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“It came out so beautiful.”
I turn and look into her eyes as our guests happily follow our path around the house. “Not as beautiful as you, baby. Thank you for saying yes.”
For the next ninety minutes, the photographer tortures us and has me regretting the idea of an outdoor wedding, in the middle of summer, in full black suits – and in Kit’s case, a dress that weighs probably forty pounds. This shit is wearing on me quick. It’s hot as Satan’s balls out here.
Our photographer instructs us to standhere, standthere, turn our heads, stare into each other’s eyes, stare away from each other, walk toward each other, walk together, walk away from each other, hold hands, don’t hold hands, kiss, don’t kiss, laugh, act serious.
Then we’re told to do those things with other people; Kit and Jack, me and my mom.
Get the fuck outta here, asshole.
“Alright, I’m out,” I snap when Kit fans her pale face and leans heavily against Jack. Have these people forgotten she was as weak as a baby only a few months ago?
If they haven’t got enough photos by now, they can go fuck themselves. Kit and I will take selfies. “Come on, babe.” I take her hand and nod my thanks to Jack. I lead her out of the garden, out of the sun, and inside to the cool air-conditioning.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“I’m hot as fuck, and you look like you’re about to pass out. You’re green, baby. Are you okay?” I pull her into my side and take some of the weight off her feet. As we pass through the kitchen, I snatch half a dozen bottles of chilled water and lead her toward the stairs.
“It’s hot, huh? I wish I could take this dress off for just a minute.”
“You can. We’re taking an hour out. We’re going to my room and locking the door. You can strip down, you can lay down, you can have a cold shower – anything you want, babe.”
She drops her weight and attempts to slide out of my grip. “We can’t just leave our own wedding, Bobby!”
“Uhh, yes, we can. And we are.” I continue carrying her up the stairs. “They’ll be fine. They’ve got food, water, booze, music, and air-conditioning. I’m not sure if you noticed, but I married this chick earlier today, and I promised to take care of her.” I lead her through my bedroom door and turn to kick it shut. “This is me taking care of business.”
I dump the water on my bed and pull her closer. I look her over from head to toe and appreciate every inch of that dress. Her shoulders look delicate. Her neck, long and bitable. Her hips flare and beg me to hold onto them, but instead, I push her to sit on my bed, drop to one knee, and work to untie the laces.
“I can’t believe you wore Chucks on your wedding day.” Shaking my head, I slide my hand up her calf and massage. “Nothing you do should surprise me, and yet, you still manage it.”
She smirks and brushes loose locks of my hair from my eyes. “I can’t believe we got married today, Bobby. We did it.”
Sitting up tall on my knees, I cup her face and bring her lips to mine. “We really did. Mine forever. Are you happy?”
“Yes. I’m so happy.” Her tongue darts out to tap my stroking thumb. “You look really handsome today. Nearly made me choke on my tongue.”
“Ha, thanks, but if we’re gonna compare… Have you seen yourself? You look amazing.”
She smiles elegantly. Gone is the shy woman who couldn’t take a compliment, and in her place is mywife. “Thank you. I feel very pretty today.”
“You’re very pretty every day.” I press a kiss to her lips. “But today, you’re stunning.”
“I missed you last night.”
“Babe, you havenoidea how much I missed you. I was miserable in this shitty bed all alone. Never again?”
She shakes her head. “Never.”
“Promise?”
She holds up her hand. “Pinky promise. I hardly slept a wink without you.”
“Thank God. And speaking of never sleeping again.” I reach under my bed and pull out the package of photographs she had made up for me. She claps her hands over her mouth with embarrassment. “Care to explain these to me? Shot by shot, in excruciating detail…”
“Bobby! Don’t make me look.” Her face burns as she giggles. “Those are for you to look at.Alone.”
“But I’d much rather look at them with you right here. Care to recreate them for me? I have a bed. I have a wall. I have four of ‘em.”
