by J Haney
Many blessings to you, my sweet girl. I love you, forever.
Momma
Yup a mess, blubbering big ugly yet cathartic tears. I clutch the letter and look at her dress, hanging in wait for me. It’s bone and covered in a layer of delicate Irish lace; her veil is much the same, as much as I hemmed and hawed about not having an Irish or Italian wedding, it came to be anyhow. Our Mayday wedding is colored in Hunter green, and gold and the food is a good mix of everything, Irish, Italian, Southern American, and Southwestern American! I’m hungry just thinking about it. It’s not long before the women in the family all charge in, to pull me together. Cousins I didn't know I had from both sides as well as Rose and the wives of our friends from Kentucky. We kept Rory’s house like I wanted and spend every summer up there. It’s a nice break, and Finn gets to see old friends.
It’s almost time now, Antaine and Tiberio have appeared, since I couldn’t choose between them I didn’t, and both are walking me down the aisle. I slip on my green satin heels with gold glitter embellishments and taking them by the arms prepare to see what my loves have done to our home and property to make it wedding day perfect.
Rónán
I swallow hard. It won’t be long now. Antaine and Tiberio went to fetch her. My Wee Bird, my Onóra. I knew from the moment I met her my life would be forever changed and boy was I ever glad to be right. To think that just about this time two years ago we met and almost lost each other is absurd. But here we go, amongst family and friends we are about to say yes to forever, together. We built walkways and set up stages for today. Food stations and then the tables are under a twinkle light canopy for later tonight, because if anything the one thing Italian and Irish families have in common is that we have to be thrown out of a good party.
I’m standing in the middle of our friends who are all sitting in a circle surrounding our open flower alter The Priest is waitin’ far more patiently than I, that’s for sure.
“Ya got other gigs after this?” I whisper nervously.
“Shh, my son. Just a bit longer.” He whispers back, clearing his throat away from the mic that will let everyone hear us take our vows.
I bounce on the balls of my feet. I feel like a little kid. Nervous and excited. I may throw up. No, keep it together. I’m trying to stay cool in a three-piece suit, and it’s not working, I’m ready to pass out. I took extra insulin, so I’m good, just my nerves. Wagner’s march starts, and there she is…
I lick my lips to moisten them as they’ve gone dry at the vision before me. She’s stunning, her chestnut hair up in ringlets, under the sheer veil, her mother’s dress fitting in all the right places, after a few alterations to the bust, of course. Finding a seamstress that could handle the lace wasn’t easy, but we did. The bouquet of succulents is a beautiful touch as we are surrounded by trees and cactus. I can see her ruby lips tip up as she gets closer, and everything starts to get a little hazy. I mean she’s stunning, and nothing else seems to matter.
Onóra is passed to me, and I take her hands in mine. “Hi.” I whisper.
“Hey.”
“Ya ready for this?”
“I suppose it’s too late for Vegas?” She smirks as I lift the veil and she looks up at me with those molten amber eyes.
“A bit.”
“Carry on.” She takes my hand, and the priest begins. In English and Latin, we go through the prayers and then our vows. Love, honor, cherish, we dropped obey, as if that would happen on either side. We finish, and now it’s time for our first kiss as man and wife.
I pull her to me, tilting her head back, and lay it on her as if I may never get to again. The families hoot, holler, clap, and cheer. I lift her up, and she wraps her arms around me. Kissing me deeper, she pulls away letting her lips fall to my ear.
“Rónán Donnelly I love you, and I love us.” She whispers. “I just thought you should know one more thing.”
“What is it my Wee Bird?”
“You’ve gone and knocked me up, again.”
“That makes today even more perfect.” I kiss her again and let all the world fall away.
~The end~
About The authors
J. Haney was born and raised in Kentucky, currently residing in Greenup County, Kentucky with her family, where she is the proud momma to Jessalyn Kristine. Her work tends to lean toward real life, drawing her readers into a world they can get lost inside.
S.I. Hayes was born and bred in New England and is currently living in Ohio. When not writing Paranormal Drama or Erotic Romance, she can be found drawing one of many fabulous book covers or teasers.
Since Meeting in 2016, the pair have embarked on the journey of a thousand tales. They do hope to bring you more in the months to come, so keep your eyes open and a fresh pair of panties close by. You know, just in case.
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