“If you don’t get a move on we are going to be late for yet another meeting with the wedding planner” I screamed from the bottom of the stair case. I had been ready for about 20 minutes when Christopher William, my betrothed walked through half dressed. He couldn’t pick a shirt….a damn shirt. Eventually he slid down the bannister and stopped just behind me, jogging me with his knee. I looked up at despite him wearing a soccer Jersey he still looked amazing.
“Apologies babe, I just…..ya know….” He shrugged expecting me to know what he meant….but I did not. It was a 10 minute walk to Danielle’s office. She was the third wedding planner, yes third. The first two just didn’t flow with us. They were spewing out bad ideas…..tacky…over the top. Chris had finally proposed after 7 years…..I want this to be…..just right, as does he. We walk hand in hand taking in the cool autumn air, I loved living in NYC during this time of year…..the orange ,brown and yellow colours covering the streets and trees….the cool air. It was easier do organise things when it wasn’t so hot.
“Maybe we can finally pick a venue today”
“Maybe….” I sighed rubbing Chris’s cold hand with my even colder fingers. We pressed the buzzer to the building and Danielle’s voice echoed through.
“Is that the Tomson couple”
“Come straight up” She buzzed us in and we took the long accent to her office.
It was warm, cosy; pictures of her past work littered the office. She had the folders and books out all ready for us; she didn’t mess around this one. She grabbed my hand, she always had to look at the ring, she obsessed over the ring, it was pretty big…..a drummers salary pays well it seems. Hers wasn’t as nice as mine…..
“That ring, it makes my heart sing every time I see it….go sit please” I nodded and sat down next to Chris who was already looking through a magazine.
“Ok so….what did we do last week…yes ok band….no….caterer….no ….Venue no….flowers no….dress….hoping for some wiggle room on that” She spoke so fast my head felt like it was gonna implode….I nodded along with her.
“Well I’m pretty settled on the dress…..”
“Really…..” Her voice, the sound of disagreement…..slight disgust. The dress I want to wear is a pre-owned…..well pre loved I should say. It belonged to my Great- Aunt when she got married to Great Uncle Kristoph on Liberty Island. They came to America and fell in love with one another on the boat here and married the very next day. It’s beautiful, long lace sleeves and a gorgeous long train…..perfect.
“Ok well I’ve got a couple places to go see today in regards to venues so…..let’s not waste any more time, take the books with you and you can maybe….I hope….pick out the cake….finally” She was losing faith in us…..I didn’t blame her. Chris kissed my neck softly as we left to the cab waiting for us outside. We drove all around upstate….looking at country clubs and then hotels in Wellfleet and midtown, she even suggested Cape Cod…..at a yacht club……no, none of it was right. I hated it all, it just wasn’t us. By the end of the day Chris and I were sick to death of wedding talk…..when we got home we just went into different rooms, I went to my study and Chris into the living room to watch sports centre…..I wanted to cry….and call the whole thing off. I looked over to my dress hanging in its protective bag. Something so old and special….it shouldn’t be hanging in my study…..I walked over and slid it out of the bag and held it against me…….
Then suddenly I realised I had put it on.
“Whoops” I said under my breath. The door opens. I wonder for a second who it could be….then remembered I lived with a 6ft tall bearded goof.
“Hey do….oh wow” he almost fell into the door frame.
“I’m sorry….I couldn’t stop…..it’s been a hard….”
“You look…..oh my god” He covered his mouth and his eyes began to well up.
“OH my god please do not cry…..” he walked up to me….his hand slowly made its way up my laced covered arm and behind my head. The way he kissed me……he hadn’t kissed me like that in forever. His tongue was in so deep it made my legs wobble.
“I can’t wait to marry you….I….wanna marry you right now” I laughed going in to kiss him again.
“Let’s get married…like now….”
“Shut up……you are talking crazy…it’s the dress its making you question your better judgement” I backed away and began to unzip my dress at the side. It slid off me and fell to the floor as I bent over to pick it up and felt Chris’s hands rub my lower back and grab my butt. I wriggled from his grasp and hung my dress back up. Even though I wasn’t wearing the most….risqué underwear, Chris still couldn’t keep from grabbing me and lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around him and rubbed my nose against his.
“Maybe….sorry….it was the dress….” I bit his bottom lip, indicating I was in the mood and he carried me to bed. Laying me down softly and wasting no time sliding my panties off and teasing my clit with his tongue….he was so good….he was the best….he was and always will be. I pulled at his hair bucking my pussy into his face, the way his beard tickled….fuck it felt good. His hands playing roughly with my tits, pulling my nipples making my hips gyrate faster with the rhythm of his tongue and lips against my pussy. It took 10 minutes for me to cum, quick but no less enjoyable….lapping up the last of it he winked at me and walked to our bedroom to clean up. I sat up biting my lip, my pussy still sensitive I touched myself gently….thinking about how amazing our wedding night was gonna be, how amazing our life together will be……maybe he’ll finally let me get a dog when we’re married…..
The next morning Chris was up way earlier than I was. Like….I was so dazed in my half-awake half asleep state, that I wasn’t sure if it was really 4am that he got up….but it was. He had left a note on the bed, written ever so neatly, especially for Chris. That chicken scratch was difficult for even I to read, and I teach 3rd grade.
Last night, I was deadly serious about marrying you as soon as possible…..as soon as today even, I have arranged everything, the guests, the brides maids are waiting down stairs to have breakfast and to help you get ready…..your Mom even made it. I rang them all as you slept telling them that we couldn’t wait….this was how we wanted it, nothing big, just small…..special….and as soon as possible. I hope you aren’t mad at me and leave me standing at the bottom of our garden, where we have the (in your words) bandstand type thingy covered in yellow roses. Gosh I hope you aren’t mad at me for doing this but……I couldn’t wait….don’t ask or wonder what I had to do to get this sorted but…..I did it babe….for you, no more crappy ideas, tacky or over the top. Just us, our home, our friends and family…… I fucking love you more than the Nets….there you have it writing now,
Well I was crying halfway through the note but by the end I was balling. A Knock on my door and my Mom walks in….dressed to the nines…at 8am.
“Morning sweetie” she walked to me and wiped my tears. “No crying today…..”
“Arent you like mad at him…or us…..”
“No….this is exactly like you two, we either thought you would do this…..or do it one afternoon without the dress or the family”
“Everyone that could…..Chris was calling people all night….he spent…all night…..doing this for you….but just say the word and I’ll beat him and tell him he was stupid…”
“No….god…I don’t hate this….this is EXACTLY what I wanted….I was just too afraid to ask for it….”
“Well then I guess you chose the right fella to marry” I giggled and got up from my bed and slipped on my bathrobe.
“Shut the front door” Mom nodded and took my hand; my kitchen was full of breakfast foods and my friends. Perfect.
I shovelled my food in so fast, I just wanted to get ready…..I couldn’t look out back……they had even covered my windows up to keep me from peaking. Jenna did my hair, Nicki did my make up…..there was no way I was putting on my eyeliner the way I was shaking. Mom had brought up the champagne, I was limited to a glass after I necked the first one.
“I will not have my daughter stumble up the aisle” After Jenna put up the last of my hair she placed the veil carefully over my head.
“You look fucking spectacular…..” Mom shot a look at Jenna as she kissed my cheek and helped me up. I turned to the 3 of them.
“So….how do I look” Mom held back the tears and just nodded.
“I’d marry you” Jenna said wiping a couple tears away. Nicki just put thumbs up then shouted.
“DON’T CRY….that eye makeup AINT waterproof…..it was very last minute I grabbed all I could” He Jersey accent sounded pissed but I knew she was happy for me.
“So when do I go get married” I sighed rubbing my dress down. A face I hadn’t seen in a while popped through my bedroom door.
“Right now….” Ezra….typically had to make an entrance…..I ran up to him and hugged him.
“WOAH….careful….the suit….and your dress I guess….wow I would totally marry you….if I wasn’t already….don’t tell Nadja….”
“You still giving me away Koenig”
“Sure…..I’m like a dad to like everyone I know….but especially to you…come on then….everyone is waiting….Mom why don’t you go take your seat front and centre downstairs…bridesmaids…..follow me and the bride….let’s do this….”
I stood at my french doors. I breathed in deeply….slowly…..
“What is it like out there?”
“You’ll see” He pushed the doors open and I was greeted by the Auntumn Sun almost blinding me…..and the sound of people standing…..and then the sound of someone playing the Piano beautifully, of course it was Rostam. I looked over and saw a white tent…..covering the guests, just in case it rained….fairy lights and yellow roses everywhere. A white carpet underneath my feet, then at the end, Chris standing on that band stand thingy….shaking just as much as me. He was wearing the same suit he wore the night he proposed to me….which is evidently the same suit he was wearing when we met. He looked amazing…..this whole thing was amazing. I almost fainted from how perfect it all was. I stopped just before the step and kissed Ezra’s cheek.
“Thank you” I whispered, then I turned and took Chris’s hand, He helped me up and kissed my hand.
“Well….you made it…so I guess you aren’t that mad” I laughed and looked at my friend Ana, she was performing the service….how did he get Ana here on such short notice….last time I checked she was in Pennsylvania. I hugged her and stood, shaking…trying not to cry……as we began…..
I was Mrs Tomson….finally….exactly the way we wanted it.
It got a little windy towards the end, so my Mom’s friends got some outdoor heating set up…..so when Chris and I danced our first dance…..we weren’t cold. He had arranged my favourite Polish bakery and market to cater the wedding…and even make the cake, 4 tiers of my favourite Paczki’s, which are like donuts….but SO much better.
“How did you get them….they are like the best bakery in Brooklyn….”
“When I mentioned it was our wedding day…..they were more than happy….plus I paid a shit ton of money….” I giggled into his chest and continued to sway to the music…….
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