They dropped to bed after moments of ecstasy. They had just finished making love, and Daryl's heart was galloping as fast as a stampede of horses, so he laid his head on Beth's chest, whose heart was beating just as fast, and reveled in the glory. They were after all celebrating.
"Do you want a traditional wedding?" Daryl asked her out of nowhere, just like the question popped into his head.
He was caressing her naked body, so it took Beth a second to answer his question, since him touching her always had her distracted. With goose flesh on her skin, she shook her head no as an answer, knowing he would feel her doing so.
"Why not?" Daryl asked against her throat with a soft and curious tone. He, before he learned to stop thinking for Beth or more like assuming what she thought, thought that Beth was girl who would want a traditional wedding. A wedding where there would be too much emphasis on the cake, and who sat where. A wedding where they would have to be the center of attention, and he would have to talk to people he rarely saw, or talked to, but that had to be invited to the wedding as if they had anything to do with their love.
As she lifted her hand to comb her fingers through his hair, Beth answered, "Because we're not traditional. Remember?" She giggled. "I mean we had the baby first."
That was true.
They had their baby boy Samuel first.
They weren't traditional by any means.
At the beginning they were just two strangers who one night had sex, and who then did not see each other for a month when they ran into each other in a pharmacy. He would never forget that day. He was there to buy cigarettes, and she a pregnancy test. His life changed forever that day. The pregnancy test was positive, and he, that exact day, gave up on smokes. A triple blessing in disguise that day was.
And Beth was right they are not traditional, so their wedding shouldn't be either. Nothing about them was traditional. After knowing each other for less than three months, after they got to know each other, and as they went through her pregnancy, they moved in together and are deep in love. Who could fault true love, really? Her mother has tried by citing religion and the ways of God, but he's not much of a believer, and for her love conquers above all.
Lifting his head then from her chest that had since stopped heaving, which wouldn't be for long if he had a say about it, he kissed her swollen lips and then said. "Yeah, we're not traditional. So how is our wedding going to be?"
"I don't know," Beth answered, after she recovered from the kisses Daryl was bestowing on her nipple after he asked his question. "But I don't care," she added as Daryl stopped kissing her and placed his chin on her chest, and looked at her curiously.
She knew he was surprised. In retrospect so was she. As a little girl she would always say "My wedding is going to be like this…" and "My wedding is going to have that…" so she couldn't believe that now that she had the perfect ring on her finger, and a far more perfect man, she couldn't care less about her wedding. In all honesty, all she wanted was Daryl, Sam, and the life they had. She didn't care about the ceremony, or the reception. She didn't care if they went to the court and got married there. She just wanted to be Daryl's wife. Beth Dixon.
"Our wedding is going to be you, Sam, and me." Beth responded as she clearly pictured the scene she was describing. "It's going to be us forever and ever. Us not being traditional is not going to change that."
And it didn't.
Not my favorite, but it was overdue. So here, *sighs* enjoy.