A new saga – Part 2
(Quinn)
And here we go. The ceremonial coordinator spoke with someone on the radio before virtually require that my family and I got out of the room. My father held my hand and he was the only person who seemed unchanged around me. My mother began to cry and Frannie held her side, giving her support. My mother went to the chair reserved to her, while Frannie was joining the other bridesmaids: Santana, Brittany and Mercedes. My best men were Johnny, Mike and Santiago.
"Ready?" My father asked and I just nodded.
Then we heard the trio start playing "Jesus, Joy of Men" by Bach. Rachel and I, for simplicity, wanted for our wedding just a solo guitar to compose the score of the ceremony, but Santiago's friend knew some musicians... well, the trio was great. I chose the music I wanted to walk down the aisle and I always thought this Bach piece was the most beautiful music in marriages that I've watched throughout my life, especially in the church I attended in Lima. I know that my marriage was not religious, but I wanted to put some of my Christian belief.
We started walking. The room wasn't that big, not many steps separated me from the aisle. I controlled my emotions and walked as a Fabray beside my father. I honestly didn't even see the faces of the guests who were standing along the path, but I smiled at them. I smile at everyone as my heart pounded like a heavy-metal drummer inside. What a beautiful contrast, right? On the outside, the sweetest music filled the room. Internally, it was as if my body was reacting to the sound of Pantera.
At the end of the route, when the justice of the peace was already on standby, my father kissed my cheek and waved to Mike, already positioned to be close to me as a good best man. I waved at my bridesmaids who would be next to Rachel. Even with emotions in turmoil, I still managed to notice that Santana and Frannie tried to become more distant from each other as possible. The trio finished playing the melody and the people remained standing. It was time to wait for Rachel.
I think I stopped breathing when I saw Shelby bypassing the hall to sit beside my mother. Beth was sitting there in a chair on the Berry-Lopez side. I smiled at my daughter and even though she hadn't complied, I was grateful for my Beth was able to attend my wedding. Shelby winked at me and waved. Everything was in order in the universe.
The trio began playing "Fly me to the Moon" and I couldn't avoid the smile. This song was so Rachel: standard, popular, played by great voices, and that perfectly reflected her condition. Or, at least, I wanted to think so.
Then she entered the hall accompanied by Juan Lopez. Veil on her face. My heart skipped a beat or two. Rachel was the most beautiful bride in the world!
...
(Rachel)
We arrived at the hall door. The ceremonial was so well organized that I didn't see Quinn at any time, and I was very anxious. My father sighed. We both were very nervous and I saw that he was struggling to maintain his posture. It should not be easy for an austere and tough man show some of his fragile and emotional side.
"Fly me to the Moon?" He asked softly when my music started.
"You know how much I like Diana Krall's version."
"Didn't I teach you anything about Sarah Vaughan?"
"Papi!"
The brief conversation served to a slight relaxation. It was good to wonder a bit of nervousness that we were feeling. Michele gave us the nod and we started walking again. Then, I saw her: the most beautiful bride of the world. I stared at her. Quinn was literally like a Greek goddess in that white dress. She was Aphrodite. Yes, she could only be the goddess of love, even if she had moments of Athens and Hades. My jaw dropped? I don't know, maybe yes. I was simply enchanted. What I did to deserve marry such a beautiful creature?
When we got to the altar, my father gave me a kiss on the forehead then he kissed Quinn on her cheek. Then he completed the ritual to give myself to my fiancée. Quinn took my hand and we stayed in front of the justice of the peace.
…
(Santana)
It was a wedding for 60 guests, as Rachel wanted: small party, but not that small. Quinn's parents were sitting along with Beth and Shelby in reserved seats on the right side. Mike, as Quinn's main best man, was standing behind Quinn. I must admit that the bitch was breathtaking. My sister wasn't behind. It was indeed a beautiful and different couple: Quinn is this classic beauty, and Rachel is quite ethnic beauty, a misfit that became a hot young woman.
Anyway, I stood on the left side of the altar as the main maid of honor, holding the ring that my sister will put on Quinn's finger. Rachel and papi walked down the aisle fairly quickly. She had a nervous smile frozen on her face, and he was tearfully. It was touching when papi "gave" his daughter in the hands of Quinn. His job was done.
Rachel and Quinn settled before the JP. He took the microphone and smiled at the couple before him.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is a great pleasure to be here, in a comfortable and familiar environment. As you know, this isn't a religious ceremony, although it had been honored to come here to say a few words before the brides sign the marriage license.
"I knew that Quinn Fabray is Christian, while Rachel Berry-Lopez is Jewish. Different religions, but they have the same basic principles: to love God and neighbor. We know that the principles are not always met by us, and even are distorted by phrases out of context, the misinterpretation by not understanding of metaphors that lead many to find in love words subsidies to justify atrocities. Love is just love. If God is pure love, he can't hat anyone or anything, so why should we hate? It's just nonsense.
"It's worth some reflection. To love God is to respect each other. It is respect the differences and coexist. It's the respect between mere strangers, colleagues, friends, family, between parents and children and between couples. This is simple in theory, but how difficult is living with someone that doesn't think or act like you! It's a challenge we all must to embrace everyday in society.
"Rachel and Quinn now have one more big challenge: respect within the intimacy of marriage. For the eyes of young and enthusiastic young adults as we see so many out there, delighted with each other and looking at the documentation that formalize the immense love they feel for each other, the marriage seems simple. But it isn't. I'm sure that so many here can tell you, Rachel and Quinn.
"Marriage is a daily exercise of coexistence. It's much more than romantic declarations and share the same roof. Marriage means companionship, respect, resignation, partnership, care, tolerance. It is the commitment to make a family. It means, above all, the mutual love with your body and soul. Love and faith can moves mountains, do you know the meaning of move mountains?"
"It means overcoming obstacles." Rachel replied weakly.
"Exactly!" The JP continued. "Moving Mountains is an act of faith and love, but it is only possible with hard work. And having someone that you love by your side makes the path with all its obstacles looks better. Those who marry seek to achieve their personal evolution with the help of person they love. If you are able to build this home in rock and showered with love, more than that, play these good principles in the environments in which you are, so Rachel and Quinn, you not only will be loving god, as well as helping to build a better society with your good examples and actions. As you see, the responsibility is such, but if you work together, and love and respect each other, you will prosper."
The JP put his glasses and took a paper that looked the official license judging by the watermark.
"Do you with say your own votes?" They nodded. "Very well, then."
Rachel and Quinn turned to face each other with their hands joined. Quinn started the vows.
"It's hard to say better words to Rachel after all that were said here. Thank you, by the way." The JP nodded and some laughs came from the guests. "I researched in books things that I could say to you, but it seemed wrong use words of others. It's the heart of somebody else, not mine. So, I'm here to say how much I love you and I'm not afraid to sound lame because what I'm saying is how I deeply think and wish.
"Rachel, you may cause me my death someday, because my heart beats faster every time it sees you. My heart is stubborn. Every time I ask it to be a little rational, it doesn't listen because it loves you so much that sometimes it acts like a crazy. And do you know what? It's a wonderful feeling that I can't help it. Rachel Berry-Lopez, I love you with all my logic, heart, soul, body, intelligence, stupidity, insecurity, pride. Anyway, all this set of qualities and defects that make who I am just loves you. I am so selfish that all I want is you stay by my side for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy for the rest of our lives. You make me a better person, you give me direction, and at the same time, you just let me be. Without you, I'm just a shell. So, please, be with me, and let me love you with all my being. Does this is too much to ask?"
"Not really." Rachel replied. I wanted to see my sister's face this time. A pity she had her back to me. Certainly, she was crying.
Then it was Rachel turn to make her vows.
"I am almost speechless, which is ironic because you say all the time that I am the eloquent of the house. You represented many things throughout my life. In first, you were my torment, my opponent, and sometimes my bully. Now, you're my love, my companion, my accomplice. The love I feel for you is so big that it's impossible to measure it with words or even actions. All I know is that I desire to continue by your side because you bring me an incomprehensible happiness. Before you, I was just a little self-centered diva that struggled too much to have things that didn't make sense. After you, well… I'm still a diva, you know?" We all laugh a little bit. "But you helped me to be more a centered person, not self-centered. Now, I know what I want and why I want. You taught me this, and you taught me how to love with all my body and soul. And I'm sure we will teach each other a lot of other things. You make me complete, Quinn Fabray. We make sense together. We are a big deal, so please accept me and take me with you wherever you go!"
"Of course, my lady."
The JP smiled and began to make standard speech, asking if it was free will that the two were there at the altar, if someone had something against marriage, etc., etc.
"Rachel Barbra Berry-Lopez, do you accept Lucy Quinn Fabray as your lawful wife?"
"I do."
"Lucy Quinn Fabray, do you accept Rachel Barbra Berry-Lopez as your lawful wife?"
"I do."
This was the time when I step up to give the ring that Rachel put in Quinn, and Mike did the same, giving Quinn the ring she put on Rachel's finger. The two put exchanged the rings and kissed the hands of each other. It was touching.
"Now, the signatures." The JP showed the official papers that needed to be signed by the brides and the two witnesses: Mike and I. It could only be us, after all, Rachel, Quinn, Mike, and I moved in together to New York, we lived together during the first two years in the city, we strive together and survive together. After we left the houses of our parents, Rachel, Quinn, Mike and I formed a family.
The string trio began playing "True Love Ways" by Buddy Holly. Rachel told me this particular story she had with this song. It was the day that I told her I got in Stuyvesant High and would move to New York. We fight in the school and Quinn was behind her. Rachel said Quinn consoled her singing this song before they kiss. I think it was the first time. Or am I wrong? Anyway, "True Love Ways" became their song.
Rachel first signed it. Then Quinn. I was the next to pick up the pen and hadn't noticed how much I was shaky. But I signed right in place of Rachel Berry-Lopez's witness. When I finished, I went to the brides and kissed and a hugged each before returning to my position. Mike did the same.
The JP checked the paperwork and smiled.
"By signing the marriage license, Rachel Barbra Berry-Lopez will now be called Rachel Pezberry Fabray. And Lucy Quinn Fabray will be called Quinn Pezberry Fabray."
Pezberry? I know that if Rachel kept our surname, her full name would be gigantic, but do a mashup of our surnames was hilarious and amazing solution. I looked to Zaide and papi. Well, they were also astonished. I wonder how many hours Rachel took to find this new surname to join Lopez and Berry and stay satisfactorily sound.
"By the power conferred on me by the laws of the State of New York, I declare you married. You may kiss the bride."
Quinn then removed my sister's veil and they kissed. It wasn't a kiss like in the movies, but even a blind man in Ohio could feel the love that emanated from them. Needless to say that the applause was enthusiastic and they two turned to the guests to thank.
Zaide came down the aisle. Firstly, he received a tender kiss from Rachel and Quinn. He said something I couldn't hear and then wrapped a glass in a napkin and broke it. Among the many meanings, what I enjoyed most was the metaphor that says even when broken, we can be reconstituted. That Also had the metaphor that we are mortal and marriage is our sacred way to multiply in.
Once zaide did the Jew ritual, Rachel took the microphone and spoke.
"Well my dear friends and family. Quinn and I are going to rebuild right there, but feel comfortable to start the party. See you soon!"
Quinn pulled Rachel's hand and they left the room as children. I would bet a million dollars as they will have a quickie while exchanging dresses.
"Mission accomplished." Papi sighed and hugged me aside.
"Happy?" I asked.
"Your sister is happy, so am I."
…
(Quinn)
I was in heaven. Rachel and I went back to a room where the staff put our dresses and suitcases since we would leave the Inn before the party is over. We laughed like children. It felt great, my spirit was light and realized. The woman I loved most in this world was mine forever. No way I would let her escape. I kissed her as I wish have done at the altar, but I couldn't in respect of our parents and guests. I put her body against mine, my arm around was her waist and my hand stroked that beautiful face.
"Now you're all mine mrs. Fabray." How good was say mrs. Fabray. It was like a dream.
"My pleasure, mrs. Fabray."
We kissed with passion, but this time I allow myself to explore more slowly that wonderful mouth. As I kissed her with calm and passion, I used the neckline of her dress and her lack of bra to massage her breast.
"Quinn..." She said with altered breathing. "Now?"
"Why not?" I kissed her neck as pulled one dress strap. "We are here also to change our clothes for our reception! We're going to be naked at some point before get dressed again. So, why not do it and have some fun at the same time."
As Rachel didn't object, I put down the other handle as I kissed and nibbled on her bare shoulder. God blessed her dress because it was easy to get rid of it. I turned her around just to put that damn zipper down and took off that beautiful, but at that time annoying dress. I almost lost my breath when I saw my Rachel just in her underwear for the first time as my wife. She was shy, her eyes were down, but I could see her desire all over her body: her hardened nipples, the wetness showing in her underwear, the red skin behind her ears, her darkened eyes.
"We can do it later…" I gave her some space.
"No!" She hugged me. "I want you now… I just imagined that our first time as wives would be more… bridal… and I bought this sex lingerie…"
"Well…" I kissed her lightly while my hands started that delicious trip on her body, going from her ass to her boobs. "Let's make a deal: we won't count this quickie as our nuptials. It's just we newly married trying to relax a little bit before go to our reception."
"Okay…" Rachel hands started to stroll through my body. "This is a deal, and you're lucky my lady because I really need a release right now."
"I will provide you this."
"But you're awfully overdressed."
We smiled and kissed while I was trying to put my dress down. When Rachel's hand found my bared ass, I saw her eyes popping.
"You're not wearing underwear."
"It would mark my dress. Now, it's time to put yours down."
I took off her underwear and my fingers found her clit. It was so good to fuck my wife against the wall. Our bodies were incredibly together, her hands were on my ass, We were kissing with passion, and my hand was playing with her clit.
"Quinn… inside."
Two of my fingers slipped into my wife's vagina while my thumb continued pressing her clit. My other hand was too comfortable on her boob while we kept kissing until she couldn't do it because her breath was too heavy.
"Faster." She ordered, and who am I to refuse?
I felt that she was coming. Her inner walls were twitching like crazy against my fingers, and how I loved that feeling. I almost had an orgasm without even being touched there.
"Oh Quinn!" And she's done.
She was recovering a little bit when we heard a knock.
"Ladies? It's Michele. May I come in?"
"No!" Rachel and I responded the same time.
"Give us more 15 minutes." I said.
"No... 20 minutes." Rachel added.
Her smile was incredible.
"We'll have to be quick. There's a party waiting for us." She warned.
"Lucky you I'm already."
Rachel and I exchanged position and now it was I who was against the wall.
"Tell me what do you want." She kissed me.
"Your tongue, please."
It was no surprise to Rachel. She liked penetration. It was her thing, you know? It can be with my fingers or with our purple friend I wear sometimes. It can be in mom and dad position, on her fours, riding me… it doesn't matter: Rachel likes it inside and I respect that. Me? What I really liked was oral caresses. To my luck, Rachel had a very talented tongue that she use very well to articulate every note and syllable when she sang, to say her lines with perfect diction, and to send me to heaven. Oh god, my wife can suck me and eat me so good that I can ride her face for hours and hours. Of course I also enjoy her cute little fingers inside, or scissoring or just hump, but I love her tongue the most.
"Fuck." I said when I was close, and pressed her head a little more against my vagina. She intensified her caresses and soon I was done. "Oh, Rachel…" I said without much breath while she was sucking me clean. "That's not fair…"
She smiled and stood up, then she kissed me with my taste still strong in her mouth.
"It's not my fault that you last only five minutes!" She said proud of herself.
"It's totally your fault!"
"It's a quickie, honey. What do you expect? You know how I can burn you slowly when I want."
"And I totally want that later."
"We'd better get ready." She said, and I agreed.
We cleaned up as best as we could in that toilet, we put on our new and more practical white dresses, retouched our makeup and fixed our hair.
"Do I look that I just have sex?" Rachel asked me.
"Not at all."
"Perfect. Let's go to our own party and celebrate with the people we love."
"Ladies?" There was a waiter waiting for us outside the room with two glasses of champagne. I took one and made a discreet mouthwash with the liquor.
"The guests are waiting." Michele reinforced. "It's the last formality before serving the meal."
"Ok." I put my glass of champagne back to the waiter tray and looked at my wife. "Rach?"
She smiled and held my hand.
…
(Rachel)
"Ladies and gentlemen." We hear the lead singer of the band. "I present to you Rachel and Quinn Pezberry Fabray."
We entered the hall again, this time we stand on the dance floor under applause. We were still dressing white dresses, but much more comfortable ones. It was an outfit that allowed us to dance and move around at will. Michele guided us to the table where we would be highlighted in relation to other guests. The buffet was already serving snacks and drinks to the guests, but our presence marked the beginning of the main meal, which was great because I was starving.
Quinn and I drank champagne and ate some snacks. I couldn't go beyond that because someone was always stopping in to make a toast and it was unpleasant stay chewing while someone wished you a happy marriage and life.
When we thought it was the right time to open the dance floor. Quinn stood up and walked to the stage, leaving me standing in the still empty track. She whispered something to the band and then took the microphone.
"I would like to thank everyone here, of all genuine words of affection that you dismissed us, the support and everything. You have extended to us this far, then it's time for Rachel and I toast to you with music and fun. There are some funny stuff on that table, so you can have some and go dance here. But before officially opening the dance floor, I would like to dedicate the first song to my beautiful wife. It's a song that she led by the time we were part of the Glee Club back in Lima, and that was essential in our lives. This song became a symbol of joy and celebration. Rachel, this is for you, my greatest love. And who wants to share in our joy, please, invade the dance floor."
Quinn began to sing.
"Guess this means you're sorry/ You're standing at my door/ Guess this means you take back/ All you said before." I let out a laugh and started dancing in front of her. I saw that our oldest friends were the first to get on the dance floor. "Like how much you wanted/ anyone but me/ Said you're never come back/ but here you are again."
I invaded the stage and grabbed the other microphone to sing with my wife.
"Because we belong together now, yeah/ Forever united here somehow, yeah/ You got a piece of me, and honestly/ My life would suck without you."
When I realized, Santana, Brittany, Kurt, Mercedes and Mike were on the dance floor rescuing small choreography while I and Quinn sang together.
"Maybe i was stupid/ for telling you goodbye/ maybe i was wrong/ for trying to pick a fight/ i know that i've got issues/ but you're pretty messed up too/ either way i found out/ i'm nothing without you. Because we belong together now, yeah/ forever united here somehow, yeah/ you got a piece of me, and honestly/ my life would suck without you."
When we finished the song, Quinn immediately hugged and kissed me under applauses. The band began to play another song to put people to dance.
"I love you, wife." Quinn said in my ear.
"I love you more." I giggled. "My wife."
A few more moves and I felt someone touch my shoulder. It was my father. According to tradition, a father need to have a dance with his daughter, but as Russell didn't appear, so, papi danced with both of us.
…
(Santana)
Quinn and Rachel were having their moment in their own world in the wedding party. They danced, sat down and ate a little, drank champagne and people seemed very comfortable in the environment. At least ours, because, honestly, the only time I saw Russell Fabray was when he left the bar to make a speech-ode to own clan and how Rachel was a lucky woman by now be a Fabray.
Mike, the main best man, made a polite and loving speech. I don't know why, but he gave me the impression that he was saying goodbye to Quinn somehow. He said, "Rachel grabbed the best of all and now we just have to go out looking."
I also did my speech: "Q and Rachel. I wish all the happiness in the world to the new couple and that you have a great honeymoon. A honeymoon so great that you won't even complain when you get home and discover that I gave some parties in the apartment (I got a few laughs here). Seriously, you are my best friends and I will always love you. I know that your path to be together wasn't easy, and I didn't help you either in the beginning. Unfortunately I was one of the mountains that you had to move. But, damn, I was privileged to testify an amazing and beautiful love story. For this very reason I am sure that all the difficulties in your relationship created strong and deep roots. You deserved this celebration today. From all my heart, I wish you, my sisters, all the happiness you can find together."
After that: party. We dance like never before. Excluding Mr. Schuester, Rachel and Quinn were the first to marry from our old Glee Club. I had news about the other members via Facebook. Sam was a coach of the Junior High football team, he was also a guitar teacher and was living with his girlfriend in Milwaukee; Artie owns an advertising agency with his college friends in Miami; Tina was a teacher at McKinley High; Puck owns a business of maintaining pools and gardens in Lima; Blaine was singing in clubs in LA and was recording his first CD in an indie record label; Matt became a civil engineer; Lauren owns a restaurant in Lima; and Finn Hudson manages Burt Hummel's machine shop and he's co-directing the Glee Club . Kurt said Finn started dating a girl named Marley Rose, who is former member of New Directions after the original group left the choir. Good for him. Maybe she is the girl that will make him forget Rachel and move on. Despite being an idiot, Finn is a nice guy with a good heart. He deserve to be happy, after all.
On those former members of New Directions that remained close friends and were at the wedding, Mercedes Jones had become a very talented and requested designer. She lived with my cousin Julio in Chicago and they had plans to marry soon. Mercedes would be very welcome to the Lopez family. Kurt was moving to New York. After he made the Workshop in Vogue, he made some interesting contacts and got a job in the fashion editorial market. It helped that he was Rachel's personal stylist. Having a Broadway actress as customer helped a lot in his resume. Kurt was single (his affair with a Californian surfer was short-lived), but I was sure that soon he would find an interesting guy. Mike had a difficult time in LA because he didn't get good roles as he was hoping. But everything changed after he bought the studio dance and called Brittany to work with him. He continues to make small roles on television and bad movies, but now he is doing something he loves: dance. He managed to find an interesting way combining dance with the contacts he has in Hollywood, which is yielding invitations for him to appear in music videos, movie musicals and everything.
Brittany was also very happy working with Mike. In addition to teaching in the studio, she became very requested in music videos and television appearances. It seems that she was recovering after her divorce. At least I feel her lighter and happier. Brittany was even planning on attempting training courses for choreographers and said she would do workshops around the country in order to constantly improve. That's why she doesn't have plans on moving from LA for now: her family was still there and her mother was helping to raise Robert Santana, Britt's son. I was very happy with her enthusiasm. Brittany could have learning difficulties with Biology, Chemistry and Physics. But she was Einstein when it came to dancing.
After five in the afternoon, people were mostly drunk on a dance floor, Michele, the coordinator, touched my shoulder.
"Your sister wants to say goodbye."
"Where are you going?" Johnny asked. He was a little unsure with Brittany at the party and because she and I danced together some songs. As much as I still love Brittany, I'm with him now. I wouldn't cheat on him on purpose, especially with Britt.
"Rachel is leaving." I placed a kiss on my boyfriend and followed the coordinator.
I met Shelby and Beth along the way and we went to the Inn reception where Quinn and Rachel were standing, hugging Fannie and Judy. I didn't see Russell around. Judy was drunk and it was something comical to watch. Frannie looked sober and, apparently, she had already said goodbye when I arrived.
Rachel looked at us and she first hugged my mother while I pushed Beth to give a farewell hug on Quinn, who knelt to embrace her biological daughter.
"I love you, little one." She said touching her finger on Beth's nose. "You know that I'll be here whenever you want and need."
She nodded and walked away. It was my turn to hug my sister-in-law.
"Thanks for everything, San." She whispered in my ear.
"Take care of my sister, Fabray. Or I'll kick your ass."
Quinn smiled and went to hug papi, who had arrived at that moment. Meanwhile, Rachel hugged me. We didn't exchange words. We didn't need. Our link was too strong for us need to verbalize what one feels for another. The same happened when papi said goodbye to his daughter. It was a quiet, emotional hug. As much as I knew that Rachel would be back to New York for the holidays, this was a strong sense of farewell to the life and the dynamic we were used to. She won't come back the same: now she's mrs. Fabray, she's married, and everything will be different.
Quinn and Rachel got into the car car and driver started driving. That's it. We had nothing to do beyond go back to the party that would last another hour.
What I saw in the hall were people taking advantage of what was offered. Mike was dancing along with Brittany. They, in fact, were giving a show. Tio Pedro was the funniest: he was a little high and he couldn't dance with minimal coordination if his life depended on it. Mercedes was dancing with him and looking to my cousin, screaming with her eyes for help. Kurt was flirting with one of the waiters, and Johnny was dancing a little bit with Beth. I was almost sure that she had a little crush on him. It was kind of cute.
"I hope your sister hasn't inspired you." Shelby hugged me from behind as we watched the fun. "I need some time to recover from the shock of seeing a married daughter."
"Auguring my relationship? That's not cool, mom."
"Auguring, no. I'm only asking you to date a few more years before exchanging rings with Johnny… or somebody else. Your mother here is feeling old."
"Where's papi?" I wasn't seeing my old man in the party.
"He decided to go up to the room. He's exhausted."
"Maybe I should do the same. I'm dying to take a shower and sleep. No mention of taking those shoes off."
So I did. I told Johnny I was leaving and asked if he would go up with me. The answer was affirmative. But before leave, I had to say goodbye to some people, since I wasn't sure if I would see then in the morning when I will leave the Inn. So, I went to say goodbye to Brittany.
"Stay a little more. We barely talked since I arrived." She pouted.
"Another time, Britt Britt. The wedding was a rush for me."
"I know. You told me. That doesn't change the fact that I miss you."
"We can plan a visit... I can go to LA to see you soon."
"Or I can come to New York to visit you." She bit her lower lip seductively in a way that only she could do. How beautiful she was doing it. It was sweet and provocative at the same time. It took a lot of my willpower not to kiss her, especially because there were many eyes on us, including my boyfriend.
"Or this." I hugged her. "See you around, Britt Britt."
After Brittany, I hold my boyfriend's hand and went up to our room. I looked at the landscape out there, and I had the impression that things weren't resolved in my own head. It was possible to love two people at once? It certainly was. The problem was these two people would never agree to share. I sighed and took my shoes off. I was jealous of my sister: I wished that my heart was resolved, as hers is for Quinn.
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(Quinn)
"It was quite a party." Rachel said as I helped her take the dress off with some kisses on her shoulder. I was naked under the robe, getting ready to take a quick shower with my wife. She was so tired that all we were planning to do after our shower was taking a nap. "I can't believe all this really happened. Sounds like a good dream." I gave a pinch on her butt so she could make sure that everything was real. "Hey!" She complained.
"Let's just take our bath."
Rachel took the dress and panties off. Her body was simply wonderful. The years gave to her stronger abdomen, pretty and feminine definition of muscles. Her legs were still breathtaking. Her firm breasts, however small, were perfect. Her ass was chubby and shapely. I took off my robe and drive my wife to the already prepared tub. Rachel leaned against me, with her back in front of me. A sense of peace came over me.
"I could take a nap here in your arms." She said dreamily and I hugged her.
"You can do it if you want."
"I know I can, but I'd rather sleep cuddling with you on our bed with some blankets over us, watching any silly movie."
"Rach?"
"Huh?"
"Are you happy?"
"I'm very happy. And you?"
"I'm so full of happiness right now." I kissed her shoulder. "I don't predict the future, but I'm certain that I can face any obstacle with you by my side."
"I also feel the same."
"So, are you with me on this new journey?"
"Always."
FIN.