Chapter 67: Chapter Sixty-Seven
Jason
When she took her first step into the tent, all eyes went to her. She looked stunning, eatable and beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I was a lucky motherfucker.
Her dress although not touching any part of her except for accentuating her breast looked amazing. The part I loved the most about it though, was the back. Not the backless part although the at was my favourite too. No the part I loved most of all was the dress itself where it was written. I wouldn't have noticed if it were not for my spying camera. And she knows it. I also love what she had her designer friend write on my shirt. Although I didn't notice it when I was fitting it a few days ago.
I felt myself getting hard when her eyes connected with mine even if briefly before her brother said something to her, breaking our connection. My eyes didn't waver though. I trained my eyes on her as she kept walking towards me. Her baby bump hidden from the eyes of the people surrounding her. I don't know how the dress is hiding her big bump though. Although it's sort of a princess dress the back with a long train is just hanging on to her back.
When Toby gave me her hand, the smile on his face was of a crazy person. I don't know what he'd been saying to her the whole time they were coming but I know one thing for sure, he was telling her to turn back. I'd punch him good if I didn't see him as a brother. But before he gave her hand to me, after his crazy eyes, he told me to take care of her. I love that she has a whole army behind her that is willing to fight for her.
I was not paying much to the priest's words. If it wasn't for my brother nudging me from behind, I wouldn't known that we are supposed to give each other rings. Olivia wasn't any better, her eyes were trained intently on me and I knew she was also not listening. Not until I gave her my vow. Words that I meant with everything in me.
I had a feeling that Joseph had some words with my mother. It could be the only reason she approached us and started acting nice towards Olivia. He's always been her baby after all. I still don't trust her, but I trust my brothers words, so maybe I will also give her a chance.
The reception is going well, but I could do with all these people gone. It was too bad some of them were business associates and some future investors, otherwise I would have already taken my wife and hauled us out of this tent. But I'm a business man, and I have a new venture that I want out.
With my wife on the other side of the room, my eyes kept following her every step without faltering. One of the men I was having a discussion with called me pussy whipped. I didn't correct him though because I was not just pussy whipped, I was Olivia whipped. I followed her with my eyes until couldn't take it anymore. She was sitting down and some ladies, including her mother and best friend were surrounding her laughing.
I stood at her side and took her hand in mine and kissed it. Everyone's eyes was one me and her now. I was really hoping she was tired so that I could take her upstairs. When she looked up at me and squeezed my hand, I knew my hopes were answered. I waited for her as she told everyone that it was time to rest. They all laughed actually, with choruses of 'hmm'. I knew they understood us then.
Desiree took a mic and spoke through it.
"Good evening everyone, our bride is going to turn in for the night. As you know that she is expecting and babies need their rest. The husband though, is apparently going to tuck her in." A round of snickers followed by laughs sounded around the room. "But I just wanted us to congratulate our lovely couple one last time." A big round of applause sounded in the whole room and Olivia and I made our way out of the tent.
I was surprised that a lot of people were still here even though it was closing in on eight. They knew though that the place was to be vacated by ten. And because our house was big enough, I had five rooms prepared for those who had to travel far and hadn't booked hotels. And that was besides family.
When we were close to the threshold of the house, I lifted Olivia up in my hands and knocked on the door. One of the maids came and opened the door, when she saw us, she opened both doors wide open and stood aside. I jumped over the threshold and my wife laughed. The maids were standing around the corner watching us.
"I thought you weren't much for tradition." She says after placing a kiss on my cheek.
"I'm not. But we had to give the maids something." I answered.
They had actually attended the wedding, although some of them had helped the wedding party just to make extra money. Thus they started to clean now so that tomorrow there would be less work to do. And I am going to pay them all extra because I know there will be much to do after today.
I do the same thing when we get to the door of the bedroom. She laughs again as she shakes her head.
"Hey, you never know, we might live up to a hundred years because of that tradition." I tell her as I put her down on the floor.
She scoots back to the bed and sits, lifting her dress to show me her legs and I wince. They are slightly swollen. I guess it's a good thing that after the first ceremony I came up to get her slippers. They have been getting swollen a lot these days. I am glad that she is close to giving birth. I can't take how much her body gets hurt so much.
I help her get the slippers off and massage her feet slightly, then because I want the dress off her, I stand her up and turn her around and pull at the bow at her back.
"I think I want a tattoo." She blurts and I freeze.
"Why?" I ask her.
"I don't know, but after I get my body back I'm getting one." She says, sounding so sure of herself as if I'm not going to stop her.
"Ok." I say and carry on taking her dress off.
As soon as it's down, I see the thing that was holding her dress up infront is some sort of plastic, although I don't know what it's called. I help her out of everything until she's left naked in front of me. I know she's tired from all the festivities of the day so I will let her sleep for today.