by Moore, Jewel
But Stephano had invited Nathan out for beers and they seemed to have talked man to man and come to an understanding. Then he’d pulled the coup de grace, arranging for them to have an afternoon of boys’ fun in his car at Silverstone Circuit. It had been shameless bribery, Natalie knew, but she loved Stephano for going out of his way to defuse her brother’s antagonism. It would have been tough if both of her close male relatives treated Stephano like he had committed a crime; her father was still barely civil to him. Her mother had taken one look at Stephano when Natalie had brought him round for a formal introduction and winked at her daughter in understanding. Later, when Natalie had been helping her bring the platters of food to the dining room she had whispered, “Oh! My! God! He’s so hot!” She’d told Natalie not to worry about her father, it might take years, she’d said, but he would eventually come around.
Her father had grudgingly admitted, though, that he’d been impressed with Stephano’s confidence when he had formally asked permission to marry her later that evening. Her father had been as friendly as a rabid Rottweiler, his words, when Stephano had requested a word in private, but Stephano had not let that fact faze him. He’d made his request and promised to try his best to make her happy.
Stephano’s parents had been welcoming, as he’d promised her, although his father hadn’t said very much. In many ways his father reminded her of her own with his quiet ways and his love of reading the newspaper and watching sport. The meeting of their mothers to plan the wedding had gone well, with only a few heated disagreements over details, which they had eventually managed to sort out between themselves.
Natalie’s and Stephano’s colleagues took the news of their relationship well, though Morgan teased, “So he’s the big spender. Now I know what the two of you got up to when you,” he curled his elegant fingers into quotation marks “worked late.”
“We worked, Morgan,” she insisted, blushing as she remembered the memorable occasion when they hadn’t.
“You mean you worked it.”
“Do I have to get Stephano over here?” she threatened.
“Yes, get your big, bad man to come over here to beat up little, skinny me just because I’m telling the truth!” he flounced off pretending to be offended, but he was chuckling.
He and their other colleagues all attended the reception after the registry wedding Natalie wanted. With few close girlfriends she had never envisioned a large wedding and Stephano had been happy to have a simple, elegant wedding, and a lavish reception afterwards.
Natalie’s strapless, silk organza and satin hand-embroidered, sweetheart wedding gown echoed that understated elegance. Stephano looked magnificent as always in a crisp white shirt and dark charcoal suit which emphasized his broad shoulders. He didn’t used styling gel as he did for the office and a mischievous curl fell across his forehead, adding to his roguish appeal.
They drew curious stares wherever they went on their honeymoon in Dubai, but Natalie had already become accustomed to being the object of scrutiny. Stephano wasn’t overly demonstrative in public—he held her hand when they walked, opened doors for her and carried the heavier bags when they went shopping—but his affection was plain to see.
He looked forward to the birth of their child with an eagerness that was infectious, although he insisted on calling the baby “her”. Natalie was convinced that she was having a boy—sometimes in daydreams she saw a clear image of a boy with curly hair and a cheeky smile that was the mirror of Stephano’s. Time would prove one of them right, but whatever sex the baby was, she knew that it would be cherished by both of them.
She still pinched herself sometimes to see if she was dreaming. She had been incredibly lucky to get the job with the agency and to meet Stephano. He had since admitted to feeling the same strong attraction she had felt from the start. It still amazed her that it had taken something as innocent as an injured wrist to unleashed their undeniable passion for each other.
Stephano had become the best friend she’d longed for all her life. She held nothing back from him, letting him inside to the last of the dark, deep places she’d kept from everyone else. She felt physically and mentally stronger than she’d ever felt in her life. There were even days she thanked Michael for the hard lessons he’d taught her, so that now she could feel the new joy life had brought her more joyously, in contrast.
Finally she had come to a place of acceptance of herself and her right to be loved unconditionally and exclusively.
The End
The story is also available in an erotic romance version titled After the Storm (see below) for readers who prefer steamier romance.
I’d like to thank you for reading Natalie’s and Stephano’s story. I do hope you enjoyed it and will tell others about it.
All reviews and feedback appreciated.
Love,
Jewel
