Her soon-to-be husband waited for her with his entourage. Boy did Aiden know a lot of people! Not until the wedding did she discover just how damn popular he was. But, it didn’t surprise her in the least. They exchanged vows, and there was not a dry eye in the place when Aiden got down on his knee, took her hand, and said, “If courage was a woman, it would be you… If love had a voice, you wrote the song… If being a best friend is a gift, then you were sent to me straight from God.”
Now here they sat after their first dance, laughing and carrying on at the large bridal party table. Her sisters and friends sat to her right, and Aiden’s posse to her left.
Suddenly, someone stood with a fork in one hand and wine glass in the other, and clinked them against each other for a toast.
“Excuse me!” said the woman Addison had gotten to know quite well. The DJ raced to her and pinned a microphone on her gold lapel. Aiden’s mother was all done up, her hair in a gorgeous updo. She’d put on about fifteen pounds and she looked damn near like a movie star. Lips painted red and kitschy grin, she began to speak. “I’m the groom’s mother,” she stated proudly, and was greeted by a round of applause. “I got to meet Addison a couple of months ago. My son brought her up to visit me. I needed that visit more than anyone could possibly understand.”
The woman paused and locked eyes with her. Addison’s eyes glossed over and she patted them dry before Aiden took her hand and squeezed it.
“She’s a wonderful young woman. I finally have a daughter and I’m so happy my son found somebody who makes him happy. This is their special day, and I want you both to know how happy I am for you, and how much I love you.” Her voice shook, and everyone kept silent as the woman’s emotions poured forth in open view. “Addison, I know you’ve not been at your job long and may not be taking on more patients, but have you ever noticed that Aiden has been pronouncing the word, ‘cummerbund’ wrong? It drives me bananas! Do you think you could help him?”
“Aww, Mom! Come on!” Aiden yelled, full of annoyance, which only sparked an eruption of laughter, including from his mother.
“Yes.” Addison giggled. “I noticed it, too. I will work on it with him.”
“Good. Anyway, I love you both and may today be the first day of the best years of your life to come!” Everyone raised their glasses and clinked them together. “And this is apple cider, just lettin’ it be known before the gossipers decide to spread lies about me!” her mother-in-law exclaimed, drawing a few bursts of laughter from people who knew exactly why she’d made such a declaration.
Addison leaned in close to Aiden and placed her head against his shoulder. The alcohol had made her drowsy and she’d had too much of a good time but now, she was dead tired. She just wanted to look around for a moment, take it all in. She sat there and listened to her husband talk to his best man and brother, Perry but soon she was no longer listening, only relaxing, comforted by her husband’s body so close to hers.
I spent a lot of time finding the perfect dress for this day. It’s a Zak Posen snow white mermaid gown, the dress of my dreams. Fourteen bridal shops, and I finally snagged the perfect garment. I drove all over town to find the bridesmaids’ gifts that I wanted. Diamond stud earrings with personalized necklaces. I spent days with my sister Mary getting the corsages and bouquets just right. I searched day and night to find the perfect wedding band for my husband. Aiden didn’t care; he said something simple was fine, but I wanted it to be distinctive, to add my special touch. So, I had the date of our first date engraved on the inside, along with our wedding date. I picked out a gift for my parents and wrote them a letter thanking them for being so loving to me and giving Aiden a chance. I think they love him already…
And now I sit here, realizing that only a little of all of that running around, tossing money here and there, and making a big deal over cakes and veils meant anything. What matters most is that I am helplessly, madly in love! I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my entire life. When he held me in his arms and told me I could do anything I put my mind to, I knew he was the one…
She turned and looked at Aiden, who was laughing super hard at one of Tim’s loathsome jokes. She smiled and ran her hand up and down the man’s firm, muscled arm…
And just to think, I met my husband at one of the worst times in my life, when I’d hit rock bottom. When that happens, there is nowhere to go but up. He didn’t judge me. He didn’t make me feel lowly and insecure. He looked at me and saw the potential, the good and beauty in me. I’d been through so much, and his kindness, humor, and compassion soothed my soul.
She leaned in close to him and placed a kiss on his cheek. He paused from his discussion and looked into her eyes. He looked so fine in his black and white tuxedo. She wanted to taste him… As if reading her mind, he lifted her chin with a tilt of his finger and placed a soft, heated kiss on her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed. He smelled so damn good.
“We haven’t cut the cake yet,” she announced as she glanced at the obscenely expensive and gorgeous five-tier monstrosity.
“Let’s get ready to do that.” Aiden tossed his napkin on the table. As she stood up to join him, he leaned to her and whispered in her ear, “But make sure we save a piece for later, too. You should know all too well what I like to do with cake…”
And with that, the nasty man cast her a wicked wink…
Honeymooning in the Piedmont Region of Italy was something Aiden had never imagined he’d do, and yet, here he was with a beautiful bronzed beauty sporting a white bikini over glistening skin. Not only had they seen some sights that left him awestruck, but they’d managed to squeeze in a tour of Barolo, too. Then, they returned to the hotel room where he’d ravished her body well and good. He’d fucked his bride like his life depended upon it.
Something about the place sent him into sexual overdrive. Maybe it was the fact that now she was officially his, and life had been so good to them after such a rocky and rough start. He ogled her ass as she stood on the terrace of their fancy room looking out at the spectacular scenery. He’d kissed, licked, and bitten those ass cheeks more times than he could count. When she turned to the side, he got a glimpse of her breast sitting pretty in her bikini top. He hadn’t been able to keep his damn hands off her. In fact, he’d fucked the woman to the tune of four times since they’d arrived, and had plans for many more romps in the hay before they departed.
“Didn’t you just love Turin?” She turned to him, her hair still wet from their swim in the indoor pool.
“Yeah, it was great. A lot of people were there, too.”
“It’s a tourist attraction. That’s some architecture you just can’t forget. I’ve been posting photos all day online, but no picture could ever do the Mole Antonelliana justice.”