Lord Have Mercy
By: Forgotten Sunrise
AN: Again, sorry for the wait. However, getting 4.0's is what I live for. But since I'm just wrapping up this school year, I can get back to writing. Thanks for the support =] Now go enjoy the read!
P.S: This chapter isn't a lemony one—I can't do sex all the time.
Chapter 5: Competition
This was the happiest day in my father's long life yet; or so he says.
But I know that he's just relived that my husband is officially off the market now. That didn't mean my mother wouldn't stop looking, though.
Me and my father both frowned at the thought. Jacob was mine. She chose my father, so why couldn't she just take what she had and leave mine alone?
It was because she was jealous. Aunt Rose told me so.
My father's strides became stiff at my side, and I had to practically pull him along down the rhododendron covered aisle.
It's not like she can DO anything about it, dad. I thought. Jacob imprinted on me; not her.
I said this as much to myself as to my father.
Because I had to remember that it was me that Jake was in love with and not my mother.
I glanced ahead at the arched pergola in which my husband to be awaited me, and looked my mother over.
Her sweeping long, muddied brown hair was pulled back into an elegant bun at the top of her head. Her mermaid-style blue sequence dress contrasted wonderfully against her snow-pale skin. Any other day, I would have awed at her sheer beauty.
But not today.
I churned at the fact that Jake just had to pick her as his Best Man. I seethed at the fact that she was so close to him on my wedding day.
I schooled my features and forced my eyes to my Jacob.
He stood before me in all his glory and brilliance, and my heart fluttered with sheer joy.
He smiled his smile that made the sun rise, and I was suddenly at peace again. My mother and her wants didn't matter to me anymore then.
Fate hand-picked Jacob for me; she was just going to have to deal with it.
Before I knew it, my father was placing my fevered hand into Jake's boiling one.
"You're married now; don't forget that." My father whispered low enough for only my mother, Jake and I to hear. It was as much as a warning to Jake as well as my mother.
The cleric read his verse and we exchanged our vows; promising ourselves to the other forevermore. Then we shared our first kiss as Mister and Misses Black. His lip cured perfectly to mine, proving my theory that he was made for me.
I felt the atmosphere around me change by just a percentage of a degree, and cracked an eye open just slightly.
From a short distant, my mother would have appeared happy, her mouth was curled into a smile as she leaned into my father's arms.
But her eyes were blackening with distain. I was taking her cake away from her.
But I wasn't going to let her have Jacob on the side. I narrowed my chocolaty brown eyes at her, warning her that I would be watching her.
Because I knew she'd try anything to steal my husband back.