Now, she wanted a big wedding but had no one to invite, that’s where Gray and I came in. We turned the wedding into the social event of the season. She and Charlotte have become quite close in the last month, so she is her maid of honor.
The Bridal March by Richard Wagner is played by a string quartet as first Charlotte comes down the aisle then suddenly CeCe is walking towards me. My beautiful CeCe. My heart actually stutters as I gaze at her. Her sleeveless long white dress is flowing to the sand where her cute little feet are peeking out with every step she takes. Finally, she reaches me, and I can’t help pulling her to me. Her dress is backless, and her hair is pulled up. It’s frustrating because I can’t run my fingers through the softness like I normally do, but she looks amazing. I can’t wait to peel my wife out of this dress and fuck her until the sun comes up. The pastor from a local church is our officiant. He kind of reminds me of Colonel Sanders.
“We are gathered here today to witness the joining of Gerard Kyle Caswell and Cecilia Jo Preston. The bride has chosen a verse from First Corinthians Chapter Thirteen verses four through eight. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. Do you Gerard take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health until death parts you?” Pastor Wright asks.
“Hell yeah, I definitely do,” I say, garnering a laugh from those watching and a giggle from CeCe.
“Cecilia, do you take Gerard to be your lawfully wedded
husband, in sickness and in health until death parts you?”
“I do,” she says, and I let out the breath I didn’t realize I’ve been holding.
“By the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Without a second’s hesitation, I kiss her with everything in me. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Gerard Caswell.” The elation that I feel upon hearing that is more than I can say. I take her hand and we walk down the aisle. Our reception is inside the house, but we do a quick photo shoot in the water and then party the night away.
“Mrs. Caswell, it’s time to go,” I tell her.
“Where are we going? I thought we were staying here tonight?” she asks, looking confused.
“Change of plans,” I say, leading her out to the waiting car.
“I should put shoes on. My feet are probably filthy,” she says.
“You don’t need them. You can shower on the plane.”
“The plane?” she asks excitedly.
“Yes,” I say chuckling.
“I have several surprises in store for you, wife.”
We reach the plane and the flight attendant grabs the bags for me. We run up the stairs and we buckle in until we take off.
“I love you, G. Thank you for doing all this for me today.”
“I love you too, CeCe. So fucking much. I’d do anything for you.”
Suddenly, she grabs my hand and holds it close to her chest. She kisses each one of my knuckles.
“I have a present for you. I was going to tell you over breakfast,” she says reaching over to the seat across from us. She roots around in her purse that was placed there. She pulls out a picture and shows it to me. I stare at it. For the life of me, words are not forming at what this is. The gift she’s showing me is actually a fucking blessing. A miracle. While logically, I knew it could happen based on the sheer amount of sex we’ve had in the last month, seeing proof of my child in her belly is amazing. “I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant.” Before I get a chance to say anything, the speakers crackle and the captain speaks.
“Mr. and Mrs. Caswell. Congratulations from the flight crew. Our flight to London will be arriving at nine am local time. We are expecting clear skies and smooth flying. Jessica and Harry will be your attendants for this leg of the journey. This is Captain Decker and Captain Milo signing off.”
“London?” she asks at the same time I ask, “Pregnant?”
“Yes,” we answer each other at the same time. She giggles and begins first.
“A baby. We’re having a baby.”
“Fuck, Cecilia. This is the most amazing news I’ve ever been given,” I tell her honestly.
“But you’ve won an Oscar,” she says.
“Please, the two things don’t compare. I am going to be a father,” I tell her honestly.