I want to say a massive sorry for the delay in this chapter. Honestly I don't know what the hold up even was, as this chapter has been done for ages now. And yes, I went against my word as this chapter does take place during their honeymoon. Italics is a flashback to the party where they met. I don't know when the next chapter will be posted, so I am sorry in advance if the next update takes longer than necessary. Enjoy!
Jesse walked up behind his wife slipping his arms around her waist, nibbling at the bare skin of her shoulder.
"Are you ever amazed that life brought you to this point?" She asked, leaning back into his chest, laying her hands on top of his.
Tightening his hold on her, resting his cheek against the crown of her head. "I am. Though with you next to me, every single day is amazing," he told her softly, letting the cool pinks, purples, and oranges fill the evening sky, basking in the moment with his newly crowned wife.
"Cheesy are we?" She giggled, snuggling even closer to him, if at all possible. Over the last few days she found she could never be close enough to him. Never once while in a relationship had she been clingy. Never once with Jesse has she felt the need to be wrapped around him at all times. Ever since exchanging vows, promises of forever, she has wanted nothing more than to be tucked safely in his warm, inviting, loving embrace.
"Only for you," he smiled. Wanting nothing more than this moment of sharing a sunset to last forever. Everything he needed, he held in his heart, perfectly content in the moment with his wife.
"Tell me," she whispered, tilting her head up to look at him, finding the confusion he wore adorable. "The party where Zoe shoved me into you," she explained, helping him out a bit. The desire to know his thoughts about that night, were never there, not until she reconnected with Zoe.
"Only if you tell me," he countered with, thinking back to that night, like he often did wishing he had done something different to make her his years sooner. Not that it matters now, as she is his and he will never let that change.
"I think I can manage that," she replied, moving from his embrace, ignoring how her body craved to be melted against his. Lacing her hand with his, she pulled him into their room, pulling him down on the bed next to her. She moved to get comfortable, mostly lying on top of him. Not that either one minded one bit.
"Zoe, it's spring break. We should have gone with our friends to party it up," she whined. "We have no classes, Zo. Let's go have a bit of fun. Please?" She pleaded with her.
"Fine," Zoe easily caved. She too wanted to go out and have some fun before she would be needed to start at the hospital. One night of partying wouldn't hurt her any. Finding a party wouldn't be as easy with a good chunk of campus missing, but it wouldn't be hard either. "Do you have a party in mind?" Zoe asked, going to her closet to find an outfit to wear.
"Yes," Calla smirked. "It's not on campus. I don't believe it's even a college party," she shrugged.
"Wait! We're going to crash a party?" Zoe questioned, pausing in her pursuit in finding an outfit to wear to look at her friend like she was crazy.
"You need to live a little Zo," she stated, walking out of Zoe's room to get ready herself.
Calla walked into her room pulling out a short jean skirt with a pink tank top and black wedged sandals. With the finishing touches of her makeup done she walked to the living room, stuffing what little she needed into her pockets not wanting to keep an eye on her purse all night.
"Looking good, Zo," she whistled seeing Zoe in skin tight jeans and a white tank top, knee high boots to complete the look. Zoe went sans purse as well.
"I'm not the only one looking hot," Zoe replied.
On the way to the party they came up with a plan to leave if they needed one. Better to be safe than sorry. Their worry about getting found out for crashing the party slowly turned into excitement the closer they got to the final destination.
Within a few minutes of being there and guys offering them drinks left and right and no one ready to kick them out they relaxed, opting out to get their own drinks not trusting the party goers around them to bring them a drink unharmed.
"That guy on the sofa keeps checking you out," Zoe whispered in her friend's ear. Seeing her friend searching the guys on the couch looking for the one Zoe mentioned.
"Please tell me it's the hottie in the green shirt, with dark hair?" She begged. Zoe took a quick look to see if it was the guy her friend wanted it to be.
"That would be him," Zoe giggled, sipping at her cup of alcohol, a fruity mix, they created.
"Should I go over there?" Calla asked, biting her lip. "Nah, I'll stay here," she stated. "Zoe what should I do?"
Having heard enough from her friend on whether or not she should go over and chat the guy up or stay far away, Zoe took matters into her own hands. Taking the drink from her friend she pushed her to land squarely on the guy's lap. With a smirk to her friend Zoe slipped back into the throng of the party and mingled with a few people and danced with some others.
"Angels really do fall from heaven," the guy laughed, making no move to let the chick that landed on top of him go. His grip tightening.
"Fall from grace is more like it," she stated, finding it hard to find the will to move from his lap. "Sorry," she said, finally getting the will to sit up, but making no move to actually get up. "Bit of clutz when I have my friend pushing me."
"Can't say I mind having a hot woman like yourself sitting atop me," he winked, his eyes traveling down her body.
His friends dragged him out to the party. He refused to come wanting to spend the time catching up on some sleep. He didn't like parties, not like his friends and not like his little brother. He would much rather be at home doing something useful with his time and not wasting it. For this party his friends gave him no choice. Getting to the party he found a beer and a spot on the couch and stayed put, talking to a few friends here and there. A few women caught his eye but the one that landed on top of him was by far the one he was keeping an eye on the most. He was trying to find the courage to talk to her for half the night. Ready to make his move when she landed on top of him. A blessing he is grateful for.
"I can say that I don't mind being on top," she flirted, moving her hand across his toned stomach. "I'm Calla," she told him, biting her lip softly.
"Jesse," he replied, moving his palm higher up her bare thigh, gently squeezing.
"Well Jesse, it's nice to meet you. Being a clutz was worth it this time," she teased, running a hand through his hair.
"What exactly happened after that?" He questioned. He remembered exchanging numbers, but the rest seemed to be a blur to him. Those moments didn't matter to him because they didn't have an impact on his relationship with his now wife.
"Zoe started to freak out about knowing someone there, so we had to leave as we were crashing it," she shrugged. Her attention hasn't been focused on Zoe but rather Jesse and the way he felt under her. "I will say it again, being a clutz was totally worth it."
"Does it even count? Zoe pushed you, you didn't trip. So you weren't really a clutz that night," he pointed out with a chuckle.
"It counts if I say so. Maybe I wanted Zoe to shove me on your lap, that way I wouldn't have ended up on your buddies lap. Then where would we be? Huh?"
"Here," he calmly told her, holding her tighter. "I would have fought my buddies off, babe. You will always be mine," he told her softly.
"I love you."
"I love you too," he replied, kissing her temple. "Nothing and no one will ever change that."
Returning home from their honeymoon, they were ready to get back to their daily lives as a married couple. Nothing changed for the couple. They made time for each other the best they could, work taking up most of their time.
"I can't take it anymore," Calla stated, coming home later than her husband. "For the last month we've had no time for us, Jesse. Sleeping next to each other and sharing a kiss in the morning just isn't cutting it any more. I miss my husband," she whined, moving to sit on his lap.
"I know what you mean," he said, pulling her in close. "This weekend is ours to do as we please. No phones, no nothing, just us."
"I love that idea," she smiled pecking his lips. "Where are we going?"
"Camping at our spot," he smirked, resting his forehead against hers. Their first date was a camping trip. They were supposed to go with a group of friends, but along the way they split off finding a spot of their own, claiming it as their first date. Watching the sun rise in the morning and the sun set at night, nothing could beat the magic it created and that is the feeling he wants to recreate over the weekend with his wife.
"I love that idea and I love you," she whispered, cupping his cheek.
"I love you," he replied, his lips upon hers.
When the weekend rolled around the sky was a clear blue, very few clouds floated through the sky. It seemed like a good weekend to go camping, multiple weather reports stating the weekend was going to be perfect. Not a single drop of rain in the foreseeable future. How often were weather reports accurate?
Their tent happened to be half-way up when they got drenched. Calla scrambled to put things back in the car, so they wouldn't get ruined from the sudden downpour, while Jesse hurriedly finished getting the tent set up.
They shared a laugh lying on the ground of the tent, the most they did was change into dry clothes, the air mattress and sleeping bag off to the side.
"Not the weekend getaway I imagined," Calla laughed, sitting up.
"It does have its perks," Jesse commented, pulling his wife down to lay atop of him. She laughed making no move to get off of him.
It could rain all weekend for all they cared, as it wouldn't be very often they would be leaving the tent. They were right where they wanted to be in each other's arms.