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Michael's body was so warm and cozy. The sun was coming through the window, illuminating my closed eyelids.

I took a deep breath and curled myself closer to my fiancé's body.

Months had passed and in less than three months we will officially be husband and wife. Of course that thinking about the ceremony made my nerves scream. Grandmére is impossible with the preparations for the wedding and the only thing she allows me to do is choose the dress and the flower bouquet. The truth is that I had given up on insisting that this was my wedding and that, even though she could help, I was the one who commanded the reins of the wedding.

Every time we had this "discussion" she would say that she wasn't feeling good and that I was being ungrateful and that she was near her end of life and that this was a unique event. On one hand I understood her; after all I was her only granddaughter and she wanted to please me but, would it hurt her to be a little less intransigent?!

It bothered me a bit to have to resign myself but I also wanted to please her. I just wanted the day to come and get this over with.

Michael was awake.

I knew it because he was playing with my hair. I didn't want to open my eyes. Open my eyes meant more work, more Grandmére, more paparazzi trying to find out what would happen at the wedding… yes, the ceremony will be broadcast on Genovia channels, another thing to mess with my nerves. The more days that passed the more I thought about running away with Michael. I wanted the wedding, of course I wanted the ceremony and the after party, after all every women dreamt of marrying with veil and wreath but… when I thought about marrying Michael I dreamed with a simple party, without the press and guest I didn't even know. Only our family and friends.

I guess this is a price we have to pay for being worldwide known.

His lips kissed my forehead gently, trying to wake me up.

"Good morning." He said, his voice still heavy with sleep.

I buried my face in his neck and hugged him, getting slightly on top of him. The fact that we were naked released another kind of feeling.

My body was beginning to wake up.

"I don't want to wake up…" I replied.

Michael laughed and ran his hand down my body stopping at my ass. He gave it a little squeeze and pulled me completely over him. My hot center brushing against his hard member.

"If you don't wake up I can't make love to you." He said, in a tone of fact, while biting my ear lightly.

A faint sigh broke free from my throat. The power this man has over me is unbelievable.

I sat on top of him, lifting my torso with my arms, placing my hands on either side of his head. My long blonde hair felt like a curtain on our faces, separating us from the outside world.

It was just us.

"You know what my idea of a perfect day is?" I asked him lowering my body and rubbing my breasts against his chest. Our mouths millimeters away.

"Um…" His hands went up and down my body, caressing, shivering, marking, claiming.

"You. Me. A bed."I answered, rolling my hips. I was wet and feeling his hard against me took my breath away.

"I think I'd like that day." He whispered, kissing me gently. A hand dropped my body to grab his cock and put it at my entrance. I moaned when he pushed inside.

He felt so good. He made me complete, loved, cherished.

"No phones. No one to annoy us." I mumbled, moving my hips and accommodating him deeper inside me.

Michael lifted his torso, sitting on the bed with me straddling him.

His hand stroked my face and got lost in my hair, pulling our mouths closer. His mouth devoured me, biting, licking, sucking every drop of saliva. Claiming me as his.

This was my idea of heaved.

Me, embracing and involving Michael, and him inside me. Loving me with all of his strength.

A noise sounded in the hall but I only gave it importance when Michael stopped moving inside me.

A groan of frustration came off my mouth. And then I heard.

The doorbell.

I dropped my head on Michael's shoulder and took a deep breath.

"Please tell me I'm not hearing right." I murmured against his skin.

Michael's hands fell down my back and stooped in my butt.

"Fuck." He said grabbing me and turning us in bed. I clung to him, not letting him separate the bodies. I didn't want him to leave me. If we ignored maybe whoever was ringing the bell would go away.

Michael didn't leave me.

His mouth attacked mine as his thrusts increased speed. What once was slow and romantic now was fast and exhilarating.

Our release came together.

I opened my eyes and stared at his.

There were no words to describe my feelings for this man.

I kissed him with love, running my hands through his back.

Then the damn bell rang again.

"They will get the door down…" Michael murmured, smiling at me.

After a few minutes he got up and put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He kissed me and left the room.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I heard voices in the room and knew immediately that whoever that was had come into the house, and was rude if I didn't greet them.

I got up and put on a black shirt and red yoga pants. I tied my long blond hair in a ponytail and went out the door.

In the living room were Lily, Tina and Lana.

"Good morning, Pg." Lily said lively.

"Good morning… is there something wrong?" Why would they be here so early?

"No, of course not… but we have an emergency on our hands." Tina said, getting up from the couch and picking up some bags.

"But first, Michael, you have to go away."

"Excuse me?" I said. What was going on?

"This is a girl emergency. Michael, go to Boris. Go, go." Lily replied, pushing Michael to the door.

"Lily!"

"I'm going to elope with Lucas!" Lana shouted with joy, jumping up and down.

I'm sure my jaw hit the ground.

Lana?!

Getting married?! And who the hell was Lucas?!

"Who is Lucas?" I asked confused.

"Come on, geek, Lucas is my boyfriend. We met a month ago. And we decided to take this step. The wedding will be in a few hours on the beach. We need to get dress. I brought the dresses. I had to choose yours, Mia, but I think I got your number." Lana said very fast and happily, rummaging in the bags and taking out dress after dress. Makeup and hair accessories next.

When Lana showed me the dress I was amazed. It was beautiful and simple.

Pale pink, short with a sweetheart neckline, strapless and with a flowing skirt.

Tina's dress was orange, to the knee with straps that tied behind her neck. Lily's was black and flowing with straps. The three of us were beautiful. For the hair I chose a high ponytail, and Tina and lily both chose to leave their hair loose.

Lana… well, Lana was eccentric, no doubt about that.

Her dress was long, strapless and very tight to the body. It had a long slit up to her thigh. Nothing unusual for a wedding dress, if it was not pink.

Yes, bright PINK!

But that was Lana.

Lily told me Michael, Boris and Kenny would also go to the wedding because in all these years, they become great friends to Lana. The trip to the beach was short and joyful. Lars, when he saw us just smiled and shook his head.

We probably looked like crazy people.

When my feet touched the sand I felt a thud in my heart.

Beside me were my friends looking at me, smiling. And then I realized.

At the bottom of a red carpet, next to a white table with flowers and a judge, it was not Lucas who was waiting for the bride.

It was Michael.

Dressed in black suit pants and an untucked white shirt.

"What the…"

The wedding was not for Lana.

It was for me!

On one side of the red carpet were Michael and Lily's parents and some of his friends and on the other were my parents, Mr. G, my brother and my friends.

My father came up to me, smiling with a bouquet of flowers. Red and white tulips. My favorites.

"We all know the nightmare your grandmother is being. This is the wedding Michael and your friends want to offer you." My father said, stroking my face and wiping the tear the stubbornly fell.

"Dad…"

"Be happy, Mia… and enjoy your day." He said, kissing my forehead and offering me his arm.

I smiled and laced my arm in his. The path to Michael was unreal. I saw no one beside him. I knew my friends were smiling at me and that my mother and Tina were crying, but I just saw Michael.

I saw the intensity that clouded his eyes; I saw the smile that lit up his face; I saw how calm he was at seeing me walk down to him; I saw the love he felt for me.

When my hand touched his I just wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. My face hurt from smiling so much.

The judge was speaking but I couldn't hear him and I'm sure Michael couldn't either.

"We are gathered here today…."

At that moment I could only see Michael. See our future, see our entire history that lead to this moment.

"I do." Michael said, answering the judge.

"I do." I said too.

And finally, finally Michael's lips touched mine.

Our family and friends clapped and whistled, screaming of happiness for us. Our mouths would not separate. My hands gripped Michael's hair pulling him closer to me and I smiled. I smiled a lot because I couldn't imagine greater happiness.

When we parted, Michael's eyes were bright and happy.

"You look gorgeous, Mrs. Moscovitz." He said proudly. That had been another struggle. A fight Grandmére had lost because she didn't want me to have Michael's last name. But that had been one of my conditions to accept the wedding she wanted, or else I would run away with Michael. So, even though contradicted, she accepted it. And now I was officially Mrs. Moscovitz.

This ceremony was what counted. In the eyes of justice we were married.

"I love you, Michael." I kissed him again. "Thank you." I said, against his lips.

Michael smiled and squeezed my waist.

The guest came up to us and gave us their congratulations, wishing all the best and celebrated with us our happiness.

The day could not have gone better.

The party was at the beach with Michael's former band playing. My heart melted when Michael sang to me. My love for this man grew every second, so much that someday my heart would explode.

When the sun was about to set, Michael and I distanced ourselves from the party.

We sat on the sand, with the sea playing at our feet. Michael sat up and pulled me to his chest, wrapping my waist with his arms.

"Did you like the surprise?" He asked, biting my ear lightly.

I laced my fingers with his and snuggled closer against his chest.

"You knew who was knocking at the door, this morning." I said, watching the sun set.

"I did… I just didn't though they would come so early." He replied, kissing my neck.

I blushed remembering what the girls had interrupted.

I smiled and turned around in his arms. I laced his face with my hands and got on my knees in front of him.

"Thank you, my love." I told him, leaning my forehead against his, "For making my dream come true."

Michael smiled and hugged my waist, lying on the sand and pulling me to him.

"I love, Mia. Everything I do is to make you happy, and I know how your grandmother is controlling everything and I would never let her spoil your dream wedding. So she can have that superfluous wedding she spent years devising for you, as long as you have the one you always dreamed of. And you're happy."

Lying on our side, with my legs entwined in his, hands wrapping his face and lips closed to his, I fell in love all over again.

"To be happy, I just need you to be here, by my side. Next to me. In sickness and in health, in richness and in poorness, in good and bad times, in my grandmother's craziness, in the memories we will make. Forever."

"Deal." He answered.

This was my dream.

Michael and me. Together.


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