Fsog nightmare07

A very weird wedding day

The night is strangely clear, with star sparkling above. The wind is dead calm at the witching hour falls to a new day. No boats or Cars seem to stir. The cities bright lights are muted by a low fog layer, I doubt it rise above the third floor. The calm before the storm.

I sip my whiskey, alone in panic and fear. With the dawn all my hopes and dreams will be fulfilled or broke sinking on the reef of love and devotion. I wish she was here, with me right now, not ensconced in Grey Manor with the other females of the Tribe. No males allowed. Traditions suck most of the times.

At least my jaw isn't broken from Ray fist "NO RAY I'm NOT ASKING FOR YOUR PERMISSION TO WED ANNA. I'M TELLING YOU! FOR THE LAST F #$ #KING TIME! I AM MARRING YOUR DAUGHTER DECEMBER 24. AN YOU DON'T HAVE A SAY, NEITHER DO YOU CARRICK! OR MOM OR MIA. THIS IS OUR DECISION, SO BUTT THE Fu $k _" Never did get to finish before Ray ham fist connected. At least I don't have a Shiner like Ray or Dad, Dad had to stick up for me. Gail dumped a bucket of ice water on the two old war horses. The Shiner's mostly fade these last three weeks.

The Wedding is at the Fairmont, with the reception at Mile-High Club. Ray will walk her down the Aisle, Mia, Kate, Gwen and Gail will be bride's maids. Aunt Rose will be the Honored Guest, escorted by Paul. Elliot, Luke, Jason and Roz will be grooms men. We decided not to have a best man or maid of honor; to lessen the grief of having to pick one of are kin or friends. although Jose pulled a fit unable to decide to be a groomsman or a brides Maid. We settle him as flower thrower, since we have no little ones to do it.

Mom and Dad will present us at the reception and first toast. Paul will sing the first dance, Rose tells us he has a magical lyric baritone voice, she cried a little seems Frankie had a Mozart tenor singing voice. Paul had a few tapes they made as teenagers. With some work, they could have made a career singing. Their cover of Jim Croce's Photographs and memories

Paul and Frank sing :

Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent to me
All that I have are these to remember you
Memories that come at night
Take me to another time
Back to a happier day, when I called you mine

Had everyone in tears, a magical duet of voices. Paul has picked for the first dance, UB40 version of "Can't Help Falling in Love". I know Barney, Jose and Paul are remastering a cassette tape Frank made the day Anna was born, Frank sent it to Paul the morning he died. "In My Daughter's Eyes" and Spandau Ballet – True with pictures of Anna and him.

Carla is no-gratis after the racially charged phone call Thanksgiving. Anna near had another tantrum when Carla sent her wedding present C.O.D four thousand dollars, with her frigging initials, not Anna's.

I sip the whiskey, looking out from my penthouse. I wanted to sell it but Anna said no, we could use it when we need to stay in the city. I think she plans on making it a family hotel. Jose is already preening about his new dig, in our guest room.

I watch the city wake up and start the new day. Christmas Eve day, forever are wedding day. Our original plan was for Easter, but we decided to do it now, get everyone off our backs and out of our hair. I smile at the thoughts making me happy, in five hours; we will be wed, public and forever matched.

July 4: I watch my girl more than the fireworks from the observation deck of the Space Needle. She is happy, sneaking looks at me. Her Radio Head t-shirt, I sent it to her. Tells me she is thinking of me. I want to walk over and take in my arms and proclaim our love. But I can't right now, I haven't completed enough things on my list.

Defiant Point overlook: July: I stand not thirty feet from my girl. Her letter demanded my attendance at her reading here. I listen as she reads to me, talks to me, makes me laugh at her comic voices on an erotic Bdsm book about a Billionaire and College Coed by E. James.

I laugh at her smirk as she packs up, heading down the path to the beach, I follow. Stealing some PDA before she heads home to Tacoma. I sit on the parapet, smiling at the three hours we just spent talking. I only think how great it will be to be a couple. Together in the dark, talking, feeling, making plans for the world.

I look out the window from the great room, as dawn creep over the city. Soon we will wed, do Christmas then escape back to Storm Break, this time with cloths and Jason and Gail. I can't wait for our honeymoon, without family, Co-workers and Press. Heaven is just 36-hours away.

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Parks husband is cooking for us, since no one can cook, since Jose escaped to be with the Girls. I need strength to not power slam Elliott, dump Luke in the toilet, and Taser the dads. One more honeymoon joke or how do I escape the wedding. I may commit mayhem and maiming of my kin and friends.

I nearly snort a pancake as Jose dances in wearing a thong and high heels. His dad is laughing as he demands a lap dance for me the groom. Elliot and Luke crow-in about no Bachelor Party. I laugh, grabbing Jose thong, his hair and bum rush him into the nearest bathroom, before the other can stop me, he's head first into the toilet. "Next one! Who wants a wash!" I stand ready to kick ass.

"Hey enough foreplay guys, my creation masterpiece breakfast is getting cold. Leave the man be." Parks husband demands holding two Taser guns. "Thanks."

"Not a problem Mr. Grey. I swear your brother and friends are juvenile butt heads, they love you but they are just kids" he says

"yea, I know. I bring some of this on me being the sober straight guy. Making it too easy to prank and joke on me."

"Well that true. You better hurry before the French toast la Belgium are gone." he smirks as I rush to the breakfast bar, taking Elliott's plate from his hands. Eating as I head back to my seat. GOD these French toasts are to die for.

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Grey Manor dawn: Christmas Eve day.

I pace the grass lawn in the lite fog, feeling the calm breezes blowing from the lake. Thinking about our escape back to Storm Break, with cloths, produce, and Gail and Jason. Just the four of us. I know she will love the house and just being with me. As the Guys do Guy things, when we let them out to play.

I believe she will jump right in a be a hippy with us. She has a spark in her eye when I brocaded the subject. I need some happy motherly love after Carla's deep end plunge. She sent me a four-thousand-dollar three-gallon silver punch bowl, with her initials: C.O.D no less. After her closet racism about my Cousin and Aunt that she knew about and didn't tell me.

I arrange with Welch to make sure she doesn't get on a plane to crash our Wedding. Her new husband Bob turned out to be the grandson of the local KKK grand wizard, son of the last Chairman of the Beaufort, South Carolina White Citizens Committee, now he's head of the Savannah Georgia Tea Party.

Turned out the easy-going guy is closet racist and bigot. Called me a N word and Ask if Grey knew I was a jungle S word. Jason had to pick me up and carry me to Gail before I headed to Sea-Tac; a fly to Georgia and kick the shit out of them. I need to let it go, they or anyone will NOT ruin MY WEDDING.

Xxxxx

I finish my dressing and smooth my dress. Looking at myself in the mirror. I can do this. I have made myself ready to be in his world. I hear a soft sigh, looking up. Dad is smart in his Ranger Uniform, smiling so hard his face will break. I see the tears are waiting to break. My tough as nails father shows me without words, without anything just are father-daughter connection.

I walk to him, hug him and we head downstairs to the limo to take me to the Fairmont and my future.

Xxx

1 hour later: Fairmont Hotel grand ballroom.

I stare into grey eyes hooded and mysterious. As he kisses me. making my toes curl with happiness.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. It's my pleasure to introduce Mr. Christian Trevelyan-Grey and Mrs. Anastasia Rose Trevelyan-Grey." the crowd goes wild. We kiss like we are alone and naked.

We turn a rush out for the Limo to take us to the reception at the Mile-High club. In the car is only Gail and Jason. I feel happy as my man holds my hand and licks my neck.

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Luke-pov

I watch them leave, happy and carefree. After the world hurt them over the trolls outing him. I turn to take Mia to the Club. I see a tough guy with a weapon under his arm, holding her arm. I stride over

"Release her now!" I snarl at him

"Fine, talk to my boss. He's over there. He has information about Greys mother."

"My mother?" Mia asks moving behind me, as Elliot and Kate walk up

"No, Ella." The CPO for the old guy leaning on a light pole holding a package.

We walk over the four of us. "Say your piece" I demand, holding back Elliott.

"I'm Texas State Representative Jonathan Denton . My girlfriend was Helen Simponi. She wanted me to give you this if she died. She left a letter explaining everything. She said it was Kelly's journal while she carried Grey" He hands the package to me. He starts to walks away

"why?" Mia asks. He turns to us.

"Because I loved Helen, owed her. She got me clean, reconnected to my family. Let me have a good life. I wish she hadn't died, like she did. I wish Kelly hadn't been killed. She loved Grey so much, to get clean, to be a mother he could be proud of. She loved him so much, more than her life. Be happy it what they gave their life for" he turns and walks away.

We retreat to a room upstairs, we used to stage the Grooms party. Welch and Roz join us. Mia opens the package. Three letters and two journals. The top letter simply says read first.

Dear Christian, I am sorry if I don't live to tell you in person. That I loved you and your mother from the day I met her. We three, Kelly Moore, Helen Simponi(me) and Ella Martin people thought we were triplets, all brown hair, blue eyes and petite. We three poor scholarship students at Houston Technical University (HTU).. We meet your father Forest Tenskwatawa Descartes, and Jonathan Denton, rich kids buckling under the pressure. We fell under drugs. Taking comfort in each other arms. To explain how you came to see me as your mother Ella Martin; You need to understand your paternal family.

Your grandmother started life as a spoiled rich Dr. Alice Milton of Psychology Stanford, after three years working for the CIA. After the Summer of love, she with four others formed a religious cult outside of Indianapolis. Reinventing herself as Mrs. Keturah de Burg.

The cult collapsed in the nineteen-eighty, she disappeared with the Cults liquid asset, several million dollars. Ended up in Houston, reinvented as a divorced antique dealer Sarah Sava Descartes and her son Forest Tenskwatawa Descartes, He turned to drugs his junior-year in HTU at the age of 17. We all were heavy drug users, Till Kelly became pregnant with you. She got clean and planned to be the best mother she could be.

You were born on July 21, 1983 in Houston General Hospital. Kelly Moore gave birth to Christian Tecumseh Descartes at three am, eight pounds two ounces. Kelly made me your Godmother. We headed to our apartment outside of HTU.

Tragedy, stalked us, we just thought bad luck, but it wasn't. Ella Martin died in a crack house fire six month before your birth, no one identified the body. She was buried as Jane Doe #432. Your Father died the day before you were born, OD on a heroin hot shot. Two-weeks later, I was watching you, when Kelly went out to get some diapers. I watched from the window as your Grandmother hit her over the head and drove a needle in her arm in an Eastern Houston Alley. The police called both accidental OD. No one believed an ex-druggy.

I took all the money, ID's, and Kelly journal and letters from your father and her. We fled into the night with almost nothing. I got Jonathan to help me escape first to Cleveland, I send this package to Jonathan for safe keeping; we must flee as she's found us. I am taking Ella Identity. I don't know where we will land. But you are now Christian Martin.

You have a bunch of crazies from your paternal grandfather, he had some twenty kids. Beside your dad. Forest loved you, although he could never get clean. Never break Sarah's hold. No matter what I tried to be there for you. The pressure has caused me to start using again. I mourn in this letter my dead friends and lovers. The public death of Helen Simponi, rebirth of Ella Martin. Please don't hate me. or Kelly she tried to be there for you.

Kelly's only relatives died when you were two, drugs as well. Ella Martin had no relatives. I only have a cousin in Michigan Sanitarium with Autism, her drunk father threw her out of a moving car when she was two months old, I think that caused her problems. Please look after her if you can. We all loved you, we were just not strong enough to overcome life. Sorry.

Helen Simponi.

This is some shit. Welch quickly goes into over drive to confirm and find killer Grandma, before she gets to the lovebirds. Mia holds me crying in my back.

After a while Welch send us to the Reception. We try to put on a brave face. But They see right thru us. Quietly they slip away to a private room, Mia hands Chris, Helen letter. He reads and falls to his knees, crying. We leave Anna to bring him back to us.

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Welch-pov

"I checked it out, so far is coming up true. Jason?"

"the Crazy grandma?"

"She was killed in Detroit when Christian was three. Three blocks from Ella, I mean Helen's apartment. The police listed it as a robbery gone wrong. A knife found on the site had only one fingerprint. Helen Simponi."

"Anything else?" Gail asks

"Alice Milton family died in 1971, in a suspicious house fire in South Bend, Indiana. Most of Christian's uncles are dead, only three of the twenty survived life. One in Pennsylvania Death Row. One in Florida Super-max. The last is in Vermont, making a living as a copy editor. He wants nothing to do with us."

"The Girl?" Gail asks wringing her hands.

"She ran off a month ago. Hasn't been seen since. Not a lot of hope." I tell them

"Well I hope she turns up. the poor girl." Gail says as Jason hugs her. We head back to the party.

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Anna-pov

We head out to the Escala, the letters from Christian Mother and godmother nearly broke him. But also gave him closure. That his mother didn't abandon him. Didn't forsake him. We head up the elevator, walking into the great room.

Thomas the CPO left to guard the penthouse is hogtied on the floor. A brown haired green eyed petite girl about twenty sits on the couch, doing Sudoku. She smiles at us. Tilts her head and laughs.

"You look like me; are you Helen? She says with a lyrical voice.

"No. I'm Anna and this is Christian."

"Yes, Christian my copperhead cousin. I'm Phoebe Simponi. You have kind eyes."

"why is Thomas (I point at Thomas)" has Jason cuts him loose.

"He was mean, didn't want me here. but I need to be here. Helen said in her letter to find you and keep you safe. That when she died I became you cousin and godmother. I always try to keep my promises. What time is it?"

"It's 1 am." Chris says confused.

"Oh no, I should be asleep. I need to be up at 7 to watch Sesame Street. There´s a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "cuckoo"

Cuckoo, cuckoo

Regretfully they tell us Cuckoo, cuckoo
But firmly they compel us Cuckoo, cuckoo
To say goodbye

Cuckoo!

To you

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu

So long, farewell, au revoir, auf wiedersehen
I´d like to stay and taste my first champagne

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye
Goodbye!
I´m glad to go, I cannot tell a lie
I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly
The sun has gone to bed and so must I

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight

Goodnight!" {Sound of Music 'So Long Farewell' song}

She finishes singing and acting out the Sound of Music tune; bows and heads upstairs, Gail follows to help her. I turn to Chris; he just shrugs. I take his hand, leading him to christening our bed as husband and wife. It been a most weird wedding day.

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I wake alone in our bed. A tall glass of orange juice and Advil are on the night stand. I shower and heading into kitchen I see its nearly noon. Gail is waiting for me, she hugs me and leads me to the Media room.

There Chris and Phoebe are seated, watching Mr. Wizard reruns. Phoebe is explaining the experiment to Chris. I marvel at my man. How far he's come. He looks up. "Join Us?"

"after I eat something, thanks for letting me sleep, husband."

"Christian, get up a kiss her, like you want. I know you want to go all Leonard on Penny. Stop being a Sheldon." Phoebe tease him. He leaps up kissing me, all passionate and needy. I drag him to our room for another round of love making.

As Chris carries me wrapped around him I wave and smile at Phoebe. She is doing some cheer-leading dance. Till the commercial ends a she sits entranced by Mr. Wizard. My last vision of her childlike and innocent.

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Dinner Christmas day. Grey Manor

The family is over the moon with Phoebe. Grace is trying to adopt her. Carrick is smitten with her another daughter to spoil. Mia is see her as a partner in crime. and Elliott is just puppy dogging as Kate, Mia and Phoebe unman him. I bet before the evening is over, he gets a makeup makeover, with butterfly barrettes.

Chris is just laughing with Jason and Luke as Elliott begs for support. They wave him off. Gail hugs me on the couch as we encourage the Fashionistas to go all the way on Elliott.

The doorbell rings, Jason, Luke and Chris rush to the door. I watch amazed as a Big Bear of a man in Black Beret, Army Fatigues with a H&K MP5SD with Fixed butt-stock and stainless-steel suppressor across his chest walks in. Looking mean and angry, he growls at us. Jason and Luke are about to draw down on him.

"Michal you came! Stopping being grumpy bear. Everyone this is Michal my husband and this (sweeping her arm) is my family" she jumps in his arms and kiss him. He looks stunned and happy. A deer in headlights, but Phoebe happiness is infectious. This is going to be a great story I'm sure. We party and interrogate the news members of our extended family.