Gunsmoke: Sometimes Love Part 2

I was shocked awake by the sound of a rifle and I opened my eyes just in time to see my mare break lose. I stood and scrambled inelegantly after her, but it was no use. I turned around with fire in my eyes to see Dan riding up. I was pissed now.

"Just what do you think you were doing?" I said with my hands on my hips.

"There was a rattle snake back there, so I killed it," he explained. He was probably out here looking at that land I overheard them talking about.

"Well, just great. Now my horse is gone!" I turned around and stalked off in the general direction she had gone. I heard him bring his horse up beside me.

"Kitty, what's wrong?" He probably saw my face and I probably looked a fright from all the crying I had done.

"Nothing," I said as I kept walking.

"Look, Kitty, finding the horse is no big deal. I'll help you get her back."

"No," I practically shouted at him. "I'll find her myself." I heard him dismount and come up behind me.

"Kitty, be reasonable here! It's starting to get pretty hot out here and things would go a lot faster if you would just mount up with me." I ignored him and just kept walking.

"Kitty!" he said exasperatedly as he grabbed my arm. I whipped around to face him.

"There you go touching me again!" I tried to yank free, but he wouldn't let go. "Let me go!" I yelled and gave him a shove to the chest that did absolutely nothing to move him.

"No, not until you calm down and tell me what's wrong!"

"Fine," I said. "What's wrong is that I hate you!" His brow furrowed. "I hate you for forgetting me and I hate you for falling in love with another woman!" I shouted at him. His grip loosened on my arm and I turned away crying into my hands. A few minutes went by with neither of us saying anything and then I felt him close behind me. He gently put his hands on my arms and spoke.

"Kitty…I'm so sorry," he said softly. I felt terrible. I slowly turned around to face him.

"No…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that to you. You didn't deserve any of that." I stood there sniffing and wiping my face and then he reached up and began brushing my tears away with his thumbs. It only made me cry more and he pulled me into a hug. We stayed that way for a few moments until I calmed down some.

"You know," he began softly, "These past few weeks…even from just the small amount of time that we have spent together…I…I can't believe I forgot you either." What a sweet thing to say. I was truly charmed and it just made me love him even more. Matt then took my hand and led me over to a nearby tree where he ordered me to sit. I watched as he walked back over to his horse and grabbed his canteen. He pulled a bandana from his back pocket as he walked back to me and sat down beside me. He wet the rag some and then brought it to my face.

"I'm sure I look terrible," I sniffed as I tried to take the rag away from him, but he held his hand away so I couldn't. Then he continued to wipe my cheeks and my runny nose. I watched his face as he did this and I saw such tenderness. My eyes traveled down to his mouth and my hand went to his face of its own will. My fingers lightly traced his strong jaw and then the hair around his mouth. After a time, I noticed that he had stopped wiping my face. The cloth was on the ground and his hand was resting on my elbow. I felt him pulling me closer and I didn't resist. This time, when his lips touched mine, I paid attention to the way his beard felt against my mouth. It felt good. I felt his tongue teasing my lips and I opened to him.

"Kitty…" he whispered against my mouth. His kisses trailed down to my jaw and then to my neck. "I don't remember the details," he said in between kisses, "But I remember the feel of you," his hand rubbed my hip, "The smell of you," he nuzzled my neck and tickled me with his beard, "The taste…" Before I knew it, my back was to the ground and Matt was on top of me as we kissed madly. It was like we couldn't get close enough. I knew that if one of us didn't stop we would end up making love right there. As good as it felt, I knew we had to stop. I knew that it wouldn't be right.

"Matt…" I said breathlessly as I pushed on his chest. "We have to stop." He rested his head on my shoulder for a few moments and I rubbed his back trying to help him calm down. After a bit, he stood and helped me to my feet. He held my hand as he untied the horse, having yet to say anything. He hoisted me up first and then climbed on behind me. He put his arm around my waist and we continued on in the direction of my mare and came to her, just a couple hundred yards away, grazing.

"Kitty, I'm falling in love with you..." he blurted. I turned around and faced him, shocked once again. He had such a vulnerable look on his face. He climbed down from the horse and then helped me down.

"Matt," I said facing him. It would be so easy to steal him away from Mike right then, but I knew that I had to put my feelings aside and tell him nothing but the right thing. "You've promised things to Mike," I said simply. I knew that Matt was a man with honor, a man who kept his word. Surely, amnesia couldn't have changed that. I reached for his hand before I spoke again to take the sting out of my words. "You haven't promised me anything." It was the truth. I pulled him into a tight hug and tried to hold my tears in check. I felt like I had just pretty much forced him into Mike's arms. Things would be so much easier if she was a liar, or a sneak, or something! But she wasn't. She was an innocent in this mess. We all were and that's what made everything so hard. I pulled back some and placed my hand on Matt's face. Then I pulled his head down and kissed him like it was the last.

Once again, we pulled away breathless. I grabbed the reins to my mare and climbed up. "Wait," he said. I watched as he grabbed the canteen from his horse and brought it back over to me. I took it with a shaky smile and trotted back toward Dodge alone.

mKm

I was in the general store shopping for a few things I would need on my trip. I thought about going back to New Orleans because it was familiar, but I had only left there three years ago and I was pretty sure that the reasons I left would still be there, so New Orleans was a no go. Maybe St. Louis or Chicago. New York had even crossed my mind. I wasn't sure about any place yet, but I knew that I was leaving. It had been another week and Matt hadn't come to see me once. I did see Mike around though and she seemed to be carrying on with business as usual. She didn't look particularly sad or anything, so I assumed she was the one he had chose. Knowing that for sure now, I knew that I couldn't sit by and watch Matt marry another woman. The train left out tomorrow evening and I would be on it.

My eyes were scanning the shelves when I heard someone come in. I didn't bother turning to see who it was. Then I noticed the footsteps approaching me and I turned around to look face to face at Mike.

"Hello, Miss Russell."

"Hello," I returned with a neutral face. I didn't feel much like smiling.

"I heard that you were leaving town," she said. Howie probably told her. If she knew, then that meant Matt probably knew also.

"That's right." She fidgeted a little with her handbag.

"Well, Miss Russell, I just wanted to tell you…that Matt's happy now." Pfft! She says that as if he wasn't before. If I had been in my right mind, I would have realized that she said that out of fear.

It was just later that night when I did realize it. I was just finishing my bath when there was a knock on the door. "Just a moment," I yelled as I hurried to put on a robe. I looked at the clock as I went to the door. The bar had closed just a few moments ago and I figured maybe it was Sam or Bill coming up to tell me something, so I didn't bother much with my appearance. I opened the door to see Matt leaning against the wall across from my door with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked a bit disheveled. His hair was a little messy, the top few buttons of his shirt were undone and his eyes looked tired. "Matt," I said as he pushed off the wall and came closer. I was surprised that it was him at first, but then I figured that maybe he just came to say goodbye.

"Kitty, can I come in. I need to talk to you." I simply moved aside and he walked by me. I wondered if he was surprised by the state of the room. Except for the bedding, two outfits, and a few toiletries, it was empty and all of my luggage was stacked near the door. "I heard that you were leaving," he said as he turned back around to face me.

"Yeah," I said as I stayed leaning against the now closed door. "I guess you came to say goodbye, huh?" I kept my gaze to the floor.

"No," he whispered. I whipped my gaze up at him and watched as he came closer. "I ended things with Mike tonight. She's going to be leaving tomorrow." My heart was beating fast. It always seemed to be doing that around him.

"You did?" I asked. He kept on coming closer.

"Yeah." He came to a stop directly in front of me and he took a hold of my hands. "I don't want you to leave, Kitty." He took my hands and put them around his neck, which caused me to have to press fully against him. Now don't get me wrong, I love, love, love my Matt Dillon, but I have to admit that amnesia Matt seems to be much more suave than regular Matt. I felt his large hands as they slid down to my waist, his thumbs lightly rubbing my stomach. I looked into his eyes and I saw, love, passion and gentleness. I leaned in and kissed him lightly and then I laid my head on his chest, reveling in the feel of him. He put his arms fully around me and hugged me tight. I wanted to be with him, but I knew that we had a lot to talk about.

My eyes began to water as we stood there quietly. I had been on am emotional carousel for so long now. I don't think I've ever cried so much in my life. I sniffed and Matt pulled away looking down at me. "Are you alright?" he asked me. I just nodded my head and gave him a small smile. He then led me over to the bed so we could sit. "I should probably tell you what happened," he said as we scooted back against the head board to get comfortable. I curled around him and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Only if you want to," I told him quietly, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious.

"You have a right to know," he said with a kiss to my forehead. "Kitty, I won't lie." I didn't want him to. "When I first woke up from my injury and saw Mike, I was very attracted to her and I did come to love her. She had been living with her father. I stayed with them for a long time…and then eventually, I asked her to marry me." He paused for a minute. "We were sort of caught up with each other for a while and never even gave much thought to trying to figure out who I was." They sure were caught up! They only had eyes for each other when they stepped off the stage. "Eventually, I did though and that's what led us to Dodge. Mike and her father suggested it." I was guessing that Mike was regretting that decision about now. "The first time I saw you here in Dodge," Matt continued, "You were coming out of the bank and I immediately felt drawn to you. I felt bad about that, too, considering I was with Mike. Then, when I saw you in the general store… It was like I couldn't think straight." That brought a smile to my lips. He had told me the same thing about when he first saw me three years ago, but he only told me a year after we had been together. "I was immediately attracted to you, but it went beyond a physical attraction. I felt like I knew you on a deeper level." He chuckled a little. "And I certainly didn't mean to go kissing you," he said sheepishly. "And then I couldn't get that dream out of my head…"

"It probably was more like a memory, Cowboy," I told him as I patted his chest. He sat up and looked at me, which caused me to have to readjust.

"You called me that a lot didn't you?"

"Cowboy? Yeah."

"I remember," he said smiling. We sat up for most of the night talking. He told me more about Mike and some of the things they had talked about doing. I could tell that he felt really bad about breaking things off with her, but he told me that he wasn't sorry about the decision he made. I told him a little more about his life in Dodge and it turned out that he had actually been remembering a few things. "I don't think Chester likes me," he stated. That caused me to laugh out loud. I looked up into Matt's face and I saw that he was pouting a little.

"Oh, Matt," I said, trying to control my laughter, "You're his best friend. I think he just doesn't know how to deal with the fact that you don't remember him," I explained.

"Hmm, maybe I'll make more of an effort to get to know him then."

"That'd be nice."

"Dr. Adams has been kind to me throughout all this, too." I nodded. "I'm not sure about some of the people in this town though. I've overheard some pretty rotten talk."

"Well, don't worry, too much, about them. Some of the people here will say anything that goes against you and I being together. They don't understand how the Marshal of Dodge City could have fallen for a worthless saloon girl," I told him simply. I think that upset him.

"Well, I don't give a damn what any of them say. All I know is that I love you," he said. He moved so that he was facing me. "Even though I had strong feelings for Mike, something inside of me knows that I've never felt anything like what I feel for you. As much as I hated to hurt her, I knew that it would be a mistake to marry her. I just wish that I could remember everything about you…us." He then leaned in and began nibbling my lips. I don't think a lifetime of kisses from him would be enough. We stayed that way for a long time and it was just the beginning of our rediscovery of each other.

mKm

Another month had gone by and things were starting to get back to some semblance of normal. Matt still had not regained his full memory, but he was making progress. Of all the things for him to remember, I thought for sure that he would remember his job because it was such an important part of his life, but so far he remembered nothing about it. I thought that was strange and I asked Doc about it.

"Well, Kitty, I've thought a lot about that, too," he said as we sat in his office one afternoon having coffee. "Sometimes, when a person gets amnesia, certain memories are suppressed more than others. I think in Matt's case, his job wasn't usually anything pleasant. But with you…his memories of you were probably the more happy times in his life. That's probably why he remembered you fairly quickly." That caused a shy smile to light my face. "But his job involved a lot of killing and violence and it probably isn't something he wants to recall."

Doc and I talked for a while longer and then I left to meet Matt. We had been spending an awful lot of time together and I loved every minute of it. I practically wallowed in every minute of it considering just a short time ago I thought I would never see him again. Fall was fast approaching and we decided to go out on a picnic and enjoy some of the last few warm days. I packed us a lunch of sandwiches, potato salad, and apple pie for dessert. We found a nice, secluded spot by the creek and spent the time talking and just being together.

"You want anything else to eat?" I asked him before we got cozy on the spread out blanket.

"Nah, not right now." I lay down on my back and gave a long, lazy stretch. Matt was lying on his side next to me, propped up by an elbow and looking down at me. We had taken our shoes off earlier when we decided to dangle our feet in the creek. "Tired?" he asked as he reached over and brushed a clump of hair from my forehead.

"Just a little," I smiled. I reached my hand up and rubbed his now clean shaven face. I was so surprised when he came into the saloon one day and his goatee was gone. I was growing rather fond of it. When I asked him why he shaved it he told me that it reminded him, too much, of the time when he couldn't remember me. Aww. He was such a sweet man. It was no surprise that woman were always after him.

He took my hand and kissed the palm. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Matt." I pulled him down on top of me and we kissed and kissed. We had come close many times, but we had yet to make love. I think most of the resistance came from me. Something kept on telling me that we should wait, but it had been a month now and I didn't want to wait anymore. The spot we had chosen gave us plenty of privacy and even if someone did find us, we would hear them long before they saw us.

I let Matt know I was ready by deepening our kisses. I teased his lips with my tongue and trailed kisses down his jaw and to his neck. "Are you sure, Kitty?" he asked me.

"Yes," I breathed. My body was missing the feel of his. He pulled back and we both sat up. I kneeled across his lap and began unbuttoning his shirt as we exchanged more kisses. I felt his hands traveling around to my back where he began unbuttoning my dress. I then pulled his shirt free from his pants and pushed it off of his shoulders, exposing his well muscled chest that was covered in a light layer of hair. I ran my fingers through it and then I leaned forward and lightly bit his shoulder as he finished with my buttons. He pushed the dress down to my waist, my shift still covering my body.

"Stand up," he told me. I did so and he followed me. His hands pushed my dress the rest of the way down my hips as my hands worked on his belt. He helped me lift the shift over my head and I watched as he took in the sight of my body. His large hand gently massaged my breast while the other caressed my hip. The feel nearly made me swoon. I pushed his pants and underwear down his legs and my eyes roamed the length of his body. I reached out to touch him and then I looked up into his hooded eyes as he leaned down to kiss me. He guided me back down to the blanket and gently pressed his body against my own. He proceeded to love me inch by inch and I returned the favor with pleasure.

kMk

Much later, we lay on the blanket softly caressing and dozing. I was almost asleep when Matt spoke. "Kitty?" he said close to my ear.

"Yes?"

"I've been doing a lot of thinking lately," he said as his fingers played in the curvature of my lower back. "I want us to live together." That woke me up. I looked into his eyes and I saw the seriousness there.

"I think I'd like that," I told him. He smiled and then suddenly he sat up.

"Where're my pants?" he said looking around.

"Right here," I said as I lifted up. I had been using them as a pillow. I watched as he grabbed them and started searching through the pockets. He pulled out a small box, but silly me thought nothing of it. "I thought there was something hard I was lying on," I said as I rubbed my head a little. I continued watching as Matt opened the box and pulled out a small gold band. There went my heart again.

"Kitty, I don't ever want us to be apart again. I want you to be my wife and the mother of my babies… Will you marry me?" I pretty much just stared at him with my mouth hanging open. I never even saw it coming.

"Kitty?" he said. His face was starting to fall a little.

"Matt…I…" Tears came to my eyes out of nowhere and poured down my cheeks. Matt scooted closer to me and took me in his arms while I continued to cry.

"Please, don't cry…you don't have to say yes…its okay," he said rocking me. I wanted more than anything in the world to say yes, but I was scared. After I had calmed down some, I pulled back and looked into his face.

"I'm sorry, Matt," I sniffed. He reached for his shirt and blotted my face with it.

"Its okay, Kitty. I thought you would be happy though."

"I am happy," I said unconvincingly with a watery smile. "I'm just…scared."

"Scared of what?" he asked me softly. I had a lot of explaining to do. I took a deep breath and began.

"Matt, before, when you were the marshal, you're job was very important to you. You took a lot of pride in it and you were a good marshal. It came with a price though," I explained. "You told me from the beginning that you couldn't promise me a future. Sure, there were plenty of times when we dreamed and imagined and talked about someday, but you never felt that you had the right to have a wife…or a family. Your job would always pose a threat to them, you told me."

"But Kitty, things are different now," he told me. "I'm not the marshal anymore…and I don't want to be. What I want is for you and me to have a life together." I wanted so badly to just go with it.

"Oh, Matt, don't you see? I know it's been a slow progress, but you have been getting your memory back. What if you start remembering being the marshal? All those feelings could come back with it." He had such a sad look on his face. I put my hand to his cheek. "Matt, I love you more than anything, but I don't want to stand in between you and something that I know is so important to you," I finished.

"Kitty, I know I don't remember everything about my past, but I do know that we came very close to losing each other forever. I don't want that to happen again and I know that my being the marshal is in part to blame. I'm not trying to talk you into saying yes here, but I know that you are the most important thing in my life. Maybe this is a second chance for us…for me to do it right this time." All I could do was hug him tight. We stayed that way for a while until I spoke again.

"Matt, I do want to marry you," I said making a decision, "And I want to wear your ring, but I think maybe we should just be engaged for now." I could see renewed hope in his eyes. "We could just wait for a little while…just in case." He nodded his agreement. I watched as he took my hand and slipped the ring on it. It glinted in the bright sun and I couldn't stop the huge smile that spread across my face. We shared a few more kisses, got dressed and then headed back in to town.

mKm

It was awful hard not to get caught up in Matt's excitement. We decided to keep things to ourselves for a while. It seemed like Dodge was always in our business in some way, shape or form and it was nice to have this to ourselves. Even though we were supposed to be taking things slow, we talked about it all of the time and we even made a few plans to buy a house and some land. Matt had told me that he wanted to buy some cattle and become a rancher. It was nice to hear him talk about it because before, he always told me that if he wasn't a lawman that he would want to be a rancher. Sometimes I wondered what I would do with myself once we moved. I was so used to working that I really didn't have a chance to get into any hobbies, but I guess maybe I would now. I always liked the idea of making my own clothes. I already had a little practice in sewing, I could make a shirt if I had to, but now I would have the chance to learn more. I could clean if I had to. I would definitely have to do some cooking, but I already knew how to do that. I was just careful who I let know it. It was funny. A lot of people probably didn't think I knew how to do anything but work in a saloon--little did they know.

Matt had practically moved into the Long Branch with me. He didn't have very many belongings and most of what he did have was in my room. He did have a room at the boarding house though, just in case. We had decided that I would simply become a silent partner of the Long Branch. I hadn't told anyone, but I hoped to one day be sole owner of the Long Branch. Matt and I had learned of a homestead that was about ten miles away from Dodge. It was six and a half acres and it had its own pond. We had ridden out a couple of times to look at it and see what work would need to be done. It was really a very nice piece of land and we would be able to buy it for five hundred dollars. It was a very good deal. Matt was a little disappointed at first seeing as he only had three hundred dollars saved from his time as marshal. I gently reminded him that I had money, too, which I had already started thinking of as our money. It would help us buy the ranch and we would have a little money to simply live off of.

"I know, Kitty, but I wanted to be able to buy our home for you."

"Matt," I said giving him a kiss on the forehead, "Don't worry about it. Once we get the ranch started, you'll be able to make a profit and then you can spend all the money you want on me." That got him to smile.

Aside from planning our future together, we also made sure to make time for our friends. Doc, Chester and occasionally the new marshal would join us for drinks at the Long Branch most nights. Matt was reestablishing his relationships with Doc and Chester and he even had a few memories of them. Doc believed that he was making fine progress. In the back of my mind, I was still scared that he would remember his time as marshal. Things were going so well and we were only a few weeks away from being married. I just knew that any minute he would have a flashback and all of our plans would be for nothing. It definitely didn't help my nerves when Chester and Marshal Wayne talked about this and that criminal that they brought in or ran out of town. I would watch Matt's face as they talked and he had a general interest, like Doc or myself, but nothing more. It was as if being a lawman was completely out of his system.

kMk

We were now only a week away from getting married. We told Doc and Chester and some of our other friends and they were more than happy for us. I didn't want a big ceremony. Something small would do me just fine and Matt agreed. It turns out his room at the boarding house came in handy after all. I made him sleep there until our wedding day. He wasn't happy about that, but I wanted things to be special. We still spent most of the days together though. One afternoon in particular, we were having lunch at Delmonico's.

"So everything is set," he told me as he cut into his chicken, "We got the deed last week…"

"Right. It's in the safe at the Long Branch." We were going through a mental checklist to make sure everything was in order.

"We'll have a shipment of cattle three weeks from now. I've been going out and doing work to the place everyday. I fixed that busted window and the fences still need a little work, but everything is going just fine." He took a drink of his coffee. "Have you squared everything up at the Long Branch?" he asked.

"Yeah, everything is settled with Bill," I told him as I finished with the last bite of my food. I took one last sip of coffee, dabbed the corners of my mouth and sat my napkin down.

"You ready?"

"Sure am," I said. Matt pulled a dollar from his pocket and sat it on the table. We walked toward the door and he put his arm around my waist as we stepped out onto the boardwalk.

"Did you find a dress?" he whispered to me as we headed toward the post office. I smiled up at him and winked. I did find a dress and it was nice and simple and beautiful.

We continued along when suddenly there were shouts and gunfire coming from the jail. Matt immediately placed his body in front of mine as we both tried to see what was going on. A brown haired man slowly backed out of the jail with a gun pointed toward the open door. He looked around, spotted a horse near by and made his way to it. Matt and I watched as he galloped past. Then, Chester came running out of the building, yelling for someone to get Doc. "Stay here," Matt told me as he ran across the street to the jail. I stayed watching for a while and eventually a few men came out carrying Marshal Wayne toward Doc's. He appeared to be conscious, but he had a bad wound on his leg and his shoulder. Matt was still inside. The immediate danger seemed to be over, so I figured Matt would be okay and I began walking back toward the Long Branch. I had only walked about five steps when I heard my name being called. "Kitty," Matt said as he jogged across the street to me. And once again, there went my heart, but it was for a different reason this time. It was out of fear. In his hand was a rifle and I was so scared that everything I had feared to happen was happening. "Kitty, listen, Chester needs my help going after this man since Wayne can't make it. I promise I'll be back just as soon as I can." I'd heard that line so many times in the past. I just stood there as he took my chin and leaned down to kiss me. He ran over to the stables and I watched as he and Chester rode out.

mKm

The sun had set long ago and they still weren't back yet. I sat in my office staring at some paperwork that I had yet to touch. I was too busy worrying and trying to wrap my mind around the fact that Matt and I probably wouldn't be going through with our wedding. Today only proved that he still had a need to be involved with the law and I wasn't going to try and stop him…it was a part of him. When he got back, I would simply tell him that I couldn't marry him. Truthfully, I would marry him whether he was a lawman or not, but I knew how he felt about that and I would only be a worry to him. I loved him too much to try and force him into anything. I was determined not to impede his work in any way.

By the time the Long Branch closed, they still weren't back. I sat in my room going about my nightly rituals. Then I crawled into bed and laid there for hours until I finally fell asleep.

Breakfast, lunch and even dinner had passed the next day and they still weren't back. I guess you could say that things were getting back to normal around here. Matt was gone after some dangerous criminal and I was left here worrying. I was in my room, once again, getting ready for bed. My wedding dress was hanging in the corner and I stood and walked to it. I ran my hand down the lacey, cream colored fabric and then I grabbed it by the hanger and stuffed it into the armoire where I usually kept all my other dresses, but they were still packed away for when we moved to the ranch. All of my stuff was. Matt was supposed to come by with a wagon tomorrow to take everything to the house so it would be ready when I got there. I hadn't been by to see the place in weeks. It was supposed to be a surprise for our wedding day. Matt told me he would leave the decorating up to me though, of course, so everyday I would go by the store and pick out wallpaper and different things that we would need. I closed my eyes to clear my thoughts and went to bed.

The next night, I was standing on the balcony when he walked in. This was it. I would tell him that the whole thing was off and that would be that. I stood up straight when his eye caught mine. I squared my shoulders as he climbed up the steps to meet me. He looked so worn out as he trudged up the steps. He gave me a tired smile as he reached the top and then he walked straight up to me and enveloped me in a big hug. "I missed you, Kitty." My natural response was to hug him back just as tight. Then he gave me a big ol' kiss. If we had looked down to the floor, we would have seen plenty of eyes staring up at us, but I didn't care. Never before had Matt been so openly physical in expressing how much he missed me. He usually saved that for when we were alone. The longer he kissed me, the more I kept thinking that maybe I was being to hasty in my decision to call things off. After a few more moments he pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.

"You stink," I told him. He gave me a huge grin and I pulled him into my room. I fixed him a bath and while he was washing, I went downstairs to get him something to eat. After that we slept for a few hours and he woke me up during the middle of the night. Needless to say, we broke our promise of waiting and we made love well into the morning. I never did get around to telling him that I had called the whole thing off.

mKm

"We should just elope," he told me the next morning as we lounged in bed. I turned my head and looked at him.

"Okay." He looked at me a little curious, like he wasn't sure if I was serious or not.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Like today?"

"Yeah, why not? What are we waiting for?" I questioned as I sat up, liking the idea more and more. "We should get up right now, get dressed and go over to the church." I know that it was my idea to wait in the first place, but now…now I was sick of waiting. We were so close to the day anyway, what would it hurt for us to hurry it along? Matt stared at me a little longer and then he smiled.

"Okay."

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So, we split up to get things ready and three hours later we were standing in the empty church as the reverend spoke to us. I stared into Matt's eyes with tears falling from my own and I saw that he was truly happy. It was in that moment that I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he wanted this just as much as I did. I would have been making a huge mistake if I had called things off before. I think this is a moment that every girl dreams about, but I never thought that it would actually be happening to me.

I watched as he placed the ring on my finger and the tears came even harder. What was happening between us was so much more than this worldly ceremony. What I felt for Matt Dillon went beyond the physical. I felt like my spirit was forever connected to his and the feeling was so overpowering. I closed my eyes as his lips touched mine. I hugged him to me and whispered I love you into his ear. He picked me up and spun me around and I giggled with happiness. I was now Mrs. Matthew Dillon.

We thanked the reverend profusely and walked out of the church hand in hand to our waiting wagon. It wasn't the most romantic ride in the world, but since we moved the wedding forward, we had to pack everything in a hurry to take with us. Matt helped me up and I watched as he walked around to the other side and climbed up. He grabbed the reigns and we were on our way to start our life together.

Sometimes love went beyond what you ever imagined it could be.

The End.