“Good morning,” he says and kisses the top of my head.
“Good morning,” I say quietly, and watch him go outside. I let out a long breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. Tension is finally releasing from my shoulders, I’m so relieved he spoke to me.
I look at the clock that now says 8:33 a.m. and panic. Lily is going to be here in ninety minutes to pick me up to get my nails done and I need a shower. I contemplate going outside to see if Jameson wants to talk but I decide against it. He just woke up and is still working on his first cup of coffee. I think its best that I take my shower and give him time to settle in to the morning.
As I’m bent over shaving my legs I hear a knock on the door. “Can we temporarily forget about last night and enjoy our wedding and honeymoon?” I hear Jameson say over the rush of water pounding down at me.
“Babe, I’m sorry. I don’t know why on earth I chose to come out with that last night, of all nights,” I admit.
Jameson catches me off guard while I’m shaving my legs and slaps my wet ass. I yelp, not just from being caught off guard, but with pleasure. I turn around and he’s smiling. God, that puts my heart and mind at ease immediately. I turn around, hold his face in my wet hands and kiss him on the lips. “You better hurry up. Lily is on her way.”
Shit!
“Okay, I’m moving. I don’t want to have a cut up vagina on my wedding night. I need to trim that beauty nice and neat for ya, lover.” He laughs so loud I swear the neighbors might have heard him. I don’t care how loud he is, just the fact that he’s laughing puts the pieces of my almost broken heart back together.
Once I’m out of the shower I swear I look like a chicken on the loose. I am running at warp speed in ten different directions. I have an outfit for the rehearsal, shoes for the rehearsal, an outfit to wear in the morning while I get my hair and makeup done, shoes for the morning, outfit for the morning after the wedding. There is so much to remember. I don’t want to forget anything but Lily and I can’t be late for our nail appointment.
“Hil’, Lily’s here,” Jameson shouts. “If you think you forgot anything just call me and I’ll bring it on the way to the rehearsal.” I thank him, kiss him, and then tell him I’ll meet him at the church at five o’clock. He gives me a wink making me feel a little bit better about our awful topic of conversation last night.
I’m lucky that Lily found Maggie to do our nails because she is also doing our makeup for the wedding. I had my makeup consultation with her a couple of weeks ago and I loved it. The foundation didn’t feel heavy. I didn’t look like a whore working my corner. It was just right.
We spend almost two hours getting our nails looking French manicured to perfection. Maggie also had us stay a few extra minutes to make sure our nails were completely dry. She knew we had more running around to do after and didn’t want to take any risk they might smudge.
Next stop was the bakery.
Mallove’s bakery was more of a dessert bakery. I didn’t see as many breads and rolls, but that’s fine, that’ not what I’m here for today anyway. Lily and I rush to the large glass display of desserts and start drooling on the spot. The grey haired old gentleman behind the counter is already laughing at us over our ooooohhhs and aaaaahhhs. He introduces himself to us as the owner and asks us what we need help with. Lily immediately chimes in letting him know we’re looking for a variety for my rehearsal dinner tonight. He points out his favorites, grabs a box and we start choosing a variety of mini cakes, eclairs, and cookies.
We have about an hour to spare before we have to be at the church so we take our goodies and go back to Bevan and Lily’s condo where I will be spending the night. Bevan will be staying at our house with Jameson. I follow Lily up the stairs and into the spare bedroom where I will be sleeping. After we drop my bags off, she has me follow her in to her bedroom to show me where my dress has been safely hanging in front of her two closet doors perfectly fanned out on the floor, not a wrinkle in sight. With a big smile, I pull her in to a hug and thank her for keeping my dress safe. I’m so glad she doesn’t have pets otherwise I’d have been worried the whole time it was here.
We go our separate ways to get dressed and freshen up our faces for the rehearsal. As soon as I’m changed in to my blouse and pants I realize I can’t find my heels. I have four different bags with clothes in them, so I keep telling myself they have to be in one of them. But they’re not. I call Jameson to see if they are sitting by the door, so he can bring them with him. I call the house but there’s no answer. I call his cell phone and there’s no answer. I know he’s with Bevan, so I try him.