Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 47(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 47(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
“What?”
“I thought I made it quite clear that I love you, Isaac. I want what’s best for you. Do you think that just means when you are fucking me?” she asks, sounding pissed.
“No, but…”
“Exactly. Please trust me when I say that I have never said those words before, and I meant them. Did you mean them?”
“Of course, I meant them,” I say standing up quickly. “I’ve never said them before either.”
“So, we get to figure this crazy thing out together.”
“Good thing we have forever.” I say kissing her.
“Good thing,” she whispers. “Is the pool heated?”
“Yes,” I tell her. Before I can stop her, she drops the sheet and walks into the pool. I follow her like a lost puppy after losing my sweats. She swims around like a siren luring me to my death.
“Catch me if you can,” she taunts and I ramp up my efforts to reach her, when I do, I wrap my arms around her.
“I’ve already caught you plum, and I am never letting you go.”
“Promise?”
“I guaran damn tee it.”
“Good,” she says, turning her lips up for a kiss which I greedily take from her.
“Marry me,” I say.
“Yes,” she replies without hesitation.
Kissing her again, she wraps her legs around my waist. My hard cock seeks her pussy. Finding it, I slide home and love my fiancée like it’s the end of the world, though for us it’s just beginning.
I love this woman and the final step of making her mine forever is that much closer now, I don’t give a fuck that it’s only been a day. Love doesn’t stop for anything let alone time.
Two weeks later, Abigail and I get married with just close friends with us and her parents. It was a small church ceremony and now that we are joined together forever, we are having a wedding brunch at a fancy restaurant in Savannah.
“Really, Abigail. You couldn’t have worn a more flattering dress?” her mother, Jane, says to her quietly.
“I don’t know what you mean, mother,” Abigail replies tersely.
“You have so much… skin showing. It’s unseemly.”
“Thank you, mother. I will take that into advisement.” Abigail picks at her food instead of actually eating.
“Well, it’s too late now. You are making all these people uncomfortable, right Edward?” Jane asks, nudging her husband.
“I am sure you are right, dear,” he replies wearily.
I lean over to my wife and whisper into her ear. She giggles and her mother frowns.
“You look fucking beautiful today, wife. I can’t wait to get you out of that dress.”
“Yeah?” she asks.
“You know she doesn’t have any money,
right?” Jane says a sneer on her face.
“I’m not worried about that, I have more than enough for both of us.”
“Really? A tattoo artist has money?”
“I am also a captain in the United States Army, ma’am and I won’t tolerate you talking to
my wife like that.”
“You don’t get to tell me how I can talk to my daughter.”
“Normally, you’d be right, but the words that are coming out of your mouth aren’t true
therefore, she doesn’t have to listen to it. And you, Edward, how can you let your wife talk to your daughter like that?”
“How dare you speak to us in that manner” Jane says.
“Jane, give it up,” Edward tells her.
“Excuse me?” she says to her husband.
“Abigail is a grown woman. She doesn’t want or need to hear your bullshit.”
“Wow,” Abigail says. “I have never heard you talk so much, dad.”
“This shit ends now. Jane apologize to your daughter. Her husband doesn’t want to hear
you talk down to her ever again. I, for one, want to see my grandchildren one day. You have to know she only invited us to be polite. I am certain she doesn’t want the best day of her life ruined by your salty mouth.”
“Go dad,” Abigail says quietly.
“Are you quite finished, Edward?”
“No, I am just getting started, Jane. You can’t keep this shit up or I am done.”
“Dad, that seems extreme.”
“Abbycakes, she is a sour woman and has been for twenty years. I have had more than enough," Edward says firmly.
“Edward, you have never spoken to me like this before,” Jane says, fanning herself. Well
that’s interesting. She… likes it. “Abigail, I am sorry. I don’t know why I am like this.”
“You should seek help for that, mom,” Abigail says quietly.
“I will,” Jane says.
"Alright. Thank you for coming, everyone. My bride and I have a plane to catch," I say
standing. Holding my hand out to Abigail, she takes it and stands with me. I'm taking her to Aruba for our honeymoon. We are looking forward to some fun in the sun and whatever the future holds for us.
Epilogue
Abby
Two Years Later
Isaac and I have been married for over two years and in that time, we haven’t had a baby. After a year of trying we sought out a fertility specialist in Atlanta who told us there was nothing wrong with either one of us, that sometimes these things happen. As devastating as it was to hear, I have kept hoping and that hope has finally paid off, I think as I look down at the positive pregnancy test, I hold in my hands. It’s early, barely six and I don’t have to be at the library until eight. After I finished school, I got a job at the Live Oak Public Libraries main branch in Savannah and moved my way up to head librarian. I got the job after the previous librarian retired after fifty-five years. I was lucky to be given the position so soon after finishing degree, but I have never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth.