Leave me your coments.
BirdsandStars
Someone's knocking desperately. I open my eyes, Christian is hugging my body as he sleeps deeply.
—Ana! Just get the hell out of that room! —Kate screams.
I get out of Christian's arms and head for the door. She knocks again and only then do I realize she's knocking on the room's door.
—You have five minutes to get out, or I'm going to come in and get you out with the clothes you're wearing. —she says in a rage.
I look back at the bed where Christian is looking at me with his eyes narrowed.
—Who's yelling so much?
—Better put on some clothes quickly. —I tell him as I run to the closet. —If we're not dressed, Kate's going to take us out in whatever we're wearing.
—But it's too early. —he says as he tucks his head under the pillow.
I find some of his clothes and throw them on the bed so he can get dressed quickly.
—Get dressed! I don't think you want to upset a pregnant woman with raging hormones. —I tell him as I start to get dressed quickly.
—What about morning sex? —he asks sitting on the bed and running his hand through his hair.
—I think we just got interrupted. —I tell him as I walk to the bathroom.
When I come out of the bathroom, Christian is fully dressed, but still sitting on the edge of the bed.
—Come here. —he says to me as I walk in his direction.
I stand between his legs and he wraps his hands around my waist. But he quickly turns and carries me, making me lie on the bed and him on top of me. He smiles at me perversely. And at that very moment the door to the room opens. We both look over there. Kate walks with Elliot next to her in our direction.
—I told you you had five minutes.
Elliot gets to where we are and literally pulls Christian off of me. Christian's not resisting and I can see him laughing as we're separated. Elliot pulls him out of the room.
—You know what you have to do, bye. —says Kate to him.
I walk behind them as Elliot opens the door and they both disappear from the apartment. Well, that was something new. Kate literally just kicked them both out of the apartment.
—You didn't even let him kiss me. —I tell her while I'm crossing my arms pretending to be mad at her.
—You'll have plenty of time to cuddle during the honeymoon. —she says to me as I think about what she just said.
—Better tonight. —I say very quietly as I plan to surprise him somehow.
—I'm sorry, Ana, but Christian isn't coming back tonight. —she says to me as I look at her in horror.
—What! —I yell at her while she ignores me. —Kate! —I call her again.
—You need to rest, and look radiant for tomorrow. —she says to me as she looks for something in her bag. —And as your maid of honor, I'll see to it that everything goes perfectly.
—Kate! I told you I don't want a bachelorette party. —I'm telling her in a tired tone.
—I know, but you're not going to say no to this. —she says to me as she pulls something out of his bag.
—You're taking me to a spa? —I'm curious.
—Something I have to do. We have all the services we want available to us all afternoon. —she says to me as I stare at her in amazement.
—You've rented a spa just for us? —I can't believe what I'm hearing.
—Consider it a wedding gift, she says as she winks at me. —Now come on. You don't want to see a pregnant woman upset, do you?
—For God's sake, no! —I say to her as we laugh out loud.
We spent the whole afternoon at the spa. I must say I've been treated like a queen. They have given me a super relaxing body massage, they have waxed me, completely, they have fixed my hands and feet and they have exfoliated all my skin leaving it super sensitive. By the time we got back to the apartment I felt like I was floating, like I was on a cloud. I don't even remember what Kate did this morning.
As I walk to the kitchen I see a box on the counter.
—And that box? —I'm curious as Kate smiles at me.
—That, that must be our dinner.
Kate's got it all planned. Apparently she's not going to let me do anything at all today. I don't know where she gets her energy from. Maybe the pregnancy has that effect on her. I help her serve dinner while I smile.
—Ready for some strippers? —she tells me when I'm sitting on the couch.
—Kate, I told you no strippers. —I reprimand her.
—Not even if it's Channing Tatum. —she tells me by showing me a DVD.
—Well, if it's him, I wouldn't mind watching it. —I tell her while we're laughing our heads off.
As soon as the movie is over, Kate orders me to go to sleep and I obey without protest. I see my cell phone on the bedside table. I have several messages from Christian that I haven't been able to check because Kate forbade me to take my cell phone all day.
"I miss you."
"This is torture."
"Elliot has decided to punish me in the kitchen by cutting up vegetables.
I can't help but laugh at this message.
"I want it to come tomorrow so I can have you all to myself."
"I love you, think of me, dream of me.
His last message was more than fifteen minutes ago. And I decide to answer his messages.
"I miss you too. My torture was different from yours. Kate took me to a spa, so my whole body is hypersensitive. I'm looking forward to tomorrow, too. I love you, dream of me too... naked next to you."
I lie in bed with a smile on my face. Christian doesn't answer the last thing I wrote him, so I guess Elliot took his phone away. I go to bed and close my eyes, tomorrow's gonna be a big day. I'm falling asleep when I feel the sound of a message.
"If I imagine you like that, I won't be able to sleep all night. But I'll try."
I put my cell phone on the coffee table and with an idiotic smile I curl up in bed while hugging the pillow on his side.
I wake up the next morning with plenty of energy. I don't even know what time it is, I just know I need some morning workout. I've gone more than 24 hours without sex and I urgently need to spend this renewed energy hitting something, so I change my clothes, drink some juice from the fridge and head to the studio-gym.
My workout is interrupted by Kate.
—Didn't you look at the time? —she asks as I stop hitting the bag and stare at her.
—No. —I've actually lost track of time.
—I know the bride must be late and all, but it's almost 2:00 pm.
—What! —I scream as I run out of the room.
Shit! I was supposed to be at my mother's house at noon to start getting ready. I quickly get undressed and get in the shower. I take a bath as fast as I can and get out just as fast. Kate looks at me and all she does is laugh as I say goodbye to her and walk to my car.
When I get to Grace's house I find two angry women staring at my hair in fear. I do know that I still have it wet and I make a mess of it.
—For God's sake! That hair is a mess! —says one of the women who is examining my hair.
—At least she slept last night. —says the other as she examines my face.
And they pull me into my mother's room. When the hairdresser finishes, she leaves the room and comes back a little later. And so about two hours go by. I'm putting my dress on when someone knocks on the door. The stylist who's finished with my hair goes over there.
—If it's the groom, you can't go in.
—It's the mother of the bride. —says Grace on the other side as they open the door for her and close it quickly.
Grace is wearing a fancy dress and is already completely dressed. She stares at me as they close the clasps on the back of my dress.
—Ana! You look beautiful! —she says as I can see tears in her eyes.
—Please don't, you'll make me cry. —I tell her as I try to hold back the tears as I watch her cry.
—I brought you something to wear. —she says, showing me a black velvet box in her hands.
I didn't realize she was holding something in her hand. She holds it out to me and I open it. They look old, but at the same time they look simple. Inside is a little white gold chain with matching earrings. Three square—shaped stones hang from the chain, the one in the middle a little bigger than the others, although they all look quite simple together. They are not oversized. The earrings are also three vertical stones, all of them of the same size and a little smaller and simpler than the ones in the necklace, set with white gold. The stone in the center of the necklace and the ones on top of the earrings are slightly blue while the others glow.
—They look like diamonds. —I say caressing the jewels.
—They're diamonds and aquamarines. —says Grace to me as I quickly remove my hand from the necklace. — They belonged to my mother, and now they're yours. —she says with a smile.
—I can't accept it.
—What do you mean? My mother gave them to me at my wedding, and now I'm giving them to you.
—But...
—Nothing but Ana, you're my daughter too. —she says to me, caressing my face affectionately.
And I can't help it this time. A tear starts running down my cheek.
—Let's stop this, it's going to ruin your make-up. —says the make-up artist as she comes to touch me up.
Grace takes the necklace out of the box and puts it around my neck.
—It looks beautiful on you. —she says to me with a smile. —Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go out and see if the groom has arrived.
She says as she leaves the room, closing the door. Christian hasn't arrived? How is this possible? I begin to get nervous and while they put the veil on my head they notice my nervousness.
—I'll go and see if he's arrived, I don't want you to be more nervous than you should be. —says Steph to me as she leaves the room.
A few minutes later she comes back.
—He's here, you mustn't worry. —she says to me with a comforting smile and I let the air out abruptly. —But as is tradition. —she says to me with a wink. —Let him wait a little bit for you.
Twenty minutes later Grace enters again, announcing that it's time to start. They put the veil over my face and Grace takes my arm as we leave the room. The doors to the terrace have been closed. So I have no idea what I'll find outside.
—Shouldn't you be sitting with the rest of the guests? —I ask her as I nervously look around.
—Not when I have something very important to do. I stare at her without understanding what she means. But then I realize she hasn't let go of my arm.
—I was your mother and father, so I think who better than me to give you up. —she says to me with a smile.
Shit, I think I'm going to cry again. But I hold back.
—Ready! —the organizer asks as she comes over to our side.
—Yes. —I answer firmly.
—You just have to walk straight to the end. —she says as she places the bouquet in my hand and moves aside from the doors.
She gives the order by the microphone on her side.
Walk straight? And what do I do with the huge pool in front of me? But I barely have time to think when the chords of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah begin to play and the doors slowly open.
