Boxer Beast
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“We’re not staying for dinner,” River says, wrapping an arm around me. I lean into him, my head resting against his shoulder.
“Why not?” I ask him. But I already know. He smiles at me, his hand under my chin as he pulls my face up to him for yet another kiss. I smile back at him and we hide together under the massive height of this cake –
“I don’t know why you got something so big,” I say. We chose the flavors together, but he was insistent on having a cake that could feed maybe 300 people, although I could count the number of people here on both of our hands. There were more outside, though, taking pictures. I was ready to accept that, but that didn’t mean they were getting any cake.
River says nothing. He just winks at me. And I gasp, slapping him in pretend indignation as I know exactly what he means and exactly why we’re not going to be eating dinner.
He tells me just that, his hands moving towards me like he’s not guilty of anything. Because he isn’t. But we’re going to stay and enjoy our wedding a bit more, like we’d always joked we might when we were children. And now, as adults, it’s just as beautiful.
The foyer is decorated in white with flowers everywhere, and there are tables cast to the side so that there’s a room for people to dance. Dawn is the only child there – for now, at least, River and I are the only one with a baby. Maybe Sabrina will have a baby eventually, too, though, and then whenever she gets married, it won’t be so lonely. I laugh thinking about it and turn to River, whose eyes have gotten serious looking at me.
I didn’t even notice that my hand had slipped to my belly.
“I’m not pregnant,” I reassure him. Surprisingly. We sleep together a lot.
“A shame,” he says, leaning closer to me and pulling me up so that his arms are under my thighs like he’s carrying me away to be loved on the beach. He bites me on the neck, growling against my skin as I giggle, batting at him so others won’t notice until he pulls my arms up too and I’m completely around him.
“We’re supposed to stay at our wedding,” I say, wondering if he really wants to go right now. Because I do. We’d already booked the hotel room before our wedding. We just have to get there and…
I bite my lip thinking about it, but say nothing more.
“Traditionally, the bride and groom go off to celebrate their marriage by making another baby,” he says, heading towards the door and tugging at my white dress as he talks, not caring if anyone sees us. “And based off how little you let me see you before today, I’d say you’re really into tradition.”
I am.
We both are.
Time can only agree with us.
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