It had been six and a half months since I had given birth to my beautiful Annabelle.  I had been planning our wedding, on and off since the birth.  It was quite a lengthy process despite the fact that Christian and I had wanted something small.  Now that Annabelle was sleeping her nights, we were able to take advantage of having more energy to do things for ourselves, mainly, finalize the planning.

So here I was trying to finalize the wedding details seeing as the wedding was next weekend when I had yet to find my dress.  I had everything but the dress at this point.  I hadn’t been able to find ‘the one’ which is what women seem to call it these days; until today, that is.  After purchasing it, I had asked the owner to store it for me until next Friday.  When I walked into the house, I was mauled by Aiden.

“Mommy!  Mommy!  Guess what?”  He jumped around me with that charming smile of his.

“What is it little man?”  I asked him.

“Daddy told me that I’m his best man for the job.”  He exclaims.

“For what job, buddy?”  I asked him.

“I’m pulling Annabelle, in her wagon.”  He jumped again.  I couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s right.”  I tell him.  “So Daddy has given you your duties.  I’m glad to hear it.  Now come here and give me my hug.”  It didn’t take long before Aiden’s arms were wrapped around my neck.  That child had so much love to give, I felt honored to be able to receive even a tenth of what he had.  “I love you monster.”  I whisper in his ear.

“Love you too, Mommy!”  He cheers.

The week had flown by, the rehearsal dinner was done and over with.  We thanked Gloria and Phillip for having everyone over for dinner considering our yard was under construction for tomorrow’s festivities.  Judging by the lack of working men, I’d say they were nearing full completion.  It all felt surreal, to be honest but I looked forward to the days of the rest of my life being known as Mrs. Christian Masterson.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”  Christian asks me.

“Oh, just how much I love you.”  I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck as we stood in the back yard, watching the lights illuminating the ceiling of the thin white canopy tents.  The rest of the décor would be set up tomorrow, prior to the main event.  “This is gorgeous!”  I looked everywhere around me and then my gaze falls on the man I’m about to marry in about sixteen hours.  He was staring right at me.  I couldn’t help but smile at the large grin on his face.

“Just think, tomorrow night at this time, we’ll be dancing as Mr. and Mrs.”  He tells me and gives me shivers as his hands grab my face gently and he kisses me nice and slow so I felt every ounce of love pouring from his lips.  He pulled away and his eyes were darker, filled with lust.  Extending his arm, he escorted me into our home and to our bedroom.  He had gone to the washroom and I figured I’d take advantage, slipping into a white satin nighty.  I was bent over the bed, trying to grab the leftover decorative pillows to turn the bed down for us when I felt his arms come around me.  I straightened up and melted into his body, letting him take me away on an insatiable journey to please each and every one of my senses.  Oh, how I loved this feeling.

“I thought we spoke about waiting until tomorrow?”  I smiled as he nipped the soft spot below my ear.

“I couldn’t wait that long.”  He tells me and nips me again.  The feel of him on me rendered me helpless.  Instead, I did only what my instincts told me and that was to fully give into him a second time.  I might have revamped houses for a living, but this man has managed to revamp my heart.