I heard a knock at the door. "Cara, can I come in?"
I was too caught up in my thoughts to notice the person, so they walked in. It was Eric. "Hey," I said quietly looking at myself in the mirror.
"Hey, I was just coming to wish you good luck and…. Wow Cara, you look amazing."
I blushed and walked over to him. "Thanks, I appreciate it, really. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to pull myself together." I laughed a little to cover up my embarrassment.
"Were you crying?" he asked me, looking concerned.
I reached up to wipe away any mascara. "Why, is my make up running?"
He shook his head. "No, you look perfect; it's just that your eyes are red."
I laughed. "I was just getting a little emotional. Trust me, its better I get it out now then embarrass myself later."
He didn't look amused. "If you don't want to do this, you don't have to. It's not too late."
I nodded. "I know what I want, I want to marry Blake. I love him." I whispered the last part, and I wasn't really sure why my voice went flat.
He comes a little closer, "Is that enough though? You love him sure, but is he worth devoting your whole life to?"
"Are you telling me that he's not good enough to marry? He's your friend!"
He shook his head. "Cara, you're worth more than you know. Is he worth your happiness?" he asked.
I looked into his deep brown eyes and wondered why he was talking about this to me. "He is my happiness. If I miss out on my only chance be happy, then that's it. I'll never have happiness. I don't expect you to understand. I think you should go."
I turned away from him, hugging myself to keep together. "Alright, do you want me to send anyone in before we start?" he asked.
I shook my head. "I'm ready."
The moment my hand was placed in Blake's I began to cry. I literally almost fell apart. Of course, Blake asked if I was alright, and I answered telling him I was so happy and I was.
"Do you, Blake Collins, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, as long as you both shall live?" the judge, who Blake knew from a friend, said to him.
He smiled down at me and said, "I do." All I could do was smile back and mouth to him 'I love you'.
"And do you Cara Swanson take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer as long as you both shall live?"
"If there is anyone who thinks these two should not be wed, please speak now or forever hold your peace," Everyone was quiet for a full moment and then the judge spoke again, "Since there are no objections, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."
We smiled at each other, before we took each other faces' in our hands to kiss each other as if we were the other's oxygen. I was so happy. This was a simple ceremony, with a few friends and a dress, but it was the best day of my life and I would remember it for the rest of my life.
We planned to have a small reception to follow after the ceremony. Vera, who played as my wedding planner, flawlessly set up a beautiful white tent, with white flowers everywhere. I don't even know how she could pull together something so perfect in such a short amount of time. We had a small buffet for our friends and even some dancing, even though I really didn't plan on dancing. Its tradition as Vera puts it.
At the moment Blake had his hands all over my back, kissing my face and neck. Normally I would have been shy about public displays of affection, but today was my wedding day. I'm sure everyone would understand.
Blake stopped abruptly and wiped the makeup from his face. "What's wrong?" I asked.
He straightened his uniform and said, "My parents are here, they're coming over." Suddenly I had a huge lump in my throat that I couldn't swallow. "Don't worry, they'll love you. I promise."
"My baby!" A woman my height with black hair came over to us and hugged Blake. "I can't believe you're married."
"Don't strangle the boy Lucinda," a large man with light brown hair, I assumed to be Blake's father, "he's not ours anymore. Got himself a wife now and I pretty one too."
I blushed. "Thank you. It's very nice to meet you. You must be Blake's father."
He shook my hand. "Yes, I'm James and this is my wife Lucinda."
Blake's mother dapped at her face. "I'm so sorry, I must have forgotten my manners," she came over to me and hugged me like I was family. It was strange. "I'm so happy to meet you. I would have liked to see you before the wedding, but its hard getting anywhere these days. We almost missed the ceremony, didn't we James?"
He nodded. "Our plane was an hour late; I thought we wouldn't make it."
It was so odd talking to them, like we were family who haven't seen each other I ages. Blake looks so much like his father, except for his hair. He has dark thick hair like his mother who looked like she might have been Hispanic.
Blake put an arm around my waist. "The important thing is that you made it," he said.
Lucinda smiled at me. "My goodness Blake, you didn't tell me she was so gorgeous." I blushed.
"I thought it be easier to see for yourself. She's beyond words."
I slapped him playfully. "Blake, your making me blush." He laughed at me and put his lips to my ear.
"I think your blush is sexy." I can think of something that will make you blush even more," he began to nibble on my earlobe and I started to squeal.
"Blake, your parents are looking." I laughed at ht sensation.
"Let them look." He said sexily in my ear.
I pushed on his chest. "What would they think?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Let them think what they want. We're married now." He closes the distance between us and my legs go weak. He laughed at me. "You okay there?"
I nodded slowly. "You made me weak in the knees."
"Really? How'd I do that?" he asked.
We went through all the tradition of a wedding. We had our first dance as husband and wife, then we stuffed wedding cake into each other's mouths, and he very slowly slide the garter down my thigh with his teeth. It was the most fun I'd ever had in my life and I really wasn't that big of a wedding. My dress was sent to me from Blake's mom the week before, he wore his uniform and we invited a few friends and his parents. It didn't seem like it be such a big deal but it was. It meant so much to me. To know that there were people celebrating me and Blake's love for each other.
So now as we stood outside of a newly made home just for us, I wondered what would happen next. I had absolutely no idea what to do. I knew what happened on a couple's wedding night, for some reason I had no idea how to go about the motion of initiating sex. Do we just go upstairs? Do we talk about it first? Or does it just happen? I really wanted to skip this awkward part of the night.
After a few minutes of fumbling with the door, Blake finally got it open. He turned to me waiting for me to speak. I didn't say a word. He swooped me up into his arms bridal style and carried me into the house. He turned on lights as we walked through the house. He carried me into the kitchen and set me down. "Well…this is it. I know its not much, but this was the best I could do in such a short amount of time. I plan to get us a bigger place this summer so we won't be here long."
I smiled at him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind and reached up to kiss the back of his neck . "It's perfect."
He laughed nervously. "I'm glad then. There's only one bathroom, you can get cleaned up first."
I laid my head down on his back. "You can join me if you want to."
He shook his head. "I have to make some calls first. You freshen up, and I'll be up in a few."
I nodded, wondering what I did wrong. I walked up the stairs into the bedroom that connected to the bathroom. On the bed there was a sheer nightgown and underwear laid out on the bed. I went into the bathroom and saw large fluffy white towels on the towel rack. In the shower there was soap, shampoo and conditioner.
I took a longer shower than I usually would. I did because I was crying. Wondering if he thought this was a mistake. Wondering if he thought I was a mistake. I couldn't bear the thought. He was so loving and wonderful during the wedding. He acted as if he really wanted this. Like he really wanted me.
I heard a knock on the door. "Cara, are you alright?" he asked.
"Yes! I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute."
I turned off the water and grabbed a towel. I wrapped it around me and walked out into the bedroom. He was laying on the bed with hands behind his head. I went to my nightgown when he said, "I don't think you'll be needing that."
I froze at his words. Did he mean what I think he means? "Oh, why not?"
A smirk begins to play on his lips. He gets off the bed and comes around to wrap his arms around me. "A have a plan or two that doesn't require any clothing."
I smile and blush at his words. "Really?"
He buries his nose in my damp hair. "Yes, really."
I nod and let my towel drop to the ground. He doesn't make any move except bring me closer so every part of me is touching him. "Oh god Cara, why me? Why did you choose me? I don't deserve you," he said.
I put my lips to his ear to whisper, "God chose you for me a long time ago."
The bright sun woke me up the next morning. I felt absolutely wonderful; last night went a million times better than I could ever hope for. I groped the sheets looking for Blake, but he wasn't there. I could hear the shower running in the next room. I smiled at the thought of him getting a shower. All those water droplets and suds running down his perfectly sculpted body. I sat up thinking about joining him, but the shower was turned off. I leaned back against the headboard and waited for him come back into the room. A minute later he walked in with a towel at the waist.
"How long have you been awake?" he asked.
"Just as you turned off the shower," I patted the spot next to me. "Come back to bed."
He smirked and threw the towel to the ground and climbed back into bed with me. "Did you sleep well?" he asked.
I kissed him hard on the mouth and moaned. "I wasn't really concerned about the sleeping part."
"Umm, me either. I just wanted to know." He said.
I nodded. "Yes, I slept very well. How 'bout you?"
"Hmm, well I woke up with a beautiful, naked goddess in my bed, so I would say I slept very well."
I lay my head on his chest. "Can every morning be like this? You and me in bed together, naked?" I laughed.
He nodded. "I'll sure try."