🔽 Amora 🔽
“Father,” I started, “when you’re not in the church, you’re at the school, and we’re ready.”
“Amora, shouldn’t you be waiting for your mother’s blessing, dear?” The worry was clear all over his face.
“My mother,” I stated firmly, “trusts my judgment. You should as well, Father.”
Ryan grabbed my hand, slid the
ring off my finger, and set it down with the marriage license and the gold band he had picked out for himself this morning on the table.
“Marry us, please, or we’ll have to go to the courthouse with or without the Church’s blessing. That is something her mom won’t like.”
Kelvin snorted behind us, and I looked back to see him and Emily trying to bite back smiles.
Glad they were enjoying this. Sweat broke out across my forehead.
Father Joseph sat there, and so did everyone at the table. They looked between Father and us, I looked between Father and Ryan, and Father looked between Ryan and Me.
I wasn’t sure whose move it was, but I didn’t think it was ours.
Father finally stood up, and slipping his hand inside his vest, he pulled out a pen and leaned down, signing the paper.
I dipped my head, a huge smile stretching my face. Ryan turned to me, cupping my face, and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on my lips.
“Are you ready?” he whispered.
I breathed him in through my nose, inhaling his rich scent, and started taking off my coat.
“Children will wait until after college,” I stated low enough for only us to hear. “Agreed?”
He nodded, his forehead rubbing against mine.
“Definitely. As long as we can have eight later.”
Kelvin cleared his throat, bringing our attention back to the people around us, while Ryan laughed under his breath.
I took a deep breath and swallowed.
Yeah, we were going to have to talk about that later.
Father brought us around to sign our parts under “Groom” and “Bride,” and then Kelvin and Emily came around to sign as witnesses, also having to print their names at the bottom with Father Joseph as the officiant.
“Everyone was quiet now!” Father shouted to the fifteen or so people in the cafeteria. They quieted down and turned to us, finally noticing what was going on behind them.
The cafeteria fell silent as the music was cut off, and Ryan turned to me, taking my hands in his as they hung down between us.
Father began the short service, but I barely heard him as I looked up at Ryan. His blue eyes that always held a bit of mischief.
His angular jaw and high cheekbones that looked even more amazing when they were wet from a pool or shower.
His broad shoulders that could encapsulate me with warmth.
But what I thought of most as Father bound us together was how little I was thinking about myself right now. Forever since I can remember, I’d thought about how much I hated my mother or missed my father.
I thought about the disappointment and the anger, the wrongs and the loneliness.
I dwelled on the past, not realizing that it kept me from moving forward.
Now it was gone.
It wasn’t forgotten, of course. It just didn’t matter anymore.
This was my future, and
as Ryan put the ring on my finger, I knew the best part of my past was right here with him.
I glanced at Emily, who watched with love in her eyes, and Kelvin.
Ryan smiled, grabbing me by the back of my neck and gently bringing my head into his chest.
“Finish, Father,” he ordered over my head.
“She needs to be kissed.
The laughter in his voice was intoxicating. And I definitely needed to be kissed.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
Ryan wasted no time.
Wrapping a quick arm around my waist, he hauled me off of my feet and kissed me hard, his lips shooting a lightning bolt of desire from my mouth straight down to my stomach.
I held his face in my hands, and turning my head to the side, I kissed him back with full force.
Keeping me locked to him, he turned us and walked us out of the small space.
“Thank you.” I grinned back at Father Joseph over Ryan’s shoulder.
Ryan called to the bartender over my shoulder.
“Do you have any music?”
“John Legend- All of Me”
Ryan scowled. “Is that it?”
“That’s all a man needs.” I heard the answer and started laughing in Ryan’s ear.
He sighed. “Something slow then.”
Lowering his hands, he cupped the bottom of my thighs and brought my legs up and around his waist.
Next thing I knew chairs started grinding against the floor, and when I looked around, everyone in the bar was pushing back the table sets to make a dance floor.
“All of You” started spilling softly out of the speakers, haunting at first as it drifted into our ears.
Ryan started swaying from one foot to the other, moving us from side to side. I put my forehead to his, listening to him whisper the words to the song and fighting back the burn in my eyes.
As the song built stronger and louder and we moved more, spinning slowly and every once in a while, I placed a kiss on his lips.
He is mine now.
🔼 Ryan 🔼
As soon as we left the school, Amora and I drove to Paris for our honeymoon night.
The ring was weird, but it was also powerful.
The ring reminded me that I was Amora’s. It reminded me that I was her protector, her lover, and her partner.
Eventually it occurred to me that the ring also meant I couldn’t come and go as I like, I couldn’t look at other women, and I was probably the only person in my high school graduating class that had a wife already, but I didn’t care much about what others thought now.
I was cool with this. It was right for us.
By the time we reached the elevator, Amora’s hands were doing things that technically weren’t allowed in public, and I was really f–k–g glad Kelvin and Emily had given us space.
Amora had her hand under my coat, kneading my lower back.
She was burying her nose in my chest as I walked with my arm around her.
Her eyes were looking up at me saying everything that was in her head but couldn’t leave her lips.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, I pushed her into the wall and leaned down into her face, her hot breath rushing against mine.
“Amora Jones,” I challenged, pushing hard against her body.
“What do you think you’re doing, huh?”
Her fingers started working the button of my shirt under my open jacket.
“I’m sorry,” she panted against my lips. “I’m just really ready for my husband right now.”
“And I’m not changing my name,” she said between kisses.
I felt the laugh in my throat that I thought would be a really bad idea to let loose right now.
It was my wedding night. I wanted to get laid, after all.
“Yes, you will,” I stated matter-of-faculty as I hugged her tight..
The elevator stopped, and I dropped her feet to the floor. Thank God no one was outside the doors, because we were flushed and breathless.
Dragging her by the arm, I dug the card key out of my coat pocket.
I slammed the door behind me door behind me as I dug my slow heels into the plush carpet, stalking her.
“Now. You are going to be Amora Jones, because you love me, you want to make me happy, and you want everyone to know that you’re mine.”
She had about enough time to drop her jaw and for anger to flare in her eyes before I was on her.
Truth was I was an easygoing guy For the most part. But my wife would have my name, or else.
It wasn’t about controlling her,
and it wasn’t about stealing her identity or whatever women liked these days. It was about unity.
We and our kids someday would have the same goddamn name, and that was it.
Hopefully she knew when some battles weren’t worth fighting.
And that’s when it hit me.
I pulled back and closed my eyes, running my hands through my hair.
“Shit,” I groaned. I forget protection stuff
I heard her sympathetic exhale that sounded almost like a laugh.
I looked up, scowling. This wasn’t funny.
“I’m sorry.” She waved away the angry expression on my face. “We’re fine, Ryan. I’ve been on birth control since last month.”
Her face drops , “But you are virgin”
“Yea.. . I am. i just took it to save unwanted pregnancy”,she shrugged.
Without hesitation, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her into the bedroom.
Then second Experiment of Reproduction began.
How was it huh ???
To be Continued