*Cameron is about to get a little more unrealistic*
"A gift." The annoying red head hands me a manila envelope just I finish tying my mint tie which matches her dress that's brushes the floor.
"A gift?" I take it from her hands and she grins. "That's a suspicious look."
"I'm going to leave you alone with your gift." She spins away, her secret grin scaring me.
I tip the envelope and a photo slips out.
Holy shit.
My soon to be wife in my bed, in nothing but one of my white dress shirts has me falling into the chair next to me and loosening the tie I just put on.
This is the most skin I've seen on her, or anyone for that matter, and my body starts to roar approval.
I quickly set the photo down before grabbing it and looking at it again.
I groan leaves the back of my throat and my eyes close.
I can almost imagine the warmth of her skin on my hands.
"Close your eyes." A voice calls and I grin.
"They're closed." I call in return and I hear the door open.
"You look so hot." I hear Amelia's voice and I chuckle, lifting the picture in my hands. "Not as hot as you."
"Did you like it?" She suddenly whispers in my ear, a shiver runs through me.
"You have no idea."
She smiles against my ear. "Good. If I have to compete with the other woman you've been with I'd like a good start."
My eyes open automatically as a frown covers my face.
"Cameron!" She screams, trying to shield her body, hide her gown.
She really does look like an angel this time.
It's a sleeveless chiffon gown with a lace 'halter', as Amelia called it, top.
"You look like a dream come true."
"Cameron! You weren't supposed to look!" She crosses her arms, pouting. "We're gonna have bad luck now." Her voice is whiney and I roll my eyes.
"Amelia, I've been chasing you for almost ten years." I quirk a brow at her. "I can handle some bad luck. But I needed to see your face to see if you were serious."
"About what?"
"Competing." I clarify, there is no competing.
"Well not for your love but..." She pauses.
"But what?"
"I don't know what I'm doing in the honeymoon area...?" She winces, flushing, and if I weren't so shocked I would laugh.
"Wait you've never?" Sex is something we've both decided not to talk about, but I've always assumed she and Ryan...
"No." She mutters, looking down. "Is that a problem?"
"Amelia," I don't even know what to say. Pride surges through me. "You and Ryan never..?"
She shakes her head, still looking down.
"You know I haven't either right?"
Her head snaps up and for a moment only shows pure shock shows before she glares.
"You don't have to mock."
"I'm not mocking!"
She starts to stomp away the same way Zoey does when she doesn't get what she wants and I grab her arm.
"Amelia."
"This is a serious thing for me Cameron," She says looking up and I see her eyes full of hurt. "I've always wanted to give my first time to my husband and you're mocking me."
"My father raised me to only give that part of yourself to someone you love, I have only loved you."
She studies me before grabbing my hand and bringing it to her lips. "I love you. I am yours as long as you are mine."
"I have always been yours." I take my hand from hers, and tilt her chin to look at me. "I will always be yours." I tell her before leaning down to kiss her deeply.
"I'll see you in a few minutes." She mutters, pulling away.
"I don't want to let you go." I frown, tightening my grip on her chin.
"You have to if you want to marry me." She grins up at me.
"Hmm." I pretend to think about it for a second, before pecking her lips. "I guess. I'll see you in ten."
Moments after she disappears, Isaiah walks in.
"Ready?" He asks and I notice Xander behind him holding Ryder.
I nod, tightening my tie.
The next few minutes fly by in a blur and before I know it I'm straightening up as the wedding march starts to play.
An angel, my angel, slowly walks down the aisle helping her father as he slowly hobbles with a cane.
Her brother, Jonathan, walks behind while pushing a wheelchair.
He winks at his wife who stands across the gazebo behind Meghan.
A gentle May breeze blows through park, stirring up the rose petals Zoey threw down.
Amelia and he father stop in front of the gazebo and I walk down the three steps.
"Mr. Evans." I shake my father-in-law's hand.
"Cameron, I'm putting her in your care now."
"I will take care of her." I promise him, smiling at Amelia as I take her hand. Squeezing it tightly and making my way up the stairs.
The pastor Amelia and I chose greets the guests of our small, intimate wedding.
He opens in prayer before reading a poem on marriage. "It is not only marrying the right partner, it is being the right partner."
Amelia squeezes my hand and I can't help but bring it to my lips for a chaste kiss.
Our vows are short, simple.
"I, Cameron James, take you Amelia Evans" I smile at her when she bites her lip. "To be my lawfully wedded wife. I take you with all of your faults and with all of your strengths, as I offer myself with all my faults and all my strengths. Before these witnesses I pledge to share my life openly with you, to speak the truth to you in love. I promise to show up every day and try. I promise to honor and care for you, to cherish and encourage your own fulfillment as an individual through all the changes in our lives. I choose you as the person with whom I will spend the rest of my life."
The platinum band on my left hand is a weight, not a bad one, one that ties me to reality. The engraving 'I choose you every everyday' brands my skin and I grin at my wife as I slip both her engagement ring and wedding band onto her finger.
"By the power invested in me by the states of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." He winks at me and the loud cheering around us is drowned out the second my lips touch my wife's.
"Your mine." I whisper, close enough that our lips brush a few times before I kiss her soundly again.
"Always."
"It's a beautiful poem." Her fingers trace the outline of the album. "It was a beautiful wedding too."
"There's a video of it somewhere," I tell her. "In the attic I think, I'll look for it tomorrow."
"Oh," She gasps, her eyes landing on a picture of us outside the small bungalow we stayed in for our honeymoon. "Wow."
"It's gorgeous!"
"Just like you." I tiredly nuzzle my nose into her neck as I stand behind her.
She leans her head into me, sighing.
Why did we decide to fly out immediately after our wedding?
"Let's get you to bed." I mumble into her ear before scooping her up bridal style.
Her smile marks my shoulder as her arms wrap around neck.
I carry her to the small bathroom and we both quickly brush our teeth. She walks over to the large bed that takes most of the room and sits down looking around.
"Let me." I smile at her, reaching behind to her back and unzipping the white sundress.
The straps start to fall from her shoulder and when she stands, it falls to her feet.
I gulp as I take in her all white lingerie set.
Her face is completely flushed, and she bites her lip.
I groan rips through me when she reaches up to starts the unbutton my black dress shirt.
"Amelia." My hands rest on her bare waist as she continues to undo the buttons before moving to the belt of my jeans. "Not tonight." I've never wanted anything more than I want her now, but I can't. We're both too tired and it's not how I want our first time to be. I pull her forward against me so she can tell just how badly I want to. "I want to." I grab her by the back of the neck, kissing her harshly. "You know I do."
"Then why aren't we?" She questions, rolling her hardly covered hips against my denim-clad ones and I moan falls from me.
"Fuck me."
She suddenly yawns and I'm pulled to reality.
"Not tonight."
Suddenly she pulls away quickly as if my belt buckle burnt her.
"Hey, wait," I reach for her but she moves too quickly.
"It's fine." She grumbles, crawling into the bed. "
"No, listen," I set in the bed next to her and grab her face.
"We are both exhausted, if we do this now, we'll fall asleep immediately and I want to hold after, I want to take care of you after, I want to temper every second not simply remember I was exhausted."
She smiles softly. "Have I told you recently that you are the love of my life?"
"I think it's been over ten minutes so no." I laugh, standing to finish undressing.
"In the morning I will love you until you can't move." I laugh as she ogles the bulge in my boxers. "Is you can see," I motion to my hard-on, "I can't wait."
Her face is almost purple from embarrassment as I crawl into the bed. "But let me hold you for now."
"Okay."
The next morning I'm up with the sunrise, just holding her until she starts to stir.
"Amelia." I mumble, into her ear before my lips move to her neck. "Baby."
"Good morning." She whispers as I move over top of her.
My lips move downward to the valley of her breasts and my name falling from her lips encourages me lower and lower until she's writhing under me, my name being repeated over and over.
"Are you ready?" I ask her, a few minutes later, kissing my way back up her body.
"Mhm." She moans, re-threading her fingers through my hair, trying a catch her breath.
"Please." She begs and I claim every part of her.
***
Poem ~ "The Art Of Marriage" by Wilfred A. Peterson.
Does Cameron sound like a woman or a sweet man who has a great respect for women?
My hiatus is coming up soon... :(