A/N: Here we are! The first one of the one shots. It's set during Head Above Water so if you haven't read that, you might wanna hop on over. Suggestion credit goes to HighffelFlower (Or Marci if you're me lol) I'll be picking number two shortly so keep suggesting. :)
As always, I own nothing Power Rangers. Well, rights wise. I have a HUGE merch collection.
Enjoy!
Head Above Water – One Shot
Kimberly
The wind was beginning to pick up as dark clouds rolled in over head, the inky blue color streaking across the white clouds like water color on a canvas. They were heavy with rain, threatening to fall any moment now. A roll of thunder boomed off into the distance and the air was rising in temperature at a steady rate. A storm was coming, one that had the capability to be a whollap of one. Not that it was anything out of the ordinary for California to get thunderstorms during the autumn. It happened quite frequently, really. Especially when the warm air from the ocean came in and met with the cooler air from the north. Some of the most brilliant and devastating storms that have happened came during those period. Coming with winds strong enough to knock over trees and enough rain to flood entire towns. This storm wasn't going to be that powerful though. You could feel the electricity building in the air but it wasn't meant to be a life changing or alternating storm. Rather, it was just a little blip on a radar map somewhere. Meteorologists were problem warning people of lightening but reassuring their viewers it would be a storm that would blow out just as quickly as it blew in.
From my perch on the balcony, I could see lightning strike the surface of the water out at sea. It was bright enough to light up the whole sky as dust faded into the evening hours. Leaning forward, I rests my hands on the metal railing in front of me. I could hear the rolling thunder mixing with the hushed sounds of the waves crashing on the sandy beach below. Vacationers had left the shore now, choosing to go as the sky was first starting to get dark. I could see boats rocking in the marina on the right side of the bay, their tied sails tucked in to ensure they wouldn't be going anywhere. Lights were beginning to turn on at the hotel that was next to mine, the floors illuminating as each room became fall. On the way here, I had noticed the sign out front had said no vacancy, meaning each window of the build might be lit up if I stood out here long enough. Our hotel, the Ramada of Beverly Hills, was also filled for the night, not a vacant room to be had. And I could tell that was true by the amount of people that had been present in the bar area where I had just left. A spark of anger filled my chest and I shook my head, trying to shake the feeling. I had no right to be angry. I knew this. I had repeated it seventy times on way here from the bottom floor over the course of the elevator ride. But, I couldn't help it. I was pissed.
Cause someone had stood me up.
When you tell someone to meet you somewhere, it's a general rule of thumb that you stick with the plan. And if not, you let the person know. You don't let them sit around in a bar of a hotel, searching the room every few minutes in hopes of seeing you sweep in the room. That they might spot your long brown hair, kept up in it's ponytail, somewhere in the doorway. So that they don't have to put up with sleazy guys trying to hit on them while you are running late. Or in my case, not showing up at all. I never thought a phone call or text message could be so difficult to complete but fuck me, right? Sighing, I tilted my head so I could look up at the sky. Now and then, a stray rain drop would fall. I could hear them hitting the windows on either side of the balcony as they did. The storm was coming, the raining holding on by the skin of it's teeth from pouring down.
What did I really expect anyway? That he was just going to roll in here? I'm sure he has a million and one things going on right now. He had seemed so busy earlier when I had seen him, trying to speak to everyone who had shown up. He looked flustered to, like he would rather be anywhere else in the world right then than dealing with all the shit on his plate. I didn't blame him for that. I did blame him for not trying to contact me at least. I can take a hint though. This was something I had been expecting, especially after he called me that night in February. This had been a long time coming and I should be more prepared for it than I was right now. It was something that made me upset with not only the situation but also myself. I was better than this. I was better than holding on to something I knew was only going to hurt one of us or both of us in the end. Most people knew how to move on with their lives after stuff like that happens. Not me apparently. And most people can understand when something is done, it's done. Still not me. I must be the only person on this planet that wasn't quite understanding the message that the universe was trying to send me. It was a simple one but still one that I could quite grasp.
Tommy is getting married tomorrow. And not to me.
It wasn't a surprise to me when he called after a weekend trip with me to Houston for Valentine's Day (and my birthday) that him and Kat had gotten into a fight. It was something that happened frequently after he would go away, her not liking that all his attention wasn't directly focused on her. I was surprised, however, to hear that they ended the fight by saying they were going to get married. That was the last thing I expected to hear out of his mouth. They were going to get married? Good thing the first thing he did was call his ex-girlfriend he was hiding an affair of multiple years with to tell her the good news! I was mortified but I could tell he didn't sound exactly thrilled either. And the next time I saw him in person, he avoided the topic like the plague. He only brought up the topic of me being invited and that he would save a room from the hotel block they had just for me. Gee, thanks.
Sure enough, my invitation came in the mail sometime in May and I assured him that I would be making the trip back here to California. I was hoping it would be a small event with just our group of friends, something I could pretend was just a normal get together. Of course not, though. Kat and her parents spared no expense in planning a huge ass wedding here in Beverly Hills. So now, I had to face this with a group of five hundred people around me. I had even done the math to see if it was humanly possible (and healthy) to remain intoxicated the entire time I was here in town. It is but apparently, it's frowned upon in modern medicine. I knew I should have stayed back in the Old West version of Angel Grove when I had the chance. At least then, there was no ancestors of this blonde Australian bitch. I know I'm not being fair to Kat. She didn't do anything wrong but love Tommy, a crime that was no worse than me. I was the one who was helping him cheat on her. This was something far worse than anything she's ever done, including when she was under Rita's spell. I was mad at Tommy, not her. She was just the easier target in my mind to be upset with.
The thunder boomed louder now, the railing vibrating in my hand as it echoed around the buildings. The lightning was also coming closer, telling me that it was time to get off the balcony on the 15th floor. It would be my luck to get electrocuted. Would that mean I wouldn't have to go tomorrow? It would be almost tempting to try if that were the case. Instead, I stood up straight and took a deep breath of the sea salt filled air before heading through the sliding door into my hotel room. I left it open, enjoying the cool breeze it brought with it. The hotel room was nice, something you would expect from a Ramada. The walls were painted a beige color with black accents and canvases with ink paintings on them above the king sized bed. The frame was black, matching the dresser across from it. A flat screen television was perched on top of that, the screen on but no sound coming from it. I couldn't stand noise right now. It was getting on my nerves, my body on edge. Crossing my arms, I sat on the edge of the bed and willed myself to let the bad feelings go. It wasn't working as well as one would hope. Instead, it changed from anger to an emptiness. Don't forget to add the touch of sadness that was there as well.
As tears welled in my eyes, there was a knock on my door. I groaned, knowing it was more than likely Jason or Trini. They were staying in a room here as well, someone on the 10th floor. They had offered to hangout with me for a while tonight, an invite I had turned down because Tommy had sworn to me that he was going to be coming back here after helping Kat's parents do some final touches at the church. I sometimes wished that the two of them knew about the affair so I had someone I could bitch about it to. I knew what they would say if they did know though. First, Jason would say something along the lines of it not being right and that Tommy needed to decide which one he wanted to be with. Then Trini would tell me that she understood why it was happening but not why I was letting it happen. I could read the two of them like a book. They would be right, of course. Tommy and I just both agreed we didn't want to hear it. Besides, it would put a label on whatever was going on between us and God forbid that were to happen.
"Coming." I called as the person knocked again. Standing up from the bed, I dabbed at my eyes with the back of my hand. Walking over, I grabbed the door knob and twisted it. The heavy door pulled open about three inches before a hand appeared, quickly pushing it open just enough for a person to slip in. I stepped back, surprised, at the sudden intruder in my room. My surprise went away as I realized it was Tommy. He pushed the door shut behind him, looking through the peephole.
"Kat's aunt is in the room four doors down from here. I thought I saw her heading to the elevator. Just want to make sure she didn't see me." He said, not glancing over his shoulder at me. I rolled my eyes, walking back over towards the balcony door. The rain was falling now, pelting the windows with water. The wind was whipping the curtains, them dancing in the air like it was their jobs. I watched him for a moment until he pushed off the door and smiled over at me. His long hair was slightly wet, pieces of it sticking to his face and neck. He had lost the nice suit he had been wearing earlier, sporting a green hoodie and khaki shorts. I supposed the hoodie was in hopes of hiding who he was. It might work better if he didn't wear one of the colors that everyone he knew him knew he wore. It was a good thing he's pretty.
"You didn't have to come, you know." I said, crossing my arms. "I know you have a lot of things going on before tomorrow. I'd understand." Tommy shook his head, tucking his hands into his pockets as he walked over to me.
"This is the only place I've actually wanted to be in the last 48 hours." Leaning in, he gave me a peck on the lips. "I'm sorry I missed you down at the bar. I was trying to get away but Kat's father kept going on and on about tomorrow. I tried to call your room but you must have been downstairs. I hope you're not too upset with me." Pulling his hands from his pockets, he ran them down my arms.
"Not as much as I was when you first walked in." I admitted, shrugging my shoulders.
"I deserve it. There's gotta be some way I can make it up to you." He pulled me in closer, giving me a suggestive smile.
"You sure about that? I don't want to throw you off your game before tomorrow. I mean, you are getting married in the morning."
"How about we don't talk about that? How about we focus on the two of us in this room for the next 12 hours? Cause right now, that's all that matters to me." He cupped my left cheek in his hand, running his thumb over my cheek bone. "Deal?"
"I think I can live with that." I whispered, gazing up at him. I reached up and grasped the front of his hoodie in my hands and pulled him down until our mouths met. His hands slid from my arms to my waist where he lifted me off the ground. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips, releasing his hoodie and gripping his shoulders. Our lips moved aggressively against each other, our tongues having a battle of wills as well. He gravitated towards the bed, his legs hitting the side of it and sending us falling back onto the mattress. The impact forced our kiss apart and Tommy took the moment to slide my little black dress off of my shoulders and down my body, leaving me in just a pair of light pink thongs. He let out a hiss as he looked down at me.
"No bra? Are you out to kill me today, Beautiful?" He whispered, lowering himself down so he was between my breasts. He left a trail of kisses there, his tongue tracing the area after words. My back arched as his teeth latched onto my right nipple, his tongue gliding across it from inside his mouth. He fondled the other with his hand, pinching the bud between his thumb and pointer finger. My fingers snaked their way into his hair as soft moans emitted from my mouth. My head pulled backward, my eyes closing as my entire body focused on what he was doing.
This will be the last time he touches you. My eyes popped open at the thought. Tommy continued to trail down my body, his hands sliding between my thighs. I moaned, my eyes closing again. An imagine of him doing the same thing to Kat tomorrow night came to mind. On their wedding night. Tommy was getting married tomorrow to someone that wasn't me.
"Stop." I said, propping myself up. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him away. I slid until I was off the bed, my arms wrapped around my chest. Tommy looked at me confused from his kneeling position on the floor at the foot of the bed.
"Kim? You okay?" He asked, pushing himself off the floor. I shook my head.
"I can't do this." I whispered. "I thought I could but I can't." Tears welled in my eyes as I looked over at him. "You're getting married tomorrow, Tommy. It's not right." Tell him. Tell him you love him. Tell him not to marry her. "You should go home and get some sleep. It'll be a long day if not." He gave me a look as if I had said something ridiculous.
"I'm not leaving you here. Listen, if you don't want to do this, we don't have to. But I'm not going to go if you're upset. Here." He reached over and grabbed one of the robes from the bathroom door, holding it out to me. I took it and shrugged it on, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He motioned me to sit, placing a hand on the small of my back. I sat on the edge of the bed, the tears beginning to dry.
"Do you ever imagine what our wedding would have been like?" I whispered, not looking at him.
"Yeah. Sometimes." He admitted, sitting next to me. "Do you?"
"I guess. Especially if I have a few drinks in me." I nudged his shoulder with mine. "I always pictured it would be this little thing at either the park or the country clue. I'd wear white and everyone else would wear their colors. And mostly just the guys and our families would be there. Nothing too fancy. Just nice and simple."
"Me too." He replied. "I think there would have to be quite a bit of pink and green incorporated in there somehow too."
"Well, duh." I sighed. Finally, I turned to look at him. "Is this the last time I'm going to see you like this?" He shifted his face away from mine, gazing down at his hands in his lap.
Tommy
Tell her about the baby. It was the first thought in my mind when she asked me that question. It would explain to her why I couldn't see her anymore. Why I was actually going through with this entirely stupid wedding idea. If I just told her, she would see that it wasn't because I was more in love with Kat than her. I couldn't though. No matter how hard I wanted to form the words, my lips would let me. I let out a shallow breath, looking away from her.
"I'm not sure about that. I mean, it will be harder for me to get away with Kat being my wife…" I trailed off, finally turning to look up at her. "Kim, I can leave if you want me to." In her eyes, I saw she was fighting with something. It resembled pain and my chest felt hollow at the thought that it was me causing it. She shook her head, a smile coming to her lips.
"I guess we better make the best of this then, right?" She stood up from the bed and took a few steps until she was standing directly in front of me. I gazed up at her, watching as she shrugged the robe off of her shoulders. It cascaded in a heap to the floor, leaving her mostly naked in front of me. She came even closer, her legs straddling mine until she was perched on the bed with her knees. A husky darkness covered her features when her eyes met mine and she bent down to kiss me. It started as sweet at first but grew with more fever, her fingers getting lost in my hair. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against me the most I could. How was I supposed to just let this woman walk out of my life after tonight was done? How was I going to just forget about her? It hasn't worked yet, based on previous experience. I'm not quite sure why I thought it would ever work.
Kim shifted, reaching between us and pulling my hoodie up and over my head. She took the wife beater I had been wearing as well with it, discarding both to the floor. Resting both her hands on my shoulders, she returned her lips to mine in the same energy filled kiss that I could only describe as needing. For a moment, I wondered if she needed to be with me as much as I needed to be with her. Could it be possible? Was I making a mistake by marrying Katherine tomorrow? What about the baby? If I left Kat for Kim, it would be setting a bad example. It would show my unborn baby that they weren't my first priority when that wasn't the case. Was it?
"Stand up." She breathed, suddenly pulling her lips from mine. She pushed off of me, standing on her feet. I did as she said, pulling myself to my feet. She moved forward, dropping to her knees in front of me. Her eyes met mine as she undid the fly of my khakis, pulling them down my legs. I stepped out of them, her leaving my boxers on my waist. Slowly, she slid her hand into the opening of my underwear and a hiss escaped before between my teeth when I felt her wrap delicate fingers around me. She maneuvered my penis out of its hiding spot, the erect member standing tall as he received attention. She shifted her gaze down to what she was doing, her hand sliding up and down the length of it. The warm friction felt amazing as her soft palm caressed the fragile area. LEaning forward, she placed a soft kiss on the head of it and I nearly jumped through my skin.
Her eyes peered up at me as she opened her mouth. They never left mine as she took my entire length in his mouth, the tip of my dick hitting the back of her throat. As her wet, hot mouth wrapped around me, I felt like I was quickly coming unraveled. She gave a little suck, the sound causing my insides to harden. I bent slightly, taking her hair in my hand. She rocked back on her heels, her mouth gliding up and down on my shaft. Now and then, her teeth was nibble on the tip in a rough but gentle way that made my eyes want to roll back into my brain. When I wasn't in her mouth, she massaged the area with her hands. I thought my knees were going to buckle as I felt the beginning waves of an orgasm looming nearby. If this kept up, our night was going to be short lived.
"My turn." I said, moving to pull out. Kim shook her head though, holding firm.
"Mmmm." She said, the hum vibrating around my cock. My balls tightened as she did that, leaving me teetering on the edge. I let out a gasp, closing my eyes to prevent myself from releasing.
"You're not playing fair." I gasped out, trying to shift again. She hummed again, sending me to my doom. My entire body went rigid as I was sent into an orgasm. White light flashed in my mind as the waves of pleasure washing over my brain. Kim continued to suck, taking what felt like my life essence from me as she did. I could feel my deposit unload into her mouth and she did not hesitate and swallow it as I forced myself to look down at her again. Devilish eyes sparked up at me as she pulled back from me, her tongue licking her lips. "What the hell was that?" I asked, regaining the ability to string words together to make a sentence. She stood up, shrugging her shoulders.
"Think of it as a wedding present." What did that mean? Was she trying to show me what I was going to be missing once this was over? If so, it was well appreciated useless effort because I already knew that. She bent down and picked up the robe again. I went to yank it from her hand but she moved it faster than I could, the only thing I had in mine was the rope that went around the waist. "Think I'll take a shower now." She called over her shoulder, heading towards the bathroom. I growled.
"I think the fuck not." I said, stepping towards her. She went to run but I had gotten my bearings back, allowing me to catch her before she reached the bathroom door. I scooped her up in my arms and headed back towards the bed. She squealed, kicking her legs in hopes of getting me to drop her. "You would think after getting kidnapped so much, you'd be better at this."
"Shut up." She said as I dropped her onto the mattress. She bounced, scrambling to try and get away again. She got caught up in the robe though, getting stuck. I noticed the rope was still in my hands and grabbed her hand. It caught her off guard, allowing me to grab the other. Quickly, I tied them together with one end of the cotton rope. She tried to pull away but I was able to yank her back.
"Well, would you look at that. I should have thought of this a long time ago." I said, smiling at her. She glared up at me, trying her best to get the knot undone around her wrists. It was no use though.
"Untie me, Tommy." She said, giving me an expectant look. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Oh no. Not until I get some revenge here." I picked up my foot and kicked the robe off the bed. Grabbing Kim again, I flipped her over so that she was on her stomach. She pushed herself up so sh was on her hands and knees. Snaking the rope between her legs away for her head, I pulled on it. Her hands followed it, forcing her head down face first into the bedspread. I pushed her knees together and wrapped the rope around them, tying them in place so she was unable to move. I stood back, enjoying the view of Kim's ass in the air, the pink thong nestled between her tanned cheeks nicely.
"I'm not laughing." She said, trying to move. She looked at me with eyes that were giving away how excited she was.
"I know. The goal is have you screaming." I walked over to the edge of the bed and ran a hand gently over her right ass cheek. It was firm and the perfect kind of plump. I caressed it for a moment before giving it a quick smack. She jerked forward, a cry coming from her lips. I repeated the action, rubbing the spot afterwards. The skin was beginning to redden from the contact. I did it again before switching to the other side. Soon, both were a rosey red color and she was letting out soft gasps each time I touched her. Pleased with my work, bent down on my knees behind her and slid my hands over her ass cheeks and to her thong. I noticed that it was a bit wetter than it had been before. "Oh, seems like you liked being spanked. I'll have to keep that in mind for next time." If there was a next time.
I slid the strings of her thong down, revealed her landing strip of damp curls I was always thrilled to see. Her thong rested on her knees, contrasting against the white of the rope. Taking my right hand, I ran a finger lightly over her opening. She shuddered under it, leaning forward out of the way. I gripped her ass cheek with my other hand, pulling her back and holding on to her firmly. I repeated the action with more pressure, the tip flicking her clit. I heard a gasp slip from between her teeth and I felt myself begin to harden. That didn't take long. She wasn't going to get off that easy though. Well, figuratively speaking. Leaning in, I dipping my tongue into her folds and letting it stroke her slit. It grew increasingly wetter by this, making my tongue slip in and out with ease. I repeated the motion, again and again, my tongue exploring the entire length of her. Her cries were growing louder with each tongue stroke, telling me that she was beginning to feel the orgasm coming. With the tip of my tongue, I traced out shapes on her clit. The pressure was directly on the sensitive bud, her moaning and crying joined by her pulling against her restraints. Closing my eyes, I traced the words 'I love you' against her. As I finished the U, I felt her muscles spasm as she rolled over the edge. The scream she let out nearly echoed off the walls, my name vibrating around the room.
Standing, I undid the ties around her knees and pulled her thong free. I then released her wrists from the rope. She rolled over onto her side, panting as she looked up at me. I knelt on the bed, gently moving her so that she was laying on her back. Positioning myself between her thighs, I slid slowly into her. A hiss slipped out as her warmness wrapped itself around me, reminding me of the mind-blowing blow job I had just received a short time ago. I stiffened more at the thought as I slid my arms under her shoulders, allowing me to be as close as possible to her. Kim's arms wrapped around my shoulders as she clung to me. Slowly, I began grinding my hips back and forth, entering her with a deep thrust each time. Her breath hitched, matching my tempo as her sensitive area was faced with more friction. Our eyes locked and I felt my heart grow heavy. I shoved all thoughts of Katherine and the baby (even as horrible as it sounds) from my mind and focused on the beautiful woman underneath me. The one I was so in love with and would be in love with for the rest of my life. The woman I wanted to carry my children. This would be the last time I would feel her like this. The last time I would be able to show her just how much I loved her.
I pressed my lips to hers, running my tongue over the lower one to ask for permission to explore her mouth. She agreed, opening her mouth and granting me access. I tried to memorize everything about this moment; how she smelled, how she tasted, how she felt wrapped around me in every sense of the word. Kim tightened her grip on my shoulder, her moaning into my mouth. I was feeling it too, the releasing coming quickly. I needed this moment to last forever. If it did, our time together would never end.
It did though, both of us crying out each others names as we climaxed together. I held on to her tightly, kissing her with everything I had in me as the waved tried to drag us out to the sea of pleasure. As the ebbed away, I slowly pulled away from her and rolled so I was laying next to her. We laid there in silence, trying to catch our breath. Kimberly looked so beautiful and peaceful right now, a small smile pulling at her lips. This was how I wanted to remember her, I thought as I wrapped my arms around her. I wanted to remember her best right here with me where we both belonged.
Kimberly
If I don't throw up before this is all over, it'll be a God granted miracle.
The St. Peter's Cathedral here in Beverly Hills was dressed to impress, pink and white flowers covering basically any surface that wasn't already filled with something. The giant stained glass window behind the altar was doing little to no effort at blocking out the bright sun that was not only blazing for an October day but also blinding. I shifted in my seat in the third row, trying to move out of a direct beam of light. God only knows I wouldn't wanted to be blinded before having to watch this shit go down.
I should have done it last night. I was now completely aware of the fact. After we had made love, we laid there for a while just talking about everything but the wedding. We didn't fall asleep until a couple of hours before morning, the sun creeping in over the ocean as I closed my eyes. When I woke up, he was getting dressed and ready to go. He gave me one last kiss before he left, something that felt so sad and final. I cried after he walked out the door, something that continued until Trini and Jason came knocking on my door to find me for our ride. They were excited about the wedding, seeing as they were all in it. I was the only one of the Rangers sitting in the pews, something I knew Kat didn't just happen to overlook. I didn't blame her though and I wouldn't want to be apart of this any more than I had to.
My gaze went from the window over to the altar where Rocky, Jason and Billy were standing. Tommy was not there, his attention needed elsewhere apparently. I wondered for a moment about those movies where people stood to object. Would that work here? What would happen after? Well, besides Kat clawing my eyes out. I would deserve that and would let her if it meant Tommy and I being together. My heart raced at the idea. Would it actually be a good idea to do? My eyes landed on the flowers and the decorations, reminding me how much money not only her parents had spent but also Tommy. No, I had passed on my chance. I had plenty of time before this to tell him. I was just going to have to sit and deal with this right now. I had no other choice.
The organ player hit some notes on the pipe organ in the corner of the room, signalling it was time for everyone to sit down and shut the hell up. The did, the boys at the altar turning to face to crowd. Someone jogged up the aisle in a white suite and I realized it was Tommy. He got to the altar and shook hands with Jason who was serving as best man. His white suit looked great on him, a pink vest and bow to go with it. I growled under my breath at the color scheme, my jealousy nearly running over. I was going to be getting hammered at the reception I decided. Who knows what could happen then?
Tommy
This was a mistake. I knew I shouldn't be standing up here but there was nothing I could do about it now. As looked out at the crowd of almost three hundred people, I knew that if I tried backing out right now, it was a strong possibility that one of Kat's relatives would hire Crocodile Dundee to kill me. As it stood now, I would deserve it but no one knew that but me. And Kimberly. My eyes landed on her and I saw that she was staring into space, her attention on the stained glass window above me head. It was a scene depicting Jesus being born, the small baby in a manager in Mary and Joseph's arms. Guilt tripped over me like cold water as I thought about last night and what it would mean for the rest of my life.
I'm only doing this for the baby.
I had to keep reminding myself that this morning, especially when I woke up to Kimberly snuggled into me in the pale morning sunlight. She had looked perfect, like a sleeping angel you didn't want to stir. I willed myself to stay there, come up missing for the wedding, and let Kat figure out the rest. I couldn't though. I had someone other than myself to think about now. Once this baby was born, I would have to show him or her the right way to live life and it didn't start by ditching your fiance at the altar. People who aren't together raise babies all the time, a voice said in my mind. I knew that was true but I didn't want to be that type of father. I didn't want my child to see me as the Dad that ran away when Mom got pregnant. I wasn't going to be the father that everyone shunned because of that. Kim turned to look at me, our eyes locking.
Even if it meant telling her good-bye.
Kimberly
Tommy's eyes locked with mine as the wedding processional music began. A blonde haired girl appeared in a pink bridesmaid dress, letting me believe she was a relative of Kat's. Another blonde followed behind her, following the first towards the altar in a slow fashion. Trini was next, Aisha in two behind her. The both wore pink two, I color I found odd on them. Trini casted me a smile when she got to the altar, turning to face out at the crowd. I forced one, trying to look supportive. If I tried hard enough, I might be able to make it look like I wasn't about to throw up all over the place.
Why was he doing this? Did he really not have feelings for me anymore to the point he could marry someone else? Especially after our time together last night? Images of us ran through my mind and I felt tears well into my eyes. This was it. This was going to the be the moment of my life that truly broke my heart. Not only was I about to watch him marry someone else, it was also going to be the last memory I had of him in my mind. Anger fueled in my chest, at myself and at him. We shouldn't have let it get that far. We shouldn't have crossed those lines that would leave people hurting. Cause right now, the only one who was hurting was me, something I knew was going to happen. Tanya made her way up the aisle and when she came to a rest, the bridal march began. Everyone stood and I forced myself to my feet.
"She looks stunning!" Tommy's aunt Cindy said next to me, smiling as she leaned forward for a better look. I nodded, not able to say anything as Kat came up the aisle, her hand tucked into her father's elbow. Her dress was a big puffy white thing that made her look like a princess, her blonde hair up in a bun with a tiara over her white veil. I envisioned clawing it out of her locks, stopping her from walking forward as she passed me. I couldn't' bring myself to do that though.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Miss Katherine Hillard and Mr. Thomas Oliver." The minister called, an older gentlemen with short salt and pepper hair and a skinny build. He went on and on about love and what not as we sat, the words not forming in my mind as being actually words. I sat rooted in my spot, watching as Tommy took Kat's hands in his. "Is there anyone in this room who has a reason that these two should not be joined in holy matrimony? Speak now or forever hold your peace."
Tommy
I willed anyone to speak right now. For anyone to jump up and object to this marriage. I even looked over at Kim who seemed a shade greener than usual but she didn't move. She didn't make a motion to stand or speak as the pastor glanced around the room. Kat beamed over at me as he continued, heading into something about love being patient. I couldn't help but picture Kimberly standing in front of me. Kat looked pretty but Kim would have picked a more flattering dress, something that was lace or form fitting. Before my eyes, she materialized. Kim in a white lace dress, pink roses tucked into a mountain of curls on her head. Her smile wide as she gazed up at me. This was what I wanted. This was what I would forever dream of when I thought back to my wedding day.
Kimberly
Tommy and Kat exchanged rings and repeated vows read to them from the little bible in the guy's hand. Tears flowed now as I realized it was too late. My stomach tightened too as I realized what was coming. Grabbing Tommy and Kat by the shoulders, the pastor turned them to face us.
"Here, before the grace of God, I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Oliver. Tommy, you may now kiss your bride." He announced proudly. Tommy nodded, stepping forward and pressing his lips to Kat's. I looked away, unable to stomach the sight. People cheered around me as I held in the urge to fall apart. Glancing back, I watched as Tommy took Kat's hand again and the two of them headed down the aisle. As he passed me, he shot me one last glance before heading out the back of the church.