the window.
I bow my head. “You’re not supposed to see me in my dress.”
“What? Not ever?”
“Oh you know what I mean.” So many tears gush from my eyes at this point I fear dehydration on the spot.
“Get in the car, honey.”
“It’s not a car, it’s a four by four and I don’t want to go to our wedding right now.”
“You don’t have to marry me right now. I’m taking you home, silly.”
His words gnaw at heart. “I do want to marry you! I just don’t want to marry you in this dress… or at that place… or with all those idiots—”
Callum hops out of the vehicle and helps me into the passenger seat. He drives us both home and also helps me shift the dress I’m wearing in through the front door. Somehow I manage to find a decent way of sitting on the sofa while Callum makes us both some tea.
“Aaahhh,” he breaths out a sigh of relaxation as he sips his brew moments later. “That hits the spot nicely.” He sets his cuppa down onto the coffee table.
“So how was your stag do?” I glance up at my dapper groom after setting down my own cup of tea. He’s wearing the dark grey tuxedo we’d picked out for him. He looks absolutely amazing. He looks ready to marry and here I sit asking him about nonsense. “Sorry, I meant to say you look amazing.”
“So do you, babe. You look like a girl I could marry.”
“Funny.” I smile stupidly. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
“So why don’t we go back to the venue then?” Callum reaches into his jacket pocket and brings out his phone. “I’ll call ahead and make sure all the idiots leave. We’ll get married on our own, honey.”
He’d do that for me?
Scooting closer to my dear, darling man, I press his phone down into his lap. “One or two idiots will have to be there as witnesses. And someone has to get us to both say I do.”
“I think the new phrase is I will.” He kisses my wet cheek.
“Will you though? After I left you at the alter?”
Callum smiles. “I’d let you leave me at the alter one hundred times if it meant you’d eventually marry me just once in the end.”
“Oh, Cal.” I sink into his arms and we both become smothered in the folds of my dress. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I look so stupid in this dress. I don’t know why everyone treated me like crap yesterday.”
My fiancé sits up looking surprised. “You most certainly do not look stupid in that dress. You couldn’t look anything less than gorgeous in anything you wear. Not to mention how beautiful you are stark naked.”
Before I know what’s happening he leans in and bites my neck like a wannabe vampire.
“Oh stop it.” I giggle and let him continue his nibbling for a little while longer. “Okay, stop it soon.”
He pulls way eventually, but I can tell he’s a bit reluctant to do so. If it were up to me I’d rip off this blasted dress and give him a bit of nibbling in return for the rest of the day.
“I guess all the wedding preparations finally got to me.” I try to lower my head, but Callum tips my chin up with a finger. “I’m so sorry, Cal. I tried to take all of your mum’s aerobics classes. I tried to keep eating right. I’ve been absolutely manic about my body shape and now that today has finally arrived I don’t even like how my stupid body looks in this thing!”
I punch the puffy fabric of my dress with both fists. The soaked tissue flies out of my hand so I grab a clean one from the box on the coffee table.
“I love the way you look in your dress.” Callum brushes tears off my cheek, so I don’t even need to use any more tissue. “But if you don’t like it then why not take it off?”
“Why? So we can have a quickie?”
“What…? No… well…”
Dropping my tissue, I palm his cheeks. “I think you mean yes.”
“I think you might be right.”
***
It takes about fifteen minutes to get me out of my wedding gown and all of the control underwear pieces. This in no way lowers our raging libidos and loved up hearts. I want this man and I want him more than ever by the time we’re both fully naked and lying together on the sofa.
He