“It sneaks up on you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, it does.”
“I can come next week, is that okay?”
“Yes. Bring Scott.”
“Mom, I am sorry. I don’t think I was fair to you growing up and I regret that. Can we start over?”
“How about we just go from here, baby girl?”
“I’d like that a lot. I love you mom.”
“I love you too, Shaynah. I’ll call you next week to let you know when we are getting in.”
“Ok that sounds good. Bye.”
We hang up and I feel so much better after our conversation.
A little while later, Blake comes home and we spend the night making love and watching movies.
Later that night, I listen to the sounds of his snoring. Grinning into the darkness, my last thought of the day is that I am going to love being his wife.
Epilogue
Six Weeks Later
Las Vegas, Nevada
Shaynah
The last month has been overwhelming, but in a good way. I tattoo on my own now. I have a full loving family as well as a new one. I moved. And Blake. Blake who loves me so much. Blake who has been so understanding of the fact that I don’t want a big wedding. At all. Right now, we are sitting in first class seats on our way to Vegas. I found the perfect dress though. It’s floor length and sleeveless. It’s has roses embroidered into the lace overlay. I think he’s going to love it. I know Vegas is cliché but I am determined to have a good time, if this nausea would go the fuck away. The flight time from Savannah to Nevada is short, but I’m already exhausted. I lean my head on Blake’s shoulder and drift off. A few minutes later, I hear a baby cry and I jerk awake.
“You okay, baby?” Blake asks looking concerned.
“I think I’m pregnant,” I blurt out trying to remember my last period.
“Probably,” he says grinning. I shake my head and laugh with him. As soon as we land, we take an Uber to a drugstore then on to the hotel. I freshen up and taken the test. I apply some makeup and the dress. I scream for Blake when I see the positive test.
“Wow. You’re breathtakingly beautiful,” he says pulling me into his arms.
“Thank you. You’re gonna be a daddy,” I reply taking the kiss he gives me.
“Let’s get married, my gorgeous tattooed bride,” he says, leading me out of the bathroom. He grabs his jacket and we leave hand in hand.
Twenty short minutes later, we are married. A Wayne Newton look-alike did the honors. It was both tacky and beautiful. We are staying just tonight. He has a big order for thirty-two tables for a restaurant in town. It’s a pretty big deal and I am so happy for him. He deserves everything he wants. Right now, what he wants is me.
“You look so beautiful in that dress, baby but take it off now, unless you want me to rip it off your body.”
“I’ll take it off” I can’t help giggling. “Can you unzip me,” I say in a low, sultry voice turning my back to him. He does so and I slip out of it.
“Fuck,” he murmurs getting his first look at my wedding lingerie. It’s pretty much all straps and hardly any fabric and I am not one hundred percent how I even got into it, but I really don’t think that getting out of it is going to be a problem. He lifts me into his arms and kisses me. A kiss that tells me what’s going to happen here tonight will be anything but chaste. He lays me gently on the bed, but that is where the gentleness ends. He rips my panties off my body and buries his face in my already wet pussy.
“Oh fuck,” I cry. Every lick sends me into the stratosphere. It doesn’t take long before I am coming on his face. He leans up grinning. His beard is glistening with my juices and that turns me on even more. He reaches up and pulls the barely there cups of my bra down and pulls on my nipples, just the way I like.
He stands and strips down to nothing and climbs back between my parted thighs. His hard cock is pointing straight up. I love that he knows what he’s doing. He makes me feel alive, and like I am the only girl in the world.
Before I met Blake my life was heading down a one way street. I never saw a way out of the boring, colorless life I was leading. With the exception of tattooing, there was nothing notable or excitable.
Then he walked into the shop and changed every damn thing in just a moment.
A moment is all it takes. A moment to meet a man. A moment to fall in love. A moment to start living. A moment to see color in places where there was none before.