Donnie holds out his arm to Verity, but she just looks at him, rolls her eyes and walks away alone. This causes a few laughs.
Our pictures are chaotic, because no one stands where they should. Eventually the photographer just has the bridesmaids together with us, then the groomsmen.
Then it’s just Suzy and me. My favorite pose is of her back to the camera, I am surprised that the entire back is my family’s plaid, while she coyly looks over her right shoulder at me her bouquet pointing down in her right hand. I am leaning on the gazebo with my leg bent at the knee and propped up on the wall, just staring at her.
A thousand copies of this picture won’t be enough. Even though it is ingrained in my memory, but I want to see it everywhere. When we finally have a moment alone together, I am able to talk to her.
“Anamchara, you look so fucking beautiful today.” I say as I nuzzle her neck.
“Just today?” She asks, arching an eyebrow.
“Of course not. You look beautiful every damn day. You have a different glow about you today.
“You look so rugged and handsome. I assume you have gone commando today?”
“Of course. It’s only proper.” I say, laughing.
“How did you get this dress made so quickly?” I ask, running my fingers over the plaid.
“Verity made it. We got a dress off the rack at a bridal store in Dallas and she got the plaid from your aunt. She got it from your father’s clansmen in Galway.”
“Verity made this?” I am in awe.
“She did. She hasn’t slept in days between this dress and little Victoria. I hope Donnie gives her the night off.” She says, smiling.
“I thought she wanted to be a doctor?” I ask, but I am more thinking to myself.
“I think you wanted her to be a doctor, Husband. She wants to make wedding dresses.” Huh, I had no idea. If this dress is any indication of what she can do, she’ll do a great job. “Do you think I pushed her into being a doctor?”
“I honestly don’t know. Don’t give her a hard time when she talks to you about this. I don’t want her to know I talked to you about this. She is a
good person, I am honored to be able to call her my sister.”
“I won’t, don’t worry.” I just wonder why she hasn’t already talked to me about this. I just want her to be happy.
Kissing her again, I thank God she said yes. Yes, to every damn thing I’ve asked her. As I look up in the sky behind her, I notice the double rainbow. This particular rainbow is a sign of material good luck as well as spiritual well-being. Nothing could be more perfect on our wedding day.
“Hey Viv. Can you get one more shot for us? With the sky in the background.” I ask the photographer.
“Sure thing, Mr. King.”
I lean back down and kiss her. This shot is going to be priceless.
We enter the reception and immediately have our first dance. She chose Ed Sheeran’s Perfect. She is always singing that song under her breath, I should have known she would pick this one. Keeping her close, we sway to the music. Dancing is not my forte. God, my wife is beautiful. She dances next with her father. Dancing with Verity reminds me that I should be dancing with my mother. Fucking drunk driver. It pisses me the fuck off that our parents have missed every damn thing in our lives for the past twelve years.
The chicken was dry, but I’d never tell her that. The cake on the other hand is another masterpiece made by Tiff. It’s a three-tiered monstrosity. Vanilla with buttercream frosting, decorated with butterflies and flowers. Cutting the cake was fun. She looks so adorable with the green icing smeared on her face. I want to lick it off of her.
The reception is over too quickly, since we have a plane to catch at five o'clock. We have a ten-hour flight to Ireland. Our honeymoon will be spent going back to my homeland. I took care of all of the arrangements, once I was sure she had a passport. Seven days at Clontarf Castle in Dublin.
Once we are alone, I can’t help wanting to be inside my wife. Mo bhean chéile. Once again, I thank God that she is mine. I have high hopes that I can make her happy and our lives as close to perfect as possible. The only thing that could possibly make this day better and our lives perfect is if we were already pregnant. The only thing I want to do is fill her so full of cum she has no choice but to carry our child. The thought brings a smile to my face and causes my heart to swell. I can’t wait to see what the next sixty years brings us.
Epilogue One
Six years later
Suzy
“Baby, it’s time get the bags.” I half scream, half groan as another contraction hits me.