Steve glanced over at Sarah as she laughed over their dilemma. She saw his pained expression and bit her bottom lip, trying to stop for his sake; her shoulders still convulsing.
"Steve," she said knowingly, trying to ease him down, "it's not that bad."
"Don't," he said shaking his head. "Please, just don't talk. Don't say anything. This couldn't get any worse."
She leaned over the best she could still handcuffed and whispered to him. "You have to admit though, the sex was totally worth it."
He let out a small chuckle over that and then tried to scold her without smiling. "I'm serious, shut up," he laughed. There was nothing else he could do. He didn't blame her. He didn't blame anyone. He had wanted her and would have followed her just about anywhere at that point and time.
"Please Dad! I'm begging you, let me go with you," JC said following him to the front door, laughing.
"No! This is going to be bad enough as it is for them, especially Steve. I'm not taking you along to rub their nose in it."
"Awe, come on! This is better than the time Ken got caught in Lisa Patterson's bedroom."
"Carl," Sarah's Mother said to her husband. "Please remember that they're in love. Remember how that is." She smiled knowingly at him.
He huffed, "You don't think I know that? Poor Steve doesn't know what he got himself into wanting to join this family. The boy must be out of his mind."
"Oh hush," she scolded, waving her hand, "and go get them!"
Sarah laid her head against his bicep, "Do you still want to marry me?"
He smiled, kissing the top of her head. "Yes, but I think your father might have second guesses about his decision."
Sarah saw headlights coming up the street, recognizing her Dad's truck. "The Calvary is here."
"Or the firing squad," Steve groaned.
They watched Carl pull up and get out. They couldn't see his expression very well in the dark as he stopped and spoke to the police officers first and the neighbor that had called them. Steve felt his hands begin to sweat, swearing he could slip out of the cuffs that weren't very tight to begin with, a courtesy he thought.
He looked up at Carl as he and the two officers approached, not wanting to back down from what he was guilty of, but was surprised by his reaction.
"Hi Daddy," Sarah said sweetly as the officer undid her cuffs.
"Don't Daddy me young lady!" he blasted her. "How could you drag poor Steve into this mess?"
She stared up at him as he scolded her. "But we just…"
He held his hand up. "Please, let's just call it a night and go home." He reached his hand down for Steve's, pulling him to his feet as the officer helped Sarah.
"Mr. Hickey," Steve said, "I don't even have an excuse."
"My wife said it's because you're in love. So we'll just go with that and let then let it go." He motioned to the cars. "Let's go home kids."
Steve turned to the officers, "Sorry about this."
The one handed Steve back his wallet that Carl had brought with him, grinning, "No problem Commander. Have a nice evening and Aloha," he joked.
Sarah followed him down to his rental car and he drove this time.
They walked in the house and JC stood up from the couch with a wide grin. "Hey, I understand you owe the old man a get out of jail free card?" he said to Steve.
He shook his head, rubbing his hand over his mouth, embarrassed, as Sarah laughed over her brother's teasing.
"This was almost as good as the time Ken got caught in that girls bedroom," Sarah reminded him.
"That's what I said!" JC laughed. "I think you got him beat."
"No one has to really know about this," Steve said as if pleading.
"Sorry Bud," JC patted him on the back, "you're apart of the family now and you should learn quickly that nothing is sacred."
"Come on," Steve played along. "remember my credentials? I can repay your silence. You need someone rubbed out? You need a bad debt erased. You name it?"
"Well, there was this guy in high school that stole my girlfriend."
"Consider him gone," Steve grinned.
"Enough," Carl chuckled shaking his head. "You're going to wake up your mother. I'm going to bed." He pointed at Steve and Sarah teasingly, "I don't want you kids leaving the house again tonight. Understood?"
They both nodded, "Yes Sir," responding simultaneously.
Once gone Steve blew out a breath and leaned against the counter shaking his head.
Sarah went up to him, caressing his back. "I told you he wasn't mad."
JC confirmed that. "He was laughing before he went to pick you up. So was Mom."
Steve looked up at her with a painful expression. "I'm not worried about them so much anymore. I'm worried about Danny getting a hold of this."
Sarah lay her head back laughing, "Oh my god, he will never let you live this down."
He put his hand playfully over her mouth. "So let's keep it under wraps."
She shook her head, her eyes gleaming as she tried to talk through his hand that just sounded muffled.
"Don't make me do it Sarah," he warned.
She started to giggle over his threat, trying to worm away from him as his arm went around her waist, holding her in place.
JC chuckled over the display, seeing his sister's eyes wide open as she pleaded over what it was that she obviously knew he was holding over her.
"Please!" she begged as he removed his hand. "I won't say anything!" She held her hand up. "I swear!"
He kissed her and let go.
What were you going to do to her?" JC asked.
"She has this spot back here that's really sensitive." Steve reached up and slid his hand under her hair behind her neck as she jumped out of the way.
"Stop! Or I'm telling!" she warned, her body shivering over just the thought of him touching there. "It's really ticklish."
"Not all the time," he reminded her with a wink.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, "No, not all the time."
"That's it," JC said, throwing his hands up in the air. "I'm outta here. Good night and please control yourselves the rest of the night." He teased but couldn't have been more pleased with his little sister's current happiness or the guy she had chosen. She deserved all of it, he thought happily.
They said goodnight and Sarah looked up at Steve. "I'm starved, are you?"
"I could eat something."
Sarah sat on the island counter as Steve leaned against it between her legs. A ritual they had become accustom to. They each held a bowl of her Mother's potato salad in their hands.
"This is really good," Steve announced, taking another bite.
"She makes the best."
"So let's get back to the subject of the wedding that we were discussing at the other house before we were rudely interrupted."
"Ok, but you know," Sarah replied, staring down into her bowl, playing with a piece of egg, "we don't have to get married right away. We can wait a year…or two," she said looking up for his reaction.
Her mother stopped on the stairs above after hearing their voices when she came out of the bathroom, wanting to tease them a little bit about their earlier antics, but when she heard the conversation she stopped halfway down, not wanting to intrude, but couldn't help her curiosity by listening to his answer.
"Two years?" he questioned, "I was thinking we should wait five years, maybe pop out a couple of kids first," he joked.
Sarah smiled only slightly from that. "I'm serious."
He set his bowl down and took hers from her hand as well, setting them on the counter and facing her. He gripped her around the waist and pulled her in closer. "I don't want to wait." He kissed her. "I didn't propose to you tonight to wait two years to marry you. Besides, I think we should put a very large bump in between us sooner rather than later." He motioned to her stomach, imitating a baby.
Sarah's face brightened, "You do? I mean, I know we talked about it, but we never 'really' talked about it."
"I'm almost five years older than you are. I don't want to wait too long. We've known each other for a long time and it's not like we haven't had our fun, or that the fun would stop just because we had a baby. I think it would be even better. Look at the good times we had with Jacob."
She wrapped her legs around his waist. "I'm sorry I said that about asking if you wanted to wait. Sometimes I just think you're too good to be true."
He rested his hands on the counter on either side of her. "I'll take that as a compliment, because that must mean you are very happy." He shook his head at her. "Don't you get it by now Sarah? You're happiness is what gives me the drive in my life. I used think I was happy before, but I wasn't. You changed everything for me. So please, don't sit there and tell me I'm too good to be true. I count my blessings everyday that I wake up and you're still there."
It was amazing the way he could make her feel with just a few words. "You're my best friend, Steve," she whispered to him through tears.
That made him smile. "Then marry me, soon."
She nodded, hugging him, "Ok."
"You're such a cry baby," he teased her, touching that spot on the back of her neck, wanting to make her laugh.
She squirmed and giggled.
Her mother walked back up the stairs with her hand over her heart, trying to focus through her own tears. Sarah had done very well for herself, she thought happily.
Steve came down the stairs the next morning wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Sarah's door was slightly a jar as he went by, seeing her still sleeping. He was an early riser, usually going for a swim before she even got up, knowing she'd be at least another half hour. He heard someone in the kitchen as the aroma of coffee hit him next. He needed a cup of that. He came around the corner and saw both of Sarah's parents there.
Her father glanced up from his newspaper as he sat at the table situated in a nook with floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the backyard and pool. "Good morning."
"Good morning," Steve said, not sure how the incident from the night before was going to be treated.
Her mother turned from the stove, "Good morning, Steven,"
He repeated it back to her as she went to the cupboard.
"Are you a coffee drinker?" she asked him.
"Yes, ma'am." He sat at the counter so he could see both of them equally.
She set a full cup down in front of him. "Milk, sugar?"
"Milk please, and thanks."
She smiled, pouring some in. "How do you like your eggs?"
"You don't have to make me anything."
"Steven," she said impatiently, "first rule of thumb, don't argue with your mother-in-law. She'll more than likely win anyway."
He chuckled over that. "Yes ma'am. Scrambled please."
"Good boy, and call me Betty. That ma'am talk is way too formal for this house."
He liked her. He saw where Sarah got her good-natured personality. "No one has called me Steven in a long time," he announced.
She turned to him with a pained look, wondering if that's what his Mother called him, knowing she was deceased. "I'm sorry, is that being too intrusive? I call the kids by their given names and…"
"No," he quickly informed her, "I like it."
She smiled, "Well, when I'm stern with you it will be your full name. What is your middle name for future reference."
"John," he chuckled. "I hope that day never comes." He again wondered if the night before was going to me mentioned.
Carl folded up his paper and set it on the table. "She's all talk Steve. Don't let her scare ya."
She turned from her duty, "If the wife is happy the mother-in-law is happy, so I really don't think you'll have anything to worry about."
He took a drink of his coffee, liking that.
"So have you and Sarah had a chance to discuss dates, or plans for the wedding?" Carl asked. "I'm assuming it's going to be in Hawaii?"
That was his only concern, not sure if they wanted it in Phoenix or not, but Betty quickly put in her opinion.
"Hawaii would be beautiful. Plus that's where your life is. Not here."
He was relieved over that. "Actually, I was thinking maybe next April. It's an off tourist season and plane tickets and hotels will be cheaper. Plus that gives us plenty of time to plan it out. Well," he chuckled, "Sarah to plan it out. I'm not sure how much good I'll be."
"I'll talk to her about money and expenses," Carl said.
"I'll pay for it," Steve quickly replied, not getting the whole father of the bride pays.
"Nonsense!" Carl retorted. "I'll pay for everything. She's my daughter, it's my duty."
Steve went to argue when he felt two hands come around his waist from behind, hugging him.
"He's brilliantly smart Dad," Sarah said over Steve's shoulder, "but when it comes to this stuff, he's kind of naïve'." She kissed him on the cheek, "My Dad wants to pay for it," she explained. "He's told me many times that he's actually saved for it."
"That's true," Carl announced.
Steve held his hands up, "Ok then. Like I said, I'm not sure how much help I'll be."
Sarah came around in front of him, situating herself between his legs. "You just show up and say 'I do' when the time is right and leave everything else up to me. You won't be disappointed."
He put an arm around her waist, "I only have one request. Don't make me wear a monkey suit."
"In Hawaii?" she declared, shaking her head. "Don't worry, you won't have to wear a monkey suit." She quickly covered her tracks, "But, you won't be wearing board shorts, OR cargo shorts either."
"That's ok, just no tux." He really began to feel the excitement over the coming months. More than he thought he would. "I promise I'll be as helpful as you want me to be and I also promise I'll be there to say 'I do' when its my cue."
"You're going to be a great husband, "Sarah smiled, admiring him before she gave him a kiss, anticipating that day.
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Steve looked over, catching Danny's eye as they both silently commented on Sarah's appearance as she walked down the white rolled out carpet holding her father's arm. The two of them along with her brother JC, Carol and Ken's wife, Natalie all stood at the edge of the grass on his back lawn, waiting for her.
The house was all lit up with small white lights inside and out that sparkled in the twilight. They covered the lanai, the trees and even the bushes that lined the backyard down to the beach. Steve had thought it odd when Sarah had told him of the idea, but after seeing it completed, and also seeing the way they sparkled on her dress, he was overwhelmed by how beautiful it was. How beautiful she was. She had really done an amazing job turning their house into a place that looked like a fairy tale. Everything was perfect all the way down to the white linen tables with the flower centerpieces. The caterer was set up out front, preparing a four course dinner to be delivered by waiters for the one hundred and seven guests and family that gathered around, watching the moment that everyone had been waiting seven long months for. It had finally arrived.
He felt none of the nerves that he'd been warned of. No cold feet. No regrets whatsoever. From the moment he woke up that morning until this moment right now, he had been cool, calm and collected. He was ready.
His heart began to race as she neared, seeing her for the first time that day. Her hair was down like he had requested, but he noticed the highlights that were new. The soft color made her complexion glow. The touch of makeup was also new, but done so well that it didn't take away from her natural beauty, it only enhanced it. She wore a traditional long, strapless white dress that fit snug around her slim figure, the bottom outlined in lace, moving gracefully on her as she walked.
"Oh my God," he said whispered to Danny almost breathless, "look at how beautiful she looks." He couldn't take his eyes off of her.
Danny had to admit, their girl friend who could burp and tell raunchy jokes just as well as the next guy had turned into a stunner, yet it was still the same ole' Sarah, which made him realize the beauty came from this relationship she had fallen into. The happiness radiated from her. He couldn't have been more pleased for either of them. "I know," he whispered back. "You're a lucky man Steve."
He only nodded, mesmerized by the woman who was coming toward him.
Sarah was smiling from the inside out. This was with a doubt the happiest day of her life. From the second the planning began that morning in her parent's kitchen seven months earlier she had enjoyed every minute planning out the details of their wedding. Even the previous night when the others wanted to scrap the lighting idea because they couldn't get them to work; she sorted out the mess calmly and made it happen.
She awoke early that morning, making breakfast for her family while Steve and JC stayed over at Danny's house. Her mother and father stayed with her after flying in a week before the day. They too were impressed on how both of them seemed eager for the day, but not stressed over it, but on the contrary, excited.
She and her father walked down the aisle between their closest friends and family who all stood for the ceremony that would take no more than fifteen minutes. She stared back at Steve as her father patted her hand that was tucked inside his arm. "You did well for yourself Sarah," he whispered in that fatherly way. "I'm very happy for you."
She glanced up at him and smiled as they walked, seeing the truth in his eyes that were misty. She focused back on Steve as they neared. He looked even more handsome than she had imagined. He wore tan slacks and the white linen shirt showed off his broad shoulders and sun tanned complexion, which flaunted a five o'clock shadow just as she had requested. But it was the way he was looking at her that really made her heart soar. She had dreamed of this moment since she was a little girl, wondering who the man at the end of the aisle would be. He wasn't just her best friend, he was the man of her dreams. The fantasy that came to life the minute she shook hands with him after being introduced almost four years earlier. The silly crush turned to a kiss, the kiss turned to liaison that could have backfired and left her heartbroken, but it didn't, it turned into a relationship that blossomed into this moment she was only steps away from.
Steve took a step toward her and held his left hand out as she grasped it. Her father reached out with his right hand as they shook.
"Congratulations son," Carl said to him. "I couldn't have asked for a better man for my daughter."
"Thank you Sir," he said, barely able to pull his eyes away from her. They went directly back to her as Carl stepped away and joined the crowd.
Sarah smiled up at him as they turned and faced each other before the Hawaiian priest that began to speak as they reveled in the moment and over each other.
Somewhere in the middle of the ceremony right after the rings, Steve leaned over and kissed her out of the blue.
Sarah smiled, "That doesn't come until the very end," she giggled.
"I couldn't help myself," he confessed, putting an arm around her waist and pulling her gently up against him, resting their held hands over his heart.
The priest continued on informing each of them of their responsibilities as husband and wife as they stayed in that position until he finally gave them permission to kiss that ended the ceremony, but was only the beginning of their life together.
Steve kicked the door closed to the Hilton honeymoon suite with his foot, holding a slightly intoxicated Sarah in his arms. She giggled and continued to molest his neck as he walked toward the bedroom feeling the breeze come in off the opened lanai doors, exposing a breath taking view of the ocean and a lighted up Waikiki beach. A bottle of red wine with two glasses sat on the bar as well as a basket of snacks. They both laughed over the flower pedals and multi packs of condoms that were scattered over the bedspread; a gift they were sure was left by Danny, Chin and her brothers.
He knelt on the bed and set her down amongst them.
"Alone at last," she declared as he took over the task of devouring her neck.
"Two days of complete solitude," he said between kisses. "No phones, no Internet, nothing but sex, food and drink."
Sarah giggled unbuttoning his shirt. "We have to get you out of these clothes. You must be soooo hot," she teased in a sensual voice.
"I want to make love to you with this dress still on," he said, maneuvering his arm back as she pulled his shirt off.
She loved that idea and told him so by letting out a soft moan, grasping him around the neck and kissing him.
He lifted up the bottom lace and gathered it around her waist, exposing a pair of white silky bikini panties that turned him on even more. "God, you are sexy as hell."
She lifted her hips as he took them off, unable to see because of the bunched up dress, but could feel his hands caress up and down between her thighs.
"So," he asked, moving up so he was face to face with her, "did you stop?"
She smiled, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "Yes. I haven't taken a pill in six days."
He nestled his hips between her parted thighs, "So we could come away from this honeymoon with more than just fond memories and weak bodies?"
She laughed out loud over his parody of the next couple of days. "You are correct. So why don't you slip out of those pants and let's get this marriage started right."
He slid his hand down between her legs, "Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets."
Sarah slid down the wall of the shower as he held her tightly, going with her, her legs still partially wrapped around his waist.
"Jesus Sarah!" he panted. "That was…" he paused to catch his breath, "that was good."
She held on around his neck as they lay in a heap on the floor with the warm water still coming down over them from the dual shower heads in the overly large space. He used his body as a shield to protect her face from the splatters..
"You are so strong," she declared, breathing heavily as she laid her head against his chest. "I don't know how…you hold me up like that…and still manage to give me an orgasm that makes me this weak."
He kissed her for that compliment, knowing whatever he was doing, he was doing it right. That couldn't have made him happier. "You drive me out of my mind sometimes," he repaid the compliment. "I swear sometimes I think I'm going to pass out."
She looked up at him giggling, "I hope we're lying down if it happens."
"Me too!" he laughed, gliding his hand over her wet hair as the water from him dripped over her.
"What time do you think it is?" she asked.
Steve shrugged, "I don't know, three maybe four." His expression turned guilty, "I hope we didn't wake anyone up next door."
"Security is probably pounding on our door."
"Someone called from the woman screaming out," he teased.
She laughed, "That's not my fault. My husband is a stud."
He leaned back to see her, but still blocked the water. "Say that again."
"You stud," she chuckled.
"No, the part where you called me your husband. I liked that."
She braced her hand on the floor of the shower and reached up with her mouth, "My husband," she said before kissing him.
He pulled her in closer, deepening the kiss.
Sarah moaned as he maneuvered her body until it was laid out flat on the shower floor beneath him, using his arm for her pillow. They lay there under the warm water making out like teenagers.
It was three o'clock in the afternoon but the dark shades that covered the windows gave the illusion it was close to dark. The dirty breakfast dishes sat on the tray by the bed that was ordered at lunchtime. The comprehension of time was none existent in that room. They both slept nestled close to each other after finally falling asleep again at around noon.
Sarah awoke first this time, opening her eyes to him resting on the pillow next to her. He hadn't shaved in over twenty-four hours and the stubble was growing, but she didn't mind. She found it sexy and it made him look all the more rugged. She reached up and touched his cheek and as if on cue he opened his eyes, seeing his wife admiring him.
His body instantly awakened, not in the least bit weary from the previous night, or that morning. He rolled her over on her back, looking down at her. Her face was flushed and she looked just as beautiful as she did the day before, maybe even more so. He ran his finger over her moistened lips, wondering if he could ever get his fill of them, or her.
She followed his eyes as they roamed over her face, focusing on her lips. She smiled as his finger glided over them. "I love you," she silently mouthed the words.
He replied in the same way and then moved his finger replacing it with his lips.
She slid her leg open, aching for him once again, wondering if she would ever stop. He eased into her, going slow, savoring this moment between them.
She moved with him; her body in sync with his. The tenderness she felt from him escalated her emotions, loving how he could make her body scream out at this slow meticulous stride with the same intensity as if he had her up against the shower wall. She loved him more than anything else in the world.
He pushed up above her looking down at his beautiful wife as she caressed her hands over his chest. "I want a baby," she whispered to him. "I want your baby." Her hands glided around his back, pulling down on his hips, looking up at him as her pace increased, knowing what he liked. "Give me a baby Steve."
A comment like that during sex would send most men running for the door, but he wanted it just as much as she did, eager for this new chapter of his life to begin and even more thrilled that it was happening with Sarah.
He lowered himself back down on her, focusing on that sweet face that left him weak and helpless. He would do anything for her, all she had to do was ask; so in reply to her request, he gave her what she wanted.