A/N:
Hey guys. So, sad news. This is the last chapter of Before the Deckers - because by the end of this chapter, they are officially "The Deckers".
I've had so much fun writing this story, and it's really bittersweet to let it go.
If anyone has any ideas of a new story, something they'd like to see, please feel free to let me know any time.
Thank you for reading this story I've given you, and I look forward to writing more.
Thanks,
G.
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"Last one." Trina says, putting the last picture frame up on the shelf, from the last box, of the last room full of boxes. All of their stuff was finally under one roof together.
Tom wraps his arm around her softly, kissing her head. "For a few moments there, I thought we weren't going to get finished before the big day." He coos.
She chuckles, biting her lip and looking up at him, "Oh come on, we have until...tomorrow." She says sarcastically, shaking her head. "I still have to make sure Mel is okay with bringing a lot of the food..."
He steps away and nods, "She called me this morning, double checked with me if that's what we still wanted to do." He explains, "So everything there is good. And we still have all of our guests coming."
She looks at him, stepping to him again and wrapping her arms around him before he scoops her up into his, and she wraps her legs around his waist to pull their bodies closer together before planting a kiss on his lips. "I can't wait to be Mrs. Decker, but can we just have one more time as Trina Russo and Tom Decker?" She asks.
He smirks a bit, walking forward a few steps and pressing her against the front door. "You mean our last time as a non-married couple? I think I can manage that." He teases, kissing her again and nibbling down her neck, lifting her arms up above her head to get better access to her breasts.
She lets out a moan, all while her mind is thinking about this will be the last time she has sex as a non-married woman. Tomorrow, she'll be his wife. She leans down and kisses his head, an odd move for her when he's doing naughty things to her. It must confuse him, because he picks his head up from her breasts and looks at her with a confused expression, "What's that for?" He asks softly.
A soft smile appears on her face, maybe one that shows a little embarrassment from being so out of character, "I just am really happy to have finally found a man who I love with all of my heart, Tom..." She whispers, kissing his head again. "A man who doesn't just...want me for my body, or want me for arm candy, or look at me as a sex toy. A man who looks at me and-"
"And sees an amazing young woman, with so much life ahead of her, so much promise." He whispers. "A woman who's been through a lot, and is now going to have someone by her side for the rest of her life to go through it all with." He says to her, kissing her lips lovingly.
She has misty eyes before she picks her head up and looks around their house. Their house. "I love you, Tom." She whispers, looking back down at him. "You're an amazing man."
"And you're an amazing woman, babe." He says, smiling sadly and kissing her again before slowly making his way up the stairs with her in his arms. They reach the bed, and he gently lays her down. She feels butterflies again, just like the first time in that hotel room after a flight. Back when Green Eyed Lady was playing on the radio, back when he could seduce her just with his damned mustache, back when neither of them knew it would turn into more than a one night stand.
She grabs her stomach and chuckles, rubbing it gently, "You give me such strong butterflies." She admits, looking up into his eyes seductively, blowing a kiss to him.
He smirks, kissing down her body and taking her dress off. "Do I?" He asks coyly, getting a moan out of Trina (and even she wasn't sure if it was out of annoyance from him being coy, or if it was because she was just that turned on).
"Oh, you do." She whispers, taking his clothes off quicker than normal, but with ease – she wasn't fumbling around at all. She looks at him and smiles again, reminiscing and taking it all in that tomorrow, she'll be married to this handsome man. While she was imagining and thinking, she hadn't hardly realized Tom had stripped her free of her clothes, and was feeling her wetness through her folds with his fingers. She shakes her head, "We don't need foreplay. I just want it." She whispers, making him smirk.
She knows he likes the foreplay, and she likes it too, sometimes, but sometimes they both just like to do it. Just to feel each other, feel him inside of her and moving like a well-oiled piece of machinery.
He slides in softly, leaning down to kiss down her chest as they both let out a moan, Tom's more of a whimper. "I don't know how you always feel so amazing, Trina." He whispers.
She shrugs playfully, wrapping her arms around his neck and gently scratching her nails against his skin – more like a tickle, a soothing touch. "I think I found what love feels like." She admits.
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"Mel?" Trina asks desperately as the woman, so graciously, is helping her with her veil. When she has the woman's attention, she turns to face her instead of looking at her in the mirror. "When I ask this question, it's going to sound silly." She admits.
"Oh, honey, I raised Tom. There are no silly questions anymore." She teases and winks at Trina, who gives the older woman a smirk.
"Well," She says and laughs, shaking her head, "Anyway, I want you...I'd like you to walk me down the aisle – since my father can't. He'd love to be here, he just-"
"Don't even ask me again." She says, and Trina felt her breath hitch in her throat, thinking the woman was mad. "I'd be so honored to walk you down the aisle, sweetie."
Trina lets a breath of relief come out of her mouth, and she smiles down at Mel before hugging her, and turning back to face the mirror. Her dress is simple, silk and loose around the top with capped sleeves, and a flowy (but not big) skirt and train on the bottom. The very bottom, right above the ground, was trimmed in white lace to give some more texture to it. Other than that, she looked simple – but absolutely stunning.
She couldn't help but smile when she saw her face through the veil, wondering what Tom will think of her like this. It seems like only yesterday she was checking her face in the lavatory on the plane before she brought Tom his coffee on one of her first days there, and now she's marrying the man.
"Whatcha think?" She hears Mel, breaking up her thoughts.
Trina looks over her shoulder at Mel, smiling a bit. "I think that I'm about to be married into the best family ever, a family I never had."
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They walk from the beach shack – the same place Tom and Trina had fought in that night about sex and other things. Trina is holding her train so she won't trip, watching the sand squish between her toes as she walks closer to the water. She's holding a simple bouquet in her hand, as well, and Mel has her arm intertwined with Trina's.
Mel stops them, smiling a little at the curly haired woman before clearing her throat. "Trina, I know I'm being the dad in this situation, but right now I'm going to be the mom. I know you didn't have a good relationship with your mom, Tom told me some of it – basically that she never really cared for you like she should've." Mel pauses and Trina feels tears gather in her eyes, getting emotional already. "I remember the day you came into my salon, Trina, and you told me you wanted red nails. You had told me about your nights, and such. Gosh, right then I couldn't believe a woman like you didn't have a loving man. Tom never crossed my mind once for you – but I'm so glad that you two came together. You made him a better man."
Trina feels a tear trickle down her cheek, and she wipes it before it falls from her chin. "Mel, you don't have to say th-"
"Yes, I do." Mel says, smiling like the old woman always did, and always does. "I'm proud of both of you. I love you both so much." She stops there, and goes on her toes to kiss Trina's forehead, then wipes the lipstick stain off that she'd just left.
It makes Trina laugh softly, and she bites her lip. "I guess I'm ready to be Mrs. Decker." She whispers.
Mel smiles and nods, "Then come on, let's get this moving." She says, taking her arm again and getting into place, directly in front of the minister.
One of Tom's buddies is playing the guitar as she walks down the aisle with Mel, holding her bouquet in front of her and looking at Tom with misty eyes. When she gets closer, she sees he has tear stains all down his cheeks. She never pinned him to be the type to cry in their wedding, but it makes her smile anyway.
She reaches the end with Mel, who turns to give her a kiss on the cheek before sitting down on the same bench as Rex was now sitting. Trina turns to Tom and they take each other's hands, giving each other a smile. "Hey." He whispers.
"Hey." She whispers back, sniffling as her smile gets bigger.
The minister starts, but they weren't listening to him. They were listening to each other's thoughts, somehow. They could talk through their eyes, she swears, and when he squeezes her hand, she squeezes back.
"Trina, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The minister asks Trina, who knows that is her cue.
"I do." She says, smiling even bigger at Tom. Her cheeks hurt, but she didn't mind.
The minister looks at Tom, nodding to him, "Tom, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" He asks him, and Tom nods.
"I do." He says, squeezing Trina's hands again.
They place the rings on each other's hands, and the minister says, "I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss your bride, Tom." He says, smiling at them both.
They lean into each other's lips, strongly, passionately, lovingly. It was a seal, a seal of their life together from now on. Never to be broken.
"I love you, Mr. Decker." Trina says, pressing her forehead against Tom's.
Tom smiles a bit, nodding, "I love you too, Mrs. Decker."
