"Are you sure you haven't forgotten your vitamins?" I ask as we get out of the plane.

"My God, Kiki! I told you I packed them!" Samantha grunts petulantly, rolling her eyes as though she's tired of the questioning.

I chuckle lightly. "Okay, I was only making sure. Am I being too much of a mom now?"

"Totally!" Sam replies rather quickly.

We laugh heartily, finally back to Montana. My hair flips at the welcoming, autumn breeze blowing around the Bozeman Yellowstone International Airport, a clear reminder that we're in the country side.

Damn, I missed this place even though it's been only several weeks.

"I know you're taking this Godmother role seriously and all, but it's enough that Jonathan breathes under my neck. I don't need you to act the same way, please." Sam is still complaining even when we reach at the baggage claim.

Always my drama queen!

I roll my eyes now. "Okay, I'll stay out of your business, Mrs. Kruger. Just for now, though, because I promised Jonathan that I'd take care of you and I'm gonna keep my word."

"Yeah, right." Sam sighs. "If taking care of me means making me a spinach smoothie then I'm out."

Laughing harder, I nudge her on the arm. "I've never made you a spinach smoothie, Sam. But I guess we could try it, right? It must be so good for the baby." I touch Sam's belly that's still flat, and my heart flips at the feel.

Oh, I wish I'd feel what she feels someday. Maybe soon? My mind wanders off instantaneously as I think of my fiancé. Relax, woman! You shall meet him soon. I smile softly.

"Spinach smoothie? Shut up," Sam hisses but ends up laughing.

I'm ecstatic being back in this place . I take my time indulging into the moment, taking in a soft breath of fresh air. It has been over two months since I visited Montana for the first time, but it feels like yesterday despite the many events that have taken place in my life.

"You got this, Kira Jones," I mutter under my breath.

After getting our bags we are now waiting for Peter to pick us. A deep breath couples my smile when I think of my future husband. I miss Liam terribly and I can't wait to finally reunite with him—not just for a day or week, but forever as one soul.

Am I really gonna wed him?

Fuck, it's damn exciting and scary at the same time. Is this how everyone feels when nearing marriage? I can't help but wonder as I try calling Peter for the second time. Why isn't he answering? A little frown flits on my face, hoping all is well with him.

"Call him again, Kira," Sam states while taking a seat on the lounging chairs.

"It's what I'm doing, girl. Relax!" I place my phone on the ear and thankfully it rings. Seconds later I get connected to Peter. "Hey, hi. We're—" I pause, a bright smile on my face while tugging the thick strands of my curls behind my ears. "Okay." I hang up.

"So is he coming?" Sam asks, exhausted.

"Yeah. He had a flat tire, but he's almost here now," I reply gently, and suddenly Sam starts laughing at whatever's on her freaky mind. "Mind sharing the good news?" I gaze down at her, stupefied.

She coughs to clear her throat. "I've just remembered that it was me calling Peter the last time we came here. And look, today you're the one calling him, and not as an ordinary person, but as his boss' soon-to-be wife."

Indeed it's a twist of fate.

"Well . . ." I take a seat next to her, the air in the airport is a bit chilly for my simple attire. "It's kind of crazy, right? I guess everything happens for a reason in our lives."

I first came here as a supportive friend, clueless of what laid ahead, but destiny made me the future wife of the same man my best friend had a crush on. What a weird love story Liam and I share! I can't stop being amazed.

At some point I was a traitor to my friend for falling for in love with her crush, but what can we do when a heart wants what it wants? Run away? Hide and grief? Well, I did all that and yet here I am, ready to be married.

"Frankly, Kiki, I'm still wondering what's the reason for me to get knocked out while I was extremely careful." Sam sighs heavily, talking of her unexpected pregnancy. "I mean, I didn't—"

"Sam, don't." I stop her complaints. "I'm sure you'll understand in time so stop making it sound like a terrible thing, please. It's a baby, not some trash to be thrown away. Plus, you have everyone to support you, including the baby's father."

I hate it when she feels negative about the baby, something not everyone can have. I think I'm more excited about it that the mother herself.

"Sure!" Sam rolls her eyes, sighing again. "Oh, there comes Peter."

"Where?" I immediately stalk her gaze toward the entrance. "Yeah, it's him." My smile reappears at the sight of a familiar guy, who smiles back at us as he approaches.

Tall, rugged, wildly handsome—he's the same Peter I know.

"I'm glad." Sam rises up. "I can't wait to catch some sleep; I'm so tired."

Me too. Flights are never easy on me.

"Hi, Peter," I regard him.

"Ms. Kira." Peter grins. He looks good in his blue jeans and flannel shirt. "How are you both?" He gazes at Sam.

"Good," I utter.

"Very good, Peter," Sam returns in a similar manner. "I see you still love arriving fashionably late, huh? I thought that's an L.A thing," she teases, making the poor guy flush coyly.

"I'm sorry, I had a flat tire," he says apologetically.

"No problem, we just landed," I remark, and the chit chat gets cut short as we decide to get out of the Airport.

Once we're inside the van, my mind flies to the memory lane. My first ride to the ranch was nearly the same as this one, except that now I know where I'm heading to, unlike before, and mostly whom I'm going to encounter.

The thought of meeting my fiancé and his mother makes me giddy.

Gingerly, I scroll up my side window as Sam complains about the cold. She's at the front seat, as usual, and me at the back. November seems to be approaching fast as the weather shifts into an enraging cold—especially here in Montana.

"I want to get in bed and sleep," Sam says, hugging the scarf I lent her.

"Fall here is like winter in other places, I guess," Peter remarks coolly, his strong hands whirling the steering stoically.

"I think so," Sam utters, yawning once again.

"I'm glad we're prepared," I mutter, smiling at the beautiful view of landscapes sliding by.

The mountains are now covered with a satisfying amount of snow, and the shade of green is still there as though summer barely hit this place at all. Thinking of Los Angeles and the heat, this is so much better.

"Wake me up when we arrive," Sam states, and it feels like deja Vu.

I've heard that before.

"No worries," Peter replies.

Even though Sam's story with Liam blew off into something unexpected, she still seems to be excited about my wedding with him. Frankly, it warms my heart each time I look at her, for we've been through hell because of this predicament.

At this important stage of my life, I desperately need her as a sister, as a guest, and mostly as the maid of honor. There's no one else to take that place from my best friend, unless we decide to have more than one maid of honor—which is highly unlikely.

"Oh, here we are," I utter placidly when we finally arrive at the ranch.

"Uh, thank God. I'm so glad we're done travelling," Sam says lazily, flashing her darkened eyes wider after the short nap she'd taken.

The enormous house, the enchanting green garden, the big trees surrounding the estate—I take in the entire sight with a big smile on my face. I feel at home and it's a very unbidden feeling. I was a guest, and maybe I still am, but the familiarity is real.

Unfortunately Eleanor isn't home when we step inside. Disappointment sears through me, for I was expected her warm smile the minute I walked into the house. She went to buy the groceries with Betty, says Peter while taking our bags upstairs.

"Hey, are you okay?" I ask Sam, who's been yawning nonstop.

"Yeah. But seriously, I'm super sleepy," she cries. "I barely slept last night. Can I just lie down and see you later when your mother-in-law comes home?"

"Okay. Let's take you to your room, Miss Grumpy. If all pregnancies make women like this then I should be wary about my state," I tease her.

"Oh, shut up, you're probably pregnant already by now," she recoils and we share a soft laugh. "Tell me about Mr. Darcy," she suddenly says.

"Huh?" I scowl.

"You still need to tell me some details, Kira." She sounds serious.

"What details?" I ask, unable to like where this is going.

Does she want us to talk about Liam? How I managed to get his attention and all? Good Lord, I don't wanna talk about that. It's uncomfortable.

"Like how you two kept the secret romance, and how it all started," Sam says bluntly, and for some valid reasons, I've been asking myself this question.

How were we able to fool Sam all that time? Was she that blind to see and understand my feelings all along? Did she get time to really know me and all the changes upon meeting Liam? These are some of the questions I still have.

"Sam," I utter with a sigh. We halt in the middle of the staircase, facing each other. "Can't we just forget about that?" I plead softly.

"No, I'd love to know," Sam answers with a smile. "Because I need to know how your love story began—as your best friend—and not as someone who once had a silly crush on your future husband."

Oh God. I heave a deep sigh.

"Okay, for now get some rest and I'll tell you the story later," I tell her with a dismissive smile, still finding the topic hard.

"Sure, Mom!" Sam rolls her eyes.