Because this story runs in conjection with Hart of a Kinsella I needed to finish this chapter before I can post the next update for Hart of a Kinsella, will be up tomorrow. Once again things got a bit carried away, and if it offends you please let me know and please feel free to skip over that bit. Enjoy!
"Should I even ask?" Jesse asked, walking into the bedroom, where his fiancée spent the last hour on the phone with her sister. Hearing the loud voices because the phone had been on speaker, he really didn't need to ask what was going on since he happened to hear all of it.
"No, because I am completely done with it," she sighed, falling back on the bed. "This is our wedding, right?" She questioned, casting a glance at him.
"The last I checked," he replied, laying on his side, next to her. "Unless you have something you need to tell me," he teased.
"I don't," she smiled, closing her eyes. "Why didn't we elope?" She asked, a whine to her voice.
"I do believe I suggested that once, someone wouldn't let us," he laughed, reaching for the hand that laid on her stomach.
"Maybe you should've fought a little harder," she told him.
"Yeah now you tell me," he chuckled, moving closer to her. "Need me to do anything?" He asked, ready to step in as her knight in shining armour. He knew nothing about planning a wedding or what else needed to be done. He would figure it out if it meant he could take the stress away from her. He wanted her to enjoy this time and not be stressed out the whole time.
"Fight with my sister for me," she pouted.
"We both know that I can't do that," he chuckled, kissing her palm.
"Then why do I keep you around?" She teased, cracking an eye open to look at him.
"You tell me," he challenged her, his fingers brushing against the exposed part of her stomach.
"I can't say," she smiled, squirming when his fingers tickled the right spot on her ribs.
Her laughter quickly turned into moans, feeling his fingers trail up her stomach rubbing over her left breast. Jesse bit his lip finding his fiancée bare breast under the shirt she wore. Her mouth was on his, her teeth sinking into his bottom lip giving a pull before he could make any sort of comment. Groaning he pulled her on top, his hands moving down her body, slipping inside of the yoga pants she wore to squeeze her firm ass.
Removing her lips from his neck, she sat up, pulling her shirt over her head. Giggling when Jesse flipped them over attaching his mouth to her right breast. Her fingers busy undoing the buttons on his shirt. Pushing said garment down his shoulders, her fingers ran over his chest, inching their way to his jeans. With the button on his jeans popped, she snaked her hand into them, gripping his ass, as he bit down on her nipple, pushing the bulge in his jeans down to rub against her center, eliciting a gasp from her, connecting her legs around him pulling him closer, as her hands went to the back of his head, arching herself into him.
"That might be one of the best reasons on why I keep you around," she giggled, kissing her fiancé's naked chest, content on laying there listening to his erratic heartbeat slow down.
"One of many, I hope," he replied, pulling her closer, kissing her knuckles.
"One of many," she repeated, yawning.
With a chuckle, he kissed the top of her head, telling her, "get some rest. We will sort through the damage your sister did to our wedding later." The words were barely out of his mouth before he felt his finacée lull off to sleep. His own eyes growing heavy, closing on their own accord.
With the following days, any and all damage family members created over their wedding were fixed back to their liking, just in time for the ceremony itself. With everything done the exact way Calla wanted them to be, she used the days leading up to the wedding relaxing, not wanting to be stressed at her wedding. This would the only wedding she would ever have in her life, and she wanted nothing more than to enjoy the day. To her marriage was for life, and she felt that together or with the help offered to them, they would make it through anything and everything together for the rest of their lives.
"You about ready, baby?" Jesse asked, propping himself up on the door jam of the bedroom, his hands in the pockets of dress pants. "We do have to be at the restaurant in like 15 minutes," he reminded her.
"I know," she called out, digging for a certain necklace. "Wade say anything about this date of his?" She questioned, finding her black hills gold heart necklace, Jesse gave her for their six-month anniversary.
"No, sadly he didn't give any details about her up, and that we will meet her at dinner, which we are going to be late for," he told her, taking the necklace from her, to put it on her.
"Then we best get a move on," she told him, moving past him. Shaking his head, he followed behind her.
With a bit of luck on their side, they got to the restaurant with a few minutes to spare, only for her to get a sudden phone call from her sister. She sighed falling back into the seat, covering the phone to tell Jesse what was happening.
"Joey is having problems getting here on time for the wedding," she told him. "Go join your brother and I will join you in there shortly." She couldn't hang up on her sister; she needed to hash out the details and make sure that her sister would be okay. At this point, if they couldn't make a wedding, they knew about for some time she wasn't going to stress over them coming, family or not.
"You sure?" Jesse asked her. She nodded her head, sharing a small kiss with him, turning her attention back to her sister.
Knowing he couldn't help her out, he headed inside, hoping that either his brother and date had yet to show up, or they weren't waiting long for them. In all of his years of meeting Wade some place, Wade never once showed up on time always being late; he could only hope that was still the case, unless Wade's date happened to be a very punctual person.
"I know it is important to you, and I hate having to tell you about this," her sister sighed into the phone.
"Sure it's important that he be there for my wedding; this is a huge day for me. Nevertheless, I will not stress over this. You will be there when you should right?" She questioned. She wouldn't be happy if her sister bailed on her for more than one reason, she was part of the wedding and her family; she needed to be there.
"Yes!" Her sister exclaimed. "I wouldn't do that to you. I will be early even. Joey will turn up as soon as he can. We just don't know how soon before the wedding starts," she assured Calla.
"In that case, I am not going to worry about it, and he will show up as soon as he can. I don't have a say in when he needs to be there. If we are okay now, I have a dinner with my fiancé, Wade and his date to get to, we good now?" Calla asked, slipping from the car, locking the doors behind her.
"We are. You'll have to tell me all about this date of Wade's," she said. "Will she be at the wedding?"
"Yes, she will be there. So for the sake of everyone involved, I hope she is not like his normal dates," she said.
"You and I both," her sister laughed. "Enjoy your dinner," her sister said.
Saying their good-byes they hung up. Calla slipped her phone into her clutch, heading into the restaurant. With a quick look around she easily spotted the back of her fiancé's head, seeing him and Wade were in a deep conversation, about one thing or another. Approaching the table, Jesse's words were the ones she heard.
"You don't say what?" Calla asked, joining them. "Hey Wade. Where's your date?" She questioned, hugging Wade, accepting the kiss on the cheek from her soon to be brother.
"Your fiancé pissed her off," Wade smirked. She turned her attention from one brother to the other, waiting to hear what Jesse could have possibly said to piss Wade's date off.
"It was harmless, and I will apologize once she returns," Jesse quickly informed his fiancée.
"Good," she replied, not worried too much on what he said, clearly Wade already got after him for what had been said.
"Family crisis averted?" Jesse asked instead, placing his hand on top of hers.
"For now," she sighed. "Let's not talk about that," she said. Wedding talk couldn't be avoided for the night; she, however, would talk about it as little as she could get away with. She wanted to spend the night hearing about what Wade has been up to since leaving the city and learning more about Wade's date, whom had returned to the table Wade getting up to help her with her chair, shocking both Jesse and Calla at the gesture.