Last week, I posted the first half of Chapter 1 and left you all wondering, with me, if there would be a wedding in the morning. Well, here’s what happens next. Enjoy, and as before, PLEASE POST YOUR COMMENTS right on my website blog below this post. Your support will make this SEQUEL stronger! Thanks for reading and posting.
John stirred, bringing me back to now. He snuffled a snore and I stifled a giggle. I felt silly, giddy like a schoolgirl. We’d done it! We’d tied the knot! And now here I was lying in bed beside this gorgeous man who truly, I hardly knew. It seemed surreal, something I’d have to get used to. In fact, there were lots of things I’d have to get used to in my new life, new in more ways than just being a married woman now. I had so much to learn, but especially about this man sleeping beside me. I studied his face, his high intelligent forehead. I tried to see the dimples I’d found so attractive when I first met him: they were buried under that beard he’d decided to grow last summer, the one I’d hoped he shave off because it prickled when he kissed me and it hid those dimples he hated but I loved. What else was hidden beneath that handsome exterior? Yes, I had so much to learn about this stranger in my bed.
So different now from yesterday: I’d started shaking almost uncontrollably with the first step up the aisle and my breath had come in short gulps. Frank tightened his grip on my hand and smiled reassuringly at me. Eighty pairs of eyes turned toward me but their faces were a blur. I was looking for only one face: John’s.
There he was, waiting near the altar with Dennis beside him, making sure, as he later joked, that John didn’t bolt. For years after, Dennis would recount how he and his wife were ready to tie John to a chair to make sure he didn’t run the night before. But John was there now and the only time I took my eyes off him as I made my way up the aisle was when I glanced at the front pew, looking for mama. There she was, her sad, nervous face trying to smile, trying to be the happy mother of the bride, worried like I was that my father might suddenly appear with a gun and blow us all away.
“Hi ya kiddo!”
John’s beautiful smile lit his handsome face as he called me by his favourite name for me and I slid my arm through his. My nerves evaporated with his greeting. It was truly happening. He hadn’t taken the next flight out of Canada after all! I knelt beside him, barely hearing anything the priest was saying, noticing instead the sneakers the altar boy was wearing under his robes and hoping my heels wouldn’t get caught in the hem of my dress when I finally stood up. My heels didn’t get caught but John’s big foot stepped on my train as we were about to leave the office after signing the register and tore it off the hooks holding it to my dress. Amid lots of nervous laughter, mainly mine, there was a frantic scramble and search for a safety pin. Father Mark didn’t keep safety pins in his office, but perhaps a paper clip would do the trick? Minutes later, Father was introducing Mr. and Mrs. Boland to the congregation and we walked happily down the aisle out into showers of confetti under the brilliant sunshine of a hot July day and the beginning of the rest of our lives together.
“What are you smiling about beautiful?”
John was awake. I’d been so lost in recollection I hadn’t even noticed he’d stopped snoring and was looking at me. I giggled. The tension of the past few weeks and yesterday suddenly released itself and I began laughing uncontrollably.
“I was just picturing us during that first dance,” I laughed. I’d never been so embarrassed! John and I had never before danced together. For that matter, we’d never dated either! Our wedding day was our first date, and that wedding dance … oh boy! What a disaster! His big size 11’s stepped on my shoes time and again. When I wanted to go one way, he went another. What a hilarious sight we must have been!
“Why on earth did you tell the DJ to pick a Strauss waltz for our wedding dance?” I asked him now. “Of all dances…!”
“Well, the waltz was the one dance we’d been taught at school,” he said, “…and I thought I knew how to waltz…”
I tried to stop laughing, but I couldn’t. “Oh my God, John! That dance was horrible! I couldn’t wait for it to end. You were flinging me around the room, stepping on my toes…! All I could see was my friends cracking up and my mother looking on in embarrassment, covering her mouth trying not to laugh with everyone else. It was so obvious we had never danced together before!”
John was laughing now too. “Well I guess we have lots to learn about each other don’t we?” He looked at me lovingly, then pulled me close to him. “And we have a whole life ahead to do it.”
Holding me tight, he winked mischievously and began kissing my neck. “Wanna fool around?”
Goosebumps erupted all over me, down my arms and legs. I started to protest but the more I protested, the more he muzzled that prickly beard into my neck and ears…and the worse that ignored urge to pee became.
“Stop! I can’t stand it!” I screamed. Stop!”
“Oh you love it!” He countered, blowing into my ear.
“No! Stop!” I screamed. “If you don’t, I’m gonna wet the bed!” I untangled myself from the sheets and ran for the toilet. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere!” I shouted.
“As if I would,” he called after me. “We’re putting the rest of today on hold. And take the phone off the hook. Mr. and Mrs. Boland are playing house today.”
©Viga Boland, 2014
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