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We’re at a work event and my eyes go to Zerena who is in the middle of a deep conversation with Felix.
She’s dressed in a short orange dress and pink heels. The color combination is interesting to say the least but she pulls it off. Her hair is up in a slick bun and the diamond ring I bought for her, shimmers on her finger.
“You have no say,” I tell my father. “I’ve already asked her to marry me.”
“Then take it back,” my father snaps, looking like he wants to shake some sense in me. “Before it’s too late!”
“It was too late the moment she said yes.” In all honesty I wasn’t sure she would. She was pretty cranky the days leading up to the engagement. It worries me a little but it turned out to just be PMS. And when I asked her to marry me by having the words, written and lit up with fire in the ocean as we sat on a beach in the middle of the night, she threw herself around my neck and started sobbing.
It scared the hell out of me. Until she reassured me it was happy tears.
“You’re making a mistake, boy,” my father warns, pointing at me. “And why in the name of money do you bring her to these events? Do you remember what she did last time?”
How can I forget? She held a monologue to two of my employees about her principles, and three weeks later, they both quit.
“She’s bad for business. She’ll distract you, give you ideas,” my father continues but I’m barely listening.
Instead, I wave Zerena over and she walks up to us but not before tripping a waiter and my father lets out a long, pained sigh.
“What are you two talking about?” she asks curiously, standing next to me and I look to my father.
“We’re talking about how absurd it is for you two to get married,” he spits but Zerena doesn’t look hurt.
“And I guess Blaise doesn’t agree with that?” she says, casually because she’s sure of our relationships. She knows I’d take down any obstacle before I let someone stand in our way.
“No he doesn’t,” my father says, shaking his bald head, then hisses as if Zerena can’t hear us, “she only wants you for your money.”
“Not true,” Zerena protests with a lot of heat, clutching my hand in hers. “I love him tremendously!”
“And I love her,” I say giving her hand a squeeze adding, “enormously.” But it does little to milden my father’s temper.
“Blaise, she’s a bloody waitress!”
“And a barista,” I snap proudly.
“Actually I prefer the term coffee chemist...” Zerena begins but I put a protective arm around her.
“What she is doesn’t matter,” I say, “what matters is that she will be a Pendragon.”
My father blows air into his cheeks, looking nauseated and I add,
“Yes, she will share your name and she will be the mother of your grandkids...”
“Don’t push him,” Zerena whispers and my father throws me an infuriating glare then storms off. “I knew he’d get mad.”
Looking down at Zerena I say, “He’ll get over it.” I brush our lips together and kiss her shoulder. “Once you give me many, many heirs.”
Two months later we marry. The ceremony is held on one of my estates in a small picturesque village with just the closest family and friends.
“Will you help me out of this dress?” Zerena asks later that night, and I pull down the zipper. She chose a mermaid shaped one because what else and she takes it off, pressing her cheek against the fabric. “I’ll miss wearing it.”
“You can still wear it for me.” I unbutton my shirt. “We’ll role play. I’ll be your merman,” I hear myself say but she looks thrilled and now I can’t take it back.
“Really?” she gasps with shimmery eyes and I do my best not to laugh. “Will you wear a fin and everything?”
I brush a hand over my neck hesitantly. “Eh...?”
“Or maybe just keep your legs together real tight?” she says fervently, tugging at my belt. That sounds right down uncomfortable but I don’t say it.
