she looked at him a little pleadingly, reaching up and putting her hand to her head with a firm press as she let it tumble out. 'I have to.. to ask you to do something for me, that you will not want to do.. but I need you to.. you're the only one I can.. I can tell.'
The moment she closed her eyes, the feeling of it was instant, Sounds, sensations and that cold metal ring, pressed to her chest, ice cold against the salty sweat she was covered in. Swallowing, the crease on her forehead deepened, her voice a little shaky. ‘Lachlan… Lachlan lost his wife and his unborn little boy, in a horrible way… I know, I know in my heart he has said goodbye to them but…’ Opening her eyes, she looked up at him. ‘He still wears her ring on a necklace, with Ramsey’s name engraved into it. It… always. He always wears it and most days I am okay with it, some days it breaks my heart.’ The hand on her heart pressed a little harder as she shook her head. ‘I can’t do it today. I just.. I just need today, to be us, to just be us.’
The overwhelming feeling of selfishness swamped in on her, but it was too late now, the words were out there, the secret out there. ‘I’m.. I’m an awful person, awful I know I am, it’s disgusting but I just need today.’ Her hands shook as she reached down to take one of his hands, looking down at them to hide her face incase she cried. ‘I need you to ask him for me, for just a day… if he could just give me one day and I will be happy forever…’
Thaddeus was a mixture of many emotions but the two that seemed to repeatedly surface were jealousy and happiness. Happiness was slowly taking hold the closer Adele’s wedding date approached. Naturally, he still loved her; she was a beautiful, smart, and funny woman, but most importantly she was his best friend. In the bouts of jealousy or sadness, maybe even periodic rage where he would dream up some plan to stop the wedding it was the fact that she was his best friend that stopped him from going mad. Sure, he loved her and that tore him apart, but as long as she was happy, he would tell himself it was worth the pain.
The man had been mulling over his failed love life, cursing it but no longer blaming it on life biting him in the ass for the person he’d become. As much as he wanted to believe Adele, Gigi, and even Ivy about him being a good man, a changed man, the resurrection of Thorpe had shaken the foundation they’d been building. They were all too beautiful and out of reach for him, but he knew he was different…at least a little. His phone rang, the soft piano twinkling out Chopin’s Nocturne in E flat. Swallowing at the dry chalk taste of his mouth in his throat he answered and immediately agreed agreed to go to her.
He had briefly checked his watch before he left, not much time between her call and the ceremony so he’d gotten dressed before he headed over. Some part of him wanted to play out the scene in his head, helping her slip out fire escape and the pair of them leaving back to Europe. White, his knuckles were white from how hard he gripped the wheel in an attempt to freeze out those thoughts. Unfortunately, it led to his eyes burning, the sadness sinking back in as he tried to prepare himself with seeing her in a gorgeous wedding dress not meant to impress him. Rubbing the back of his hands on his cheeks he tapped on the door and went in, a part of him relieved that he didn’t have to fight to keep looking at her.
There had always been something about her hugs, the perfect amount of pressure in the perfect places, they immediately put him at ease. It wasn’t until they were sitting on the edge of the bed that he shifted from his selfish mood to his protective, attentive, ‘she’s your world’ mode. His hands wrapped around hers as she spoke and his thumb brushed across her soft knuckles. Thaddeus didn’t stop her to tell her that he’d been doing nothing but moping in his house or that he was bothered by the idea of having to talk to Lachlan today. Leaning forward, the man kissed her temple in an attempt to reassure her. “You’re not being selfish. You’re not asking him to put it away forever, just to devote this happy day for you two to his new family.”
Standing up he nodded once, tugging on his coat, and looking at his cuff link’s freshly polished engraved W’s. “Other then this you’re okay?” Slowly his eyes moved up, like a guilty child. At first they drank her in, a vision as always. If he’d’ve been speaking his voice would have cracked. When his eyes darted away from her face, an attempt to collect himself, they fell on the dress. The man froze, just for a moment, and in that moment he felt the death of it all like time was flashing moments back on him; their burrito dinners, sitting on the beach with her and Evie, their way her hands shook after he’d kissed her at the airport, the kiss… Thaddeus snapped out of it, “Wow, that dress…Just when I thought you’d never be more beautiful.” He meant every word of it, the look on his face now no different than a man watching his bride walking down the isle.