Story: A Wedding Diary
Chapter 7
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Previously: Abbey's stripper outfit turned Jed on
Summary: Jed and Abbey try to have a private celebration the night before the wedding. And Abbey's friends worry when she isn't feeling well on her wedding day.
Jed and Abbey snuck through Steve's back door, hoping no one from the party spotted them. He turned towards her and kissed her fully on the lips.
"You've been drinking," she muttered in between kisses.
"Just a little," he said while slipping his fingers under the straps of her provocative getup. "Oh, this outfit...you're so gorgeous."
The lace bodice was sheer enough to barely shield her soft skin from his touch. It hugged every curve of her figure, accentuating certain assets that always surpassed Jed's expectations.
"Better than the stripper?" she grinned.
"Oh, Abbey, you don't even know." His voice was soft and muffled as he slid the straps off her shoulders and began placing kisses in their place.
Abbey wrapped her hands around his head, burying her fingers in his hair. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply as Jed bent down to kiss her breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth and Abbey's eyes shot back open, a small cry of pain escaping her lips.
Jed stopped and looked up at her, confused by her reaction. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
"I'm okay," she replied, urging him to continue.
He walked her over to the bed and laid her down on her back. He crawled on top of her, kissing her lips once again. His mouth trailed down to the side of her neck, an area he was sure to always get a reaction. Abbey arched her back, ready for him to proceed. He rolled her over onto her side and began kissing her upper back as she squirmed closer to him to feel his hot breath on her neck. He pressed her body into the bed as his kisses became more forceful, and again, she gasped just as her breasts crushed against the mattress.
"Abbey?"
"I'm sorry," she said.
"I'm being too rough," he admitted, rolling her over on her back.
"No, Jed."
"Yes, I am. I'm sorry, Sweetheart."
"I'm just worried, because of last time."
"Yeah. Maybe this isn't such a great idea. You're too nervous to have a good time and I've been drinking. I don't want to hurt you."
"You've never hurt me."
"Tonight, for whatever reason, I am and I can't relax knowing that."
They both laid back, staring at the ceiling in silence. Abbey turned her head to look at Jed. She had felt his erection earlier and knew how difficult it was for him to stop. But he did, even though she had given him the opportunity to continue. This was the part she loved most about him -- his burning desire to put her ahead of everyone else, including himself. With every blink of her eye, she mentally memorized his features in that moment as her heart swelled with emotion.
"Will you hold me?" she asked.
"For as long as you want," he replied.
"It can't be too long. It's almost midnight."
"Do you turn into a pumpkin?" he asked mockingly.
She playfully slapped his arm. "You can't see me after midnight. You know that."
"Before I met you, I didn't know any of these silly little traditions."
"Don't mock the traditions, Jed. That's just begging the wedding Gods to ruin our special day."
"And should that happen, I'll be condemned to burn eternally in Hell."
"You'll be condemned to a lonely wedding night, that's for sure."
Abbey snuggled closer to him and he tightened his hold, adding a soft kiss to the top of her head.
July 22, 1967 7:30 a.m.
A frantic Millie and Joni ran past Mary and up the stairs to knock on Abbey's bedroom door.
"Come in," Abbey called out, her hair still soaking wet from her shower.
"Abbey!" Millie exclaimed. "Why aren't you ready? We have to be at the hair dresser's in 30 minutes."
"Yeah, and why did you wash your hair? She can do that for you, you know."
"I just felt like a shower," Abbey replied, pulling the towel over the strands of wet hair.
"Well, we need to go. You can't be late. Your hair has to look perfect."
"Ease up, Joni. You're making her nervous."
"She should be nervous. It's her wedding day and she needs to look her best."
"Which she will."
"Not if we don't get out of here and to the hairdresser's."
Losing her patience, Abbey stood up and addressed her friends. "Please knock it off, guys. My head is spinning."
"What's the matter?" Joni asked.
She put her hand on her forehead and walked back over to her dresser to pull out a pair of pants. "I think I'm coming down with something."
Millie approached her with her hand out in a gesture to check her temperature. "Is it serious? Maybe you should see a doctor."
"No!" Abbey's voice was adamant, causing Millie to immediately back off.
"Okay. It's up to you. I just don't want you sick today."
"It'll pass," Abbey assured her. "I'll be fine."
She knew that physically, she probably was fine, in the literal sense of the word, but part of her was terrified. What she refused to admit to anyone else, what she had finally admitted to herself that very morning was something she had suspected for a week - she was pregnant.
TBC