It was really hard to sit straight when the groom of the wedding kept staring at you. No, I wasn't getting married. Matt Ozera was getting married today with Melinda Hahn. As we waited for Melinda to come down from where she was getting ready, Matt kept on staring at me. There was half an hour left before the ceremony started. Matt looked really nervous and regret, it seemed. Since he had been my best friend and all, I decided I needed to calm him down.
Callan looked questioningly at me as I stood up. "Just gonna talk to Matt," I said, leaning down, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Hurry back to me, love."
"When don't I?" I left the question hanging in the air as I departed.
I walked up to Matt, noticing how pale he looked. "You nervous?"
Matt had specifically said he wanted me there when he got married, which was why I was here now. He had finally given up on me and was marrying Melinda. I don't know what kept him holding on for so long. When he found out that Callan and I were a thing, he suddenly insisted his wedding be right away. He had postponed for three years, and now, out of the blue, he was getting married, which was better for me because he wouldn't be chasing me anymore.
"I am freaking, Maya."
"Of course you are. Everybody freaks when they get married. Well, except if you know you're marrying the right person."
"Then, I don't think I am marrying the right person." His eyes held the double meaning. "I want to call of the wedding."
"You do that to Melinda, and I swear I will never talk to you for the rest of my life."
"But I am not marrying the right person, Maya." He looked longing down the aisle. "It should have been you walking down that aisle, it should have been you marrying me, it should have been you spending the rest of your life with me."
I patted his shoulder. "Maybe you should have thought about that when you were cheating," I said and walked away.
I went back to my gorgeous man. He was still busy talking to Dad! Why the hell he was paying more attention to my dad more than he was paying attention to me!? I sat down for a few seconds again next to him and when I realized I wasn't going to be noticed anytime soon, I stalked off to find Zara. Of course she would be with Tanner. All she ever did was be with Tanner lately. I didn't interrupt her. There was no one talk to except Illiana, who was the new addition to our family. My parents had adored Illiana when I brought her home and had adopted her.
The music started playing and I had to go back to my seat because Melinda was walking down the aisle.
It was during the ceremony that Callan took my hand in his. "I need to ask you something."
"Hmm?"
He looked straight ahead as he asked what he was going to ask.
"Maya Ivashkov. I have and always will love you. Since the very first day I laid my eyes upon you, I knew that I had loved you. You are smart, beautiful, and my little bad ass. I promise to be there for you and to be your protector, and best friend. I love you, Maya. Will you marry me?" I had tears going down my cheeks.
I stared at him as he kept on whispering. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring that matched him in gorgeousness.
"Oh, my God! Callan!" I had to keep myself from yelling because Matt and Melinda were still getting married.
"I love you so much, Maya. Let me be yours, forever. Be the father of your children. I promise I will never hurt you. I will be a loyal husband and father. I will never break you, nor our kids. I will respect all your choices, and wishes. I promise. Will you marry me?" I could tell he was being honest. I loved Callan with all my heart, but was this really the time to ask?
He needed an answer and right away. That's why he had been talking with my father as so, hadn't he?
I stared, shocked, at his gorgeous face and into his beautiful green eyes. I was dreaming. I was dreaming. Callan didn't say those things for real. But why was he looking at me expectantly, as if waiting for an answer? His eyes looked at me so intently that I wanted to squirm away, crawl to the closet or something. "Will you, Maya Ivashkov, will you marry me?"
He was holding his breath and if I didn't answer, he was going to have a heart attack. Oh my god! Oh my god! What do I say? Tears flowed down my eyes; I was crying up a storm. I nodded.
He wouldn't take that for an answer. "I want to hear it from your mouth that you marry me."
"Yes, Callan, I do." He slipped the ring on my finger. He took my hand and kissed it. "Thank you, Maya."
"Let's leave . . ." I suggested.
He stood up, pulling me along with him. We ran to our room.
Things got heated right away . . .
He kissed me so hard that my lips hurt after our lips separated. But he wasn't done kissing me. His lips traveled down my neck, his hands going to the bottom of my black thermal shirt. He slipped it off my body. I unbuttoned his dark blue shirt and threw it on the ground.
I ran my hand down his chest till it was inside his pants where the lump was already forming. He moaned when my hands touched the lump. I unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down. He unhooked my braw and threw it on the ground. His lips went to my chest.
His hands snaked down, down to my jeans. He unbuckled them and tossed them aside. He lifted me and set me on the bed. "I love you," he muttered, taking off my jeans. He pulled away to look at me naked, in the bed. I felt a little nervous. I had never been naked in front of anyone except for Matt. Except maybe Lissa. He smiled suddenly. Making me feel warm all over my body. He kissed my collar bone.
I moaned in pleasure, enjoying his soft lips against my warm skin. It made me shiver, from the physical contact. And just the feel of Callan would make anyone shiver. "Callan. . ." There was something I needed to tell him to do, but his lips were distracting me from remembering that thought.
"Hmm?" His lips traveled down further, and stopped at the waist band of my underwear. He looked up, possibly asking for permission. His green eyes shining with lust and burning desire. I nodded, and smiled. I wanted him very badly by now. He pulled my underwear off, and kissed my sensitive area.
I moaned in want, need, and pleasure. I needed him. I bucked my hips, and he chuckled. He came to look levelly into my eyes. Then kissed me with so much love, and want. "I need you Callan. I need you now." I murmured, against his mouth. He smiled, and plunged himself in me gently. As he thrust in and out, my hands gripped and curled around the sheet because of the intense pleasure he was making me feel.
I moaned in pleasure as we made love for the first time. No one has made me feel like this at all. Not even Tony, could make me this happy. I now had a fiancé' that cared for me and loved me. I was as happy as I could ever be.
When me and Callan were both finished, we laid, embraced in each other's arms for the rest of the night. "I love you, Maya. Thank you for agreeing to marry me. Or at least agreeing to Marrying me." He said and kissed the tip of my nose.
"I love you, too, Callan. So much. I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life with someone else. I would rather it be you." I said. He looked touched.
He pulled me tighter to him, and kissed me. It was hard, and passionate. He took control of my body. We ended up making love for the second time tonight. I was glad someone really cared and I couldn't wait to marry Callan . . .
The Wedding
I peeked out the window as the guest sat in their chairs where the ceremony would take place. As the minutes ticked by, each getting closer to the final time, my anxiety grew. I was marrying the most amazing person today . . . my Callan. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I calmed down a bit. Kayla's soothing self was always something I could rely on, no matter the situation.
I turned back around and saw my reflection in the mirror. My wedding dress was chosen by Zara, Kayla, and me. It was hard dealing with two other opinions at one time, but when I saw this dress, I'd knew this was The One. The sweetheart neckline made the bodice looked heart-shaped, a little flower of for decoration was set under the bust line, and the drop waist flared out in a ruffled train that hid my satin pumps. My hair was pulled back, forming a low, elegant bun on the back of my head, while a diamond barrette adorned the side of my head. A long, cathedral veil with lace finished my outfit. I had wanted to wear my mother's wedding dress, but so did Zara and in the end I had decided she wear it because I wouldn't be able to fit into Mom's dress with me being pregnant and all.
"Relax. Calm." Kayla said, as she massaged my back to relax my tense muscles. "You're marrying Callan. You should not be nervous; you should be happy."
I closed my eyes and tried my breathing exercises.
"It's not good for our baby's health to get nervous," Kayla said as she ran her hand over her barely visible baby bump.
I put a hand over my belly. Callan and I had found out the wonderful news that we were expecting just a few weeks after Kayla and her husband Ryan (they'd just gotten married when a month later they had conceived). She was now about three months; I was just around two and half weeks.
The momentary distraction wasn't enough to take all my worries away. Just as I was about peek out the curtain again, Kayla caught my hand. "Don't," she warned. "You can wait five more minutes." A sense of nausea passed over me. I felt myself pale. "Seriously, Maya. Wait after you get married to pass out." She frantically started waving air in my face.
When I didn't feel like passing out, I spoke up. "I'm not going to pass out."
"You look like it."
"But I don't feel like it."
"Was I like this when I got married? I don't remember freaking out so much."
"Kayla, you were ten times worse. You almost fainted while walking down the aisle. If not for your dad, you would have fallen flat on your face."
Her eyes gleamed. "I still remember that day like it was yesterday. Life's goes on too fast." Her eyes filled with tears. "Remember when we used to make mud pies and we used to make Kyle eat them?"
My eyes filled with tears as well. "God, Kayla. Don't make me cry. It will take me hours to stop crying with all these hormones and all."
"Maya," she said and walked over to me, putting her arms around me. "Oh, Maya, how the time passes."
"Ready, sweetheart?" My dad said, walking into the room. The door had been ajar so probably he had heard and seen me crying. He came over and wiped some tears with his hands. "No need to cry today, sweetheart. You're getting married."
"I know, Dad. Blame Kayla."
"Honey, we have to go downstairs already."
"Already?" He nodded.
"Are you ready?"
"Now, I am."
Kayla handed me my bouquet as she grabbed her maid of honor bouquet.
"Before we go, I want to tell a few words." I nodded, encouraging him to continue. "Live your life at its fullest, Maya, because it doesn't last, the time on this Earth is not enough to enjoy the wonders and miracles of life. You got out and live!"
I so did not want to cry again. But I did. Only a few tears, though. I threw my arms around my dad. "Thanks, Dad!"
We hugged once more and started walking downstairs. My wedding was taking place at the estate Dad had purchased a long time ago. I had opted for an outdoor wedding because getting married outside was something I had always dreamed of ever since I was smaller. Special floors were placed on the ground so that my heels wouldn't get stuck on the ground as I walked. The ceremony would be taking place under trees, with flowers of millions of colors surround the area. It was beautiful.
The orchestra that my wedding planner had hired was playing some slow song as I walked down the aisle. I would have been happy with my favorite country song at the moment, which was "All Over Me" by Josh Turner. But a wedding was supposed to be sophisticated, according to my wedding planner.
I looked up to meet Callan's eyes as I walked down the aisle with my father by my side. He smiled and of course I had to smile back. The photographer snapped pictures of me. Callan looked gorgeous in a gray suit, and instantly my heart sped. There was a flutter in my stomach as our baby moved around. I was one of those rare, lucky mothers that had the opportunity to feel her baby move just a month after conception.
Finally, my walk ended and my sexy future-to-be husband held out his hand for me. I put my hand on his and the priest started talking. Callan and I said our "I do's" and then we said our vows which were nothing extravagant. The vows were the simple vows most everyone says at their wedding. Callan gave me a new ring and it was beautiful. It was the one I had picked out so long ago, that I had even forgotten that it existed. It was a princess cute, with two emerald cuts on the side. The priest gave us his blessing and pronounced us married.
Callan turned to me, smiling hugely, and kissing me quite drastically.
At last, we were husband and wife.
Kayla came to hug me first and then all of a sudden everyone was hugging me. Mom, Dad, Kyle, Malese, Tanner, Zara, Dante, Melinda, Matt . . . everyone it seemed. After the hugging and the celebrating, we walked to a garden where the cocktail hour was taking place. The garden was beautiful, filled with greenery, a pond, and lots of colorful flowers. Callan and I talked to most everyone and we he kept on telling everyone the news that we were going to be parents soon and that they were going to be aunties and uncles or grandparents.
After that, we walked over to the reception. It was going to be under a tent made of veil coverings. Music played softly as we sat down for dinner. The reception scenery had changed now that it was dark. The whole reception was lit up by a million candles. And it looked beautiful, like the candles were the stars that shined down at us. Callan and I cut the cake, which was an awesome cake. It was five-tier cake, covered in cream fondant, it had flowers all over and it matched my outdoor wedding theme. Spanish moss and Manzanita branches decorated the table the cake was on and little candles were placed all around to make it stand out more. And boy was it delicious! I ate two pieces; one for me and one for the baby. As soon as the cake was cut, the bouquet and garter were thrown, Callan pulled me along for our first dance which was going to be danced to "It's Your Love" by Tim McGraw and Faith Hill (the cutest country couple aside from Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood).
"Shall we dance?" I nodded. "Dance we shall."
"This is the best day of my life. You've made this the best day of my life, Maya, and the happiest." He leaned down and kissed me.
"You've made me happy, too, baby. But you made me happier when you gave me this little miracle that's growing inside me."
We continued to dance slowly, letting the lyrics of the song wrap around us, like only two loves would dance in the dark that was lit only by candles.
"I love you," I said, leaning over to kiss him.
He kissed me back and smiled. "Maya, I love you more."
