Carl： Caveman Instinct series 2.5(35)

I was huge and didn’t even bother to attempt to hide it with a special wedding gown. The beach below where we lived was where our wedding would take place and the reception would be up at the house in a huge white tent.

“You look gorgeous Annabelle.” It had taken some convincing, but Brent was walking me down the aisle. Carl was convinced Brent would take me away when he saw how beautiful I was. It didn’t matter how many times both Brent and I told him he was gay and I didn’t have the right equipment for him, Carl thought I would turn on him. I will admit Brent and I had a good laugh about it.

“Thanks. I’m ready.” Linking my arm through his he helped me down the stairs.

My heart soared as I saw the beach. Everything looked beyond amazing. The beach had a long white carpet for me to walk on that came to an end at an arch covered in blue orchids. Guests stood on either side of the carpet. Even the security guards overrunning the beach wore suits to blend in.

Taking in a deep breath of the sea breeze, I clutched my big bouquet of rainbow roses with orchids and baby’s breath and I slowly waddled down the aisle to Carl. The beaming smile he sent my way, popped his dimples and had me sighing with happiness. I was about to marry the man I loved. The man who kidnapped me and made me fall head over heels for him.







Carl

I couldn’t believe that I, the non-believer in the curse, now thought it was a gift. I sat next to my beautiful wife at our wedding reception, more grateful to the gypsies’ gift than ever before. I didn’t ever think I could love someone as much as I loved Annabelle and every day we learned more about each other and my love for her grew.

“I hate her.”

“What! Who?” I looked around at our guests, wondering who on earth Annabelle could be talking about.

Annabelle lifted her head and nudged it over to the side and growled, “Bailey.”

Shocked at what my usually sweet wife was saying, I gazed over at Bailey. She was a lovely girl, and had the sweet gentle temperament like Annabelle. She leaned against my nephew and instead of looking at the people who were talking in front of them, she gazed up at Richard dreamily. Richard had one arm hooked around her waist and a hand resting on her nicely round tummy rubbing it lovingly. Bailey was two weeks behind Annabelle in her pregnancy.

Turning back to my wife I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her. “Honey, you want to tell me what’s up? Why would you say that about Bailey?”

Easing out of my embrace she sat back into the chair. It was a special chair just for her. Bigger, with a lot of padding. She tried to cross her arms over her chest, but it didn’t really work. Her belly was huge and her breasts, well, let’s just say I was a happy man. If I had to die tonight and got to choose how, it would be between those two ginormous beauties.

“Argh.” She threw her hands up. “This is why.” She pointed to her stomach where our babies grew.

I didn’t get it. “You hate Bailey because of our babies?”

“Grr, no. I hate her because she never got sick like I did, and she looks friggin’ amazing.”

Okay, I had learned that pregnant women were crazy. They thought crazy thoughts and didn’t listen to reason. I did try though. “Honey you look beau—”

“Don’t even finish that. I don’t. I look like a beached whale. Lucky we had the wedding so close to the beach. You can roll me in when you’re done.”

I tried not to laugh. I knew I’d be crucified if I let it out, but I couldn’t help it, my body shook and the chuckles slipped out. The death stare I received from Annabelle would have had many shrinking in terror and running to hide. I even thought about it for a moment as my laughter came to an instant stop. I needed to tread carefully now, otherwise I wouldn’t be sleeping with my wife in a romantically decorated room on my wedding night.

“Annabelle, you don’t hate Bailey. She’s only having one baby. You, my amazing wife are carrying two and doing a fantastic job.”

She sniffled and nodded. “I am aren’t I?”

Oh thank God, I’d said the right thing. “Yes honey, you are doing a wonderful job. Our babies are growing perfectly.”

She beamed at me and right then I didn’t care how crazy we both were. “I love you Carl Silverman. Thanks for kidnapping me”

Smiling I stood out of my chair and helped my wife up. I carefully leaned down and picked her up, cradling her in my arms. Slowly I turned towards our house and made my way to our bedroom. I was done with the reception. I was ready to enjoy my life with my wife. “I love you too, Annabelle Silverman.”





Valentine short.