Wedding Day

She was standing there, looking resplendent and full of goodness in her wedding dress. He'd been looking at this beautiful person all day, from the moment she appeared up the aisle about to walk to him, until this moment. They had stolen some time partway through their reception. Their photographer had turned his back for a moment to grab another camera and Gareth had taken the opportunity to take her hand and they made a run for it.

They were standing outside in the chill air while everyone else was still inside the enclosed tent structure having a good time. They could hear the music and see their guests talking, eating and some dancing. "Your friend, Everton, he really went out of his way," she said as she looked back at the reception area they could see through to. The tent was decorated in an almost reminiscent Lord of the Rings Rivendell theme.

"He wanted to make you happy. It was all about you, you know," he joked. "His wife told him to make you happy or else you'd put me out and I'd start showing up at their house more often."

They both laughed for a moment and then she looked deeply into his eyes and realized, "Hey, we got married."

"We got married," he said almost solemnly as he pulled her close to him. "You're my wife now," he whispered. The two shared a deep kiss and for the first time she wasn't afraid of how deep it went or where his hands happened to stray.

As soon as they came up for air, they were both giddy with laughter. "I can't wait for our honeymoon!" she said. "I've always wanted to go to the Caribbean."

"I can't wait for our honeymoon either," he joked suggestively.

She smacked at his backside and then laughed, her grin wide. "It was really nice of your new job to give you the time off."

"It was," he agreed. "And then after our honeymoon, I get to come home to a schoolgirl every night."

She blushed. "I'm going back to college, I won't be a--"

"Oh, yes you will be a schoolgirl!"

"But your mom's going to have a fit. She keeps talking about us making grandchildren," said Shona. "How are we going to tell her we've decided to wait at least two years?"

"Mom will live. She's already got two grandkids…and from the looks of my brother's wife I think they're about to have lucky number 3."

"Why do you say that?" she asked, eyes wide with shock.

"Her face and feet swell up every time she gets pregnant. And I'm seeing that again tonight. They just haven't said anything yet."

"Oh man! They just had a baby!" said Shona.

"Well one thing about my brother, he doesn't waste anytime. He said he wanted four kids and he's going to have those four kids."

She shivered in the chill of the evening. "I'm getting cold," she said. He put his arms around her and hugged her close to him again. "How are your legs not cold in that kilt?" she asked.

He shrugged, "I don't know. I'm okay."

She groaned. "Oh man, my feet are always cold. So try not to get mad at me if I touch you with them in bed by accident."

He leaned in close to her, "I'll be keeping you warm from now on, you know," he said as his eyes stared into hers. "Every part of you."

She smiled up at him. "Is that all you think about?"

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see. But I think tonight is going to be a good night," he predicted.

"Hmm," she said with a smile, "I'm sure it will be."

They kissed one more time before going in to their guests to cut the cake.

The End