Jeff looks proud as punch. He has really rallied round after the initial shock of us being together, and then the shock of finding out about our marriage and Jenny’s pregnancy, but now he can’t wait to be a grandfather. Jenny’s mom has flown down from Canada and is already picking out unisex baby clothes. This child is going to be spoiled rotten.
As is my beautiful wife. I intend to spend every day for the rest of my life making her as happy as she has made me.
She looks stunning. Her white dress is Grecian in style and drapes sexily over every curve, while her dark hair is curled and pinned with flowers. She looks like a goddess. I think about our approaching wedding night and feel my mouth go dry. I try to concentrate on the service, getting an erection in the middle of my wedding would be embarrassing.
Since being with Jenny I have also learned to be less of a workaholic. I’m the boss, I can delegate. I’ve employed a new strategic manager and let him take some of the pressure off my shoulders. I’ve been a lot less angry too, in fact instead of being known as a fairly scary boss, my employees now comment on the permanent dopey grin on my face. Under Jenny’s advice I’m also having grief counseling for my parents passing.
She has changed my life more than I can possibly convey in words, although when we start to repeat our vows after the priest I mean every word. I will love, cherish and be faithful to this woman for life.
After a short service we kiss, to cheers from our guests, and the next few hours go by in a blur of photos, confetti, too much food and dancing. We take a limo to our hotel, where we have the honeymoon suite for three days before we fly to the Caribbean for a month long honeymoon. The thought of having nothing to do for a month but make love to my beautiful wife and the mother of my child has my blood pumping.
Back at the hotel there is a bottle of non alcoholic champagne waiting. I pop the cork and turn to see Jenny open the shoulder clasp that seems to be all that is keeping her dress together. It falls to her feet and she stands before me, an absolute vision in white lace lingerie, nude stockings and a white garter. My mouth falls open.
“Come here, husband,” she purrs.
I walk over to her, bringing the champagne bottle with me.
“I want to drink this off your body,” I tell her, and she gasps and unclasps her bra then pushes her breasts up and together like an offering.
As I drizzle champagne over them and then bend my head to lap it up, I am sure I must be the luckiest guy in the world.
July 3rd, Ten Years Later
We’re back on the beach where it all started, waiting for the midnight Fourth of July fireworks.
I didn’t know we were coming until today. As a surprise for the tenth anniversary of us becoming a couple, Alex booked the most luxurious beach house in Florida, just down the road from the one my Dad used to own before he sold it to buy a property in New York with his fiancée. We’ve sent the kids there for a few days.
It’s been a crazy ten years, but happy ones, so we have a lot to celebrate.
Alex’s business has gone from strength to strength and he’s now a real estate billionaire, while I’m a sought after architect. Getting through college as a new mom was tough, but thanks to Alex taking on more staff he was able to be really hands-on with the kids and give me the chance to get on with my own career. He’s a truly amazing father, and Peter and Clara adore him in a way that warms my heart every time I look at my family.
Alex opens the picnic basket and pulls out wine, strawberries and…raspberry ripple cheesecake ice cream? I raise an eyebrow at him.
“It’s what we had at your Dad’s beach house, remember, the day you fell asleep in front of that terrible dinosaur movie.”
I can’t help but laugh at that. “Seriously, you still remember the movie we watched? It must have been terrible.”
Alex smiles warmly but his eyes are serious.
“I remember everything about that weekend. It was the most important of my life although if you had told me that while you were snoring in front of the fifth tyrannosaurus rex scene, I might have been surprised.”
I thought back to the rest of that evening, recalling how I had gone to Alex’s bedroom, determined that even if he felt he had to turn me down, I simply had to tell him how I felt about him. It was the best decision I have ever made.