Iris had proven to be somewhat of a gem of a mother-in-law and had made Micah and I swear to get married as soon as the sedatives had worn off some time after I had started haemorrhaging and the doctors had anxiously realised that the 'twins' were in fact Fallopian pregnancies and had raptured, consequentially I lost my Fallopian tubes and was told that the chances of me ever having children again were extremely slim. I was hurt but shocked speechless when Iris had made Micah and I vow to get married as soon as possible.
After that, she had waited until I was strong enough to leave hospital before she had told me that it was an old family tradition for the bride and groom not to communicate or see one another for a month before the wedding. She had also pointed out that she wanted us to get married in a blue-tin roofed, grey tiled, ebony paned manor that she had sat literally three feet from the edge of a cliff and surrounded by a stunning expanse of silky smooth, lush green grass. The only real problems were electricity and water and she had managed to invest in solar power and water was in abundance thanks to the rain so she wanted us to be wed there. I was overwhelmed but smiled away my fears and was hoping that Raven could act like some sort of a messenger binding me to Micah because I craved him like a druggie would crave a special drug but Raven decided he wanted to stick with his father and so I was forced to hold my breath and push down the fiery sexual tension that was almost daily threatening to burn me from the inside out; at least I had a reasonable excuse and explanation for why my pants may end up burning white hot as I walked down the aisle.
I glanced over at Iris; she lay sprawled and swathed in a cotton-like expanse of baby blue duvets and bed sheets, her raven black hair a messy ink splatter. She snored adorably; a small, barely audible 'fisss' sound whenever she breathed out and I was surprised that she was managing to sleep on the eve of the wedding because she had been so worked up earlier on. She had almost hyperventilated earlier on when I had screamed like a banshee upon waking up and seeing a big black scorpion the size of two of my hands by the bed and my screams had made everyone-including Micah-come flying into the room. She had made me flung the smothering blanket that reeked of lavenders over my head as Micah marched over to it and literally turned it into a flattened, ugly pancake with a heavy slipper before sweeping it away and using a shower head to send it down the drain.
I shakily took my phone out, heart in my mouth and eyes frantically darting to Iris and back out of fear that she would somehow wake up and catch me skyping Micah. I told myself that it was reasonable and I would go crazy otherwise because I had not seen him in what felt like a hundred years and my head was still ugly and shorn; there was only so much I could do with the eccentrically patterned bandanas that I wrapped around my head during the day and maybe my near baldness would turn Micah away. My mouth was thumping against the roof of my mouth when I dialled his number and felt my soul explode.
He answered almost immediately and momentarily, I heard crackles and rustles before the screen flickered and Micah appeared.
My heart slipped a beat and a crazy smile shot onto my face.
He was as beautiful as always; if not even more beautiful than he ought to be, his hair was a gorgeous silky mullet with a slight fringe and he was wearing a black turtleneck and looking slightly, adorably sleepy. Raven was asleep; his head on Micah's chest with a grey and blue patchwork quilt wrapped around him like a cocoon and my heart blew up with passion.
"Hi!" I croaked.
Micah scowled at the screen. "I can't see you...."
"Yeah, well I can see you and that's enough."
He rolled his eyes and snorted, "don't blame me if your phone explodes and the sound wakes mum up ok? Where is she anyway?"
I glanced at the sweetly dozing Iris, "in LaLa Land with the fairies."
