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“I’ll scrap this and start over,” the man was saying as he tried to grab the boxes.

“No, don’t do that.” I prevented him from taking them away. “Micah, do you know what this is?”

“Yeah, the wrong date.”

“No-God does everything for a purpose; this is the right date. We’ve got to move the wedding up!” I was excited to my core. We’d both said we couldn’t wait and now it appeared, to me at least, that God was in agreement; we’d marry in six weeks.

“Leese, I’d like to move it up too, but what about the church? They may not have an opening August 15th.”

“I’ll call right now.” I grabbed my cell and dialed information. I motioned Micah to stay where he was as I stepped outside for better reception. When the phone was answered, I explained who I was and that there had been some confusion about our wedding date and we wanted to move it to August 15th. My request was met with a very long pause. “I know that isn’t far away, but I was hoping that-”

“I have a feeling,” the man on the other end of the line began, “that the Good Lord must be with you on this one because no more than an hour ago, both weddings we had scheduled for that day cancelled-we’re available all evening.”

I charged back inside and leaped into Micah’s surprised grasp, tears rolling down my cheeks. “They had two weddings planned for that day,” I cried, still clinging to his neck.

He pulled back enough to see my face, “Had?”

I nodded. “Both weddings cancelled an hour ago-it’s ours for the night.” I swallowed at the annoying block of emotions in my throat, “Six weeks, baby-only six more weeks.”

I don’t know how long we stood there holding on to each other trying to understand what had just occurred, but eventually the gentleman behind the counter cleared his throat, “I guess then these are okay?”

Micah planted a soft kiss against my lips, never turning his head to look at the man, “They’re perfect,” he whispered.

When I finally got in touch with Linda later that afternoon, she flipped.

“But you said everything was coming together, and we were practically ready anyway?” I reminded her.

“I know, but-but six weeks! Okay, look I’ll just have to put everything in high gear. Don’t worry about it, I’ll have it done and it’ll be beautiful.”

I wanted to tell her I wasn’t worried in the least; God moved up the date and He would make sure that it was perfect.

Micah and I spent the majority of Thursday with Linda finalizing every detail from Micah’s tux to my bouquet, to what we were serving at the reception, music, songs, lighting, seating, and on and on. I never realized how much work went into a wedding.

We were both exhausted by the time we left her and went to dinner.

“Did you order our plane tickets,” Micah asked as the waiter placed our drinks in front of us.

“All done, I did that last night. We board on the evening of the eighteenth and then it’s just you and me and Maui for three heart pounding weeks. You’ll love our house. It’s between Hana and the Haleakala National Park. We can hike to waterfalls or snorkel off the black sand beach.”

He reached out and grasped my hand in both of his, his thumbs caressing my skin, and then he lifted it and placed a kiss on the back, “I’m glad the date changed. How about tomorrow we start looking for a house? Our house-I’d like to have one here and another one in Louisiana. We can… Leese, are you okay?”

I know an odd look had come over my face as I remembered about Friday, “Yeah, it’s just that we have an-an appointment in the morning.”

“For what? I don’t remember anything for tomorrow.”

“That would be because I sort of forgot to mention it,” I cringed.

He picked up on the cringe. “What exactly are we doing in the morning?”

“We’re going to see a doctor,” I said softly, afraid to give my words any volume, “For a consultation about-about birth control.”

His eyebrows went up, “Leese, baby, you didn’t have to do that. I can handle the birth control for a little while and then-”

You,” I said, clearly surprised.

He lifted his glass and muttered something I couldn’t hear.

“What?”

“I’ll use condoms,” he repeated, barely louder than the first time.

“I don’t want anything between us,” I stated.

“Trust me, neither do I, but as much as I can’t wait to start a family, I don’t want you to be a teenage mother.”

“This is why were going to see the doctor, she’s going to give us some-some options and besides she’s said I should have an exam before-”

“An exam? I would think an exam wouldn’t be a good idea, or even possible since you’ve never-”

“I already told her this was my first time and she didn’t seem to think it was a problem.”

Micah frowned. I could tell he didn’t like the idea at all; I was now really glad I didn’t give him the whole week to wiggle out of it. The mood for the remainder of the evening was ruined.

The next morning I was nervous, but ready to get this part over with. Micah never came out of his sour mood from when I told him what we were doing. He still thought it was ridiculous to see a doctor over something that was perfectly natural and, as he put it, something people have been doing since God put us on earth. I told him maybe people have been ‘doing it’ that long, but I haven’t and I’d feel better if he give me a little support.

Reluctantly, he agreed and we drove downtown to the doctor’s office. It actually became comical when we arrived and I watched Micah’s hulking form shrink smaller and smaller as we sat in the waiting room with three expectant mothers who all seemed to want to chat with us as to why we were there; the natural assumption being that we were in the early stages of pregnancy or trying to get pregnant.

I was never so glad to be called back when the nurse opened the door. Micah rose from his chair, but the nurse told him she’d be back to get him when the doctor was finished with me. I could feel his burning stare as I left him among the chatty mothers-to-be. I think he would have rather been facing down another hit man in a dark alley-and to have been out of bullets.

Doctor Kannova appeared to be in her late thirties, blond hair and blue-green eyes. I felt immediately comfortable with her as she spoke with me for a few minutes in the exam room. I told her my fears about the pill and the negative effects that my mother went through with it, but she didn’t seem overly concerned.

“So the wedding is in six weeks and this is your first time. Do you have any other methods you are leaning toward? Have you done any research into birth control?”

“Yes, but to be honest what I want seems a little confusing.”

“What’s that?”

“I’d like to try the rhythm method at first, just at least for our first few nights, but I don’t know what we should do beyond that.”

“That may not be so easy. The rhythm method requires you to have very good records about your cycle and-”

“I keep a calendar every month. I can show you exactly how my cycles run.”

“But are they regular? Most young women-”

“I’m like clockwork, every 28 days on the nose and I don’t even vary by a day.”

“Well, that certainly helps, but it’s such a small window of opportunity and I don’t know if that ‘window’ will be open August 15th. But let’s not worry about that right now. I’m going to need you to remove all your clothing and put on this robe, opening in the rear. I’ll be back when your changed.”

“Doctor Kannova, I do have a question,” I asked, stopping her before she could go out the door. I knew this question was the crux of Micah’s fears about today. “My fiancé seems to think an exam isn’t possible since I’m a virgin. I honestly think he’s worried I won’t be one after the exam, but he won’t tell me that.”