Gleggie Gala
Saturday
Michonne's eyes blink awake. Today would be a long day filled with hard work and tons of joy. She rises slowly and sits on the edge of the bed. No queasy stomach or light head. Thanks Baby G. Rick's warm, calloused hand reaches out to caress her lower back, "Morning," his deep, southern drawl calls.
"Morning Handsome…we have a full day and Maggie runs a tight ship," she laughs lightly.
"Hhm-hm," he props up on his elbow, "remember what your promised," he reminds not fully alert.
She sighs, "I will eat a full breakfast and lunch…no heavy lifting and stay hydrated," she confirms and turns toward him.
He takes in her panty clad form and lays his head in her lap with his head facing her belly. "Your job is to keep all the food down so you can grow healthy and strong," he kisses her stomach.
"Daryl…oh, Baby…right there," Sasha moans. Daryl surprised her at the crack of dawn with a deep dick alarm.
"Sasha…I love you…I am going to give you everything," he strokes into her.
The emotional weight of his words causes her to open her eyes. He stares back at her with pure love and devotion. She raises her legs and crosses them across his back under his shoulder blades. He thrusts stronger and she cries out, "I am only for you…this is all for you."
His release washes over him and he shatters, "Thank you…I love you so deeply." He collapses and she holds him tenderly-stroking his hair.
"So…to review. We are all working today until close. Sophia you have a movie date with standard curfew and Carl you have the wedding reception," Carol clarifies.
"Yep," Sophia responds.
Carl replies, "It is still not too late to come with us."
"Are you kidding…house to myself-I'll pass," she smiles.
Sophia leaves to get dressed, "Aunt Carol…I need to talk about some changes," Carl re-directs. "I want to get my own cell account and give you gas money every month," he offers with pride.
"That is not necessary…I am handling everything just fine," she responds. I am in control. I can do this on my own.
"I know…but I earn a salary now and Dad always said a man pays his own way," he clarifies.
"How about a compromise…you bring me your price quote as comparison and we can negotiate-fair," she pushes back.
He shrugs, "Fair."
Rosita pulls up her panties, "Hey Ford," she calls over her back.
Abe's head pops up off the pillow, "is it time for another round," he questions half asleep.
"No, I'm good. You definitely brought out all the stops. Look, here's the deal. We are partners in the field and we make one hell of an ass kicking team. I don't want to mess that up…so I am going to end this benefit only situation," she explains.
"Whoa…do I have a say?" he challenges.
"What's to say? It's not like I am the last woman on earth…with everyone around us settling down I figured you were already thinking about moving on…finding something meaningful," she clarifies but continues to dress.
He stammers, "I…uh…hmm…hadn't really thought about it."
"You should. Anyway…see you at Maggie's for set up. Enjoy the reception," she exits the room.
Abe stares and the vacant space she just occupied and listens to the front door close. I am not sure how to feel about this.
They enter the Greene family barn. The rental company delivered the tables, chairs, lighting and set up the dance floor. "Thanks for coming…your help means the world to us," Glenn introduces.
Maggie joins him, "Each bin contains all the items to dress two tables and a picture of what the finished product should look like. If you have any questions see me or my very pregnant assistant Quinn," she smiles. The family and friends pair off working diligently until the barn is transformed into the perfect wedding reception venue.
Gold dinner chairs surround each table. The tables are covered with a simple white linen table cloth; a simple oversized, round, red sequined runner is placed in the middle to anchor the green foliage center pieces dotted with red flowers. Electronic tea candles provide enough illumination for pleasant dinner conversation.
A lover's table centers the front of the room with a red rose arrangement. The caterers will finish the tables with white and gold place settings before arranging the buffet: herb chicken; rosemary and garlic potatoes, vegetables, wild rice and an assortment of breads.
After a morning and early afternoon filled with tasks to complete the men depart and the women enter the Greene family home to prepare Maggie for her big night.
The vocalist, Xavier and Karen Marie, are rehearsing with the DJ. "I don't want to mess this up," he explains. The first track is the solo and the second track is the duet. I keep the party going after the speeches."
"Right…you go it," they answer after each other.
Upstairs mani-pedis are completed and Bonnie Rae is up to her elbows in make-up, bronzers, mascara, lashes and every lipstick or gloss known to woman or man. "Karen is on her way up for hair…I have to admit y'all are some hot bitches," she compliments.
"It takes one to know one," Maggie snaps back playfully for the group.
Sasha sprawls dramatically in a chair allowing her nails to dry, "What is the best part about being married," she questions.
Bonnie Rae laughs, "OMG…I am the old married lady in the group. It is a whole new world...The comfort-knowing unconditional love is on the other side of the door when you return home to each other. Trust me…it is not all rainbows and unicorns but it is damn sure worth fighting for; to not walk in this world alone," she reflects.
Night fall over King's County
Rick picks up Daryl, "Thanks Man," he greets sliding into the front seat.
"Not a problem…who are you? Johnny Cash," he ribs.
"Naw…more John Lee Hooker…Who are you? One of the Men In Black," they both laugh.
They stop to pick up Carl who is making his way down the steps, "Hell…when did he get grown," Daryl muses.
"Clearly while we weren't looking because we still have to pick up his girlfriend," Rick shares.
"The hot, little number from the Pizza Party," he clarifies.
"Yep…it is exclusive and serious," Rick's eyes face forward to watch the young man that has replaced the little boy with Hot Wheels in his pocket.
"Hey guys…I see your girls dressed you too," Carl observes as he climbs into the back seat with his suit jacket folded neatly over his arm. He is wearing the Calvin Klein suit, a crisp white shirt with sharp, black buttons but no tie.
"Absolutely…it is much easier this way," they confess.
Carl rings the doorbell to the Washington household prepared to greet Ms. Washington. To his delight Justice opens the door, "Surprise," she exclaims, "I am on time."
He tries to respond but his brain has shut down. Justice stands before him in a double v-neck lace sheath dress with nude lining. Her ample cleavage demurely covered in lace refuses to let him look above her neck. Her hair is pulled into an elegant bun with a side swept bang and tendril curls dancing along her neck on the right side. "You know…you cannot stare at them all night," she teases.
"The hell I can't…bring your fine ass here," he embraces her and kisses the back of her jaw near her ear. "How are they not falling out?" he is genuinely curious.
"Double sided tape…Mom, we're leaving," she calls over her shoulder.
"Wait…one picture," she grabs her phone. "The two of you look like you should be on top of the wedding cake…so precious," she gushes. They both blush. "Since you have yet to let me down I am giving you a free pass…just text when you head back," she states.
Justice hugs her, "Thank you...We won't let you down," their words tumble over each other.
"That is what I am counting on…have an amazing night," she instructs.
The barn burst with excitement. Guests dressed in their black and white cocktail best per the invitation mingle enjoying the appetizers and drinks. Soft instrumental jazz flows from the speakers in the background. Michonne enters to address the crowd from the microphone. "Welcome to the Grand Reception for Mr. and Mrs. Rhee…please take your assigned seats."
Rick tries to remember where their table is located but his brain has limited blood flow. Michonne's locs are swirled at the crown of her head in a bun. The only make-up he can distinguish is a fiery, red lip and sweeping lashes. The sweetheart neckline of the red lace dress kept his feet from moving. His hands, mouth and tongue have mapped every inch of her body and her dress can barely contain her fuller breast. I will behave. I will not fuck her in a closet, empty room or the backseat of the car.
She continues speaking once most of the guests have taken their seats. She winks at Rick spurring him into action and smiles at the crowd. "We begin our evening with the Father-Daughter Dance…presenting Dr. Herschel Greene," she introduces. Herschel enters the room escorted by Sasha on his right arm and Rosita on his left. Sasha wears a strapless red lace dress with her natural curls pulled away from her face with a thin, gold metallic head band. Rosita's read lace dress is a one-shoulder goddess style. The left side of her hair is pulled back with a simple gold metallic comb. They both sport the signature red lip and dramatic lashes.
Daddy Greene waits in the middle of the dance floor. He stands proudly in a classic tuxedo with a white dinner jacket. "Please stand for Glenn and Maggie Rhee," Michonne directs.
All heads turn toward the barn entrance. Glenn dressed in a traditional tuxedo tall and strong with Maggie's hands tucked into his elbow. They take measure steps to the beat of the song coming from the speakers as they make their way down the aisle created by the tables. Once they are halfway to Herschel he recognizes that his little girl is wearing her mother's wedding dress and a sob bursts forth that he is unwilling to contain.
The lace of the jewelry neckline kisses her shoulders and the red-tipped toes of her bare feet peek out with every step she takes. The screen on the back wall displays her parents wedding photo. The crowd quickly makes the connection; the ooh's and awe's flow effortlessly.
Glenn places Maggie's hand in her father's outstretched palm as the first chord of the musical selection begins and Xavier's voice rings out…
Darling' you send me…darling' you thrill me…honest you do…At first I thought it was infatuation but it lasted so long…now I find myself wanting to marry you and take you home…
He serenades the father-daughter duo as they glide over the dance floor focused only on each other. There is not a dry eye in the place. The song ends and Daddy Greene bows to his daughter before swallowing her in a warm embrace, "I am happier than any one man deserves," he whispers in her ear.
"No Daddy…you deserve every happiness life holds. I love you," she kisses his cheek.
Glenn taps Herschel on the shoulder, "May I have the first dance with my wife?"
"By all means," he returns the earlier gesture by placing Maggie's hand on her husband's palm. Glenn slides his other arm around her waist and kisses the tip of her nose as the music begins.
My love…there's only you in my life…the only thing that's right
My first love…you're every breathe that I take…every step I make…
Karen and Xavier harmonize beautifully into the chorus…my Endless Love
Maggie and Glenn dance, spin and kiss across the floor. After the last note Karen takes over the hosting duties, "The couple would like you, if amenable, to join them for the next selection. Dates, couples old and new fill the dance floor as the DJ takes over.
When my legs don't work like they use to before…when I can't sweep you off of your feet…darling I will be loving you until I am seventy…
The night is filled with the magic only true love can bring.
The reception is down to family and close friends, "Glenn and Maggie this was an amazing night," Rick compliments.
"Thank you," Glenn responds. Maggie sits sideways in his lap swinging her legs softly.
"Did you see Daddy's face…he was thrilled and that is all I wanted for him," she gushes.
"Tonight was magical…I may have shed a tear," Rosita jokes.
"Trick please…you cried your lashes off," Sasha calls her out and the table erupts in laughter.
"Ugh…I surrender. I cannot compete with all this happy ever after," she gestures around the table. Daryl's arm is around Sasha's waist and Michonne's head rests on Rick's shoulder. "Especially those two…they are killing me," she emphasizes nodding her head across the room.
The entire table turns their heads to watch Carl and Justice. She is sitting in his lap on his left thigh with her legs crossed feeding him wedding cake. Every few bites he raises the glass of her virgin cocktail to her mouth and she takes a dainty sip.
Carl gazes at Justice's face which is filled with happiness. "Tell me a secret?" he asks quietly even though they are alone.
She smile at him but looks down shyly, "I still get butterflies when I know I am going to see you or sometimes when my screen shows you are calling," she whispers in response.
"I miss you…especially after date nights. I like holding you," he offers unsolicited. Justice raises her head and her eyes fill with wonder. He continues, "You know I am crazy about you-right," his words are punctuated with passion.
"Good…I am crazy about you too," she uses her hand to brush the hair from his eyes.
He pulls her face to his with his hand around the back of her neck and he kisses her until she is breathless.
The grown-ups smile protectively at the unsuspecting young couple, "Relationship goals for real," Michonne signifies.