Las Vegas 2011
The bride and groom should not see each other on wedding day. So Padmé stayed with her family and Sabé and Anakin with his family and Ben. Padmé's family had breakfast early, and breakfast was ordered to the room for Padmé and Sabé. Padmé couldn't eat much, she was being plagued with nausea again, but at least she wasn't throwing up. During the day it was gone. She mostly ate fruit from the well-filled bowl which was standing on the table. She was in a good mood, speaking with Sabé in their usual way.
"In a few hours you'll be Lady Skywalker, your sweet Lord has money, do you still want to work?"
"I would die of boredom at home. He also works, despite his money."
"Does he have a lot of money, not that I'm curious?" and winked.
"You're bursting with curiosity. He has a few million on his account and he will inherit real estate and lands. So I can still afford Louboutins."
"And Ben, you know... maybe...?"
"You bad girl...should I check if he might have a castle in Scotland?"
"Oh Padmé, I don't know if we'll work out. I like him, he has everything, but he's so indecisive and that unnecessary political discussion on New Year's Eve... maybe that was my fault. I'm so upset, can't he see he's wrong?"
"Sabé, he just has a different opinion, that doesn't mean he's wrong. Just think about what I told you about similarities."
"Since when are you so wise?"
"Ever since I got pregnant." Padmé laughed.
"Then I went off the pill."
They ordered a bite to eat, carpaccio for Sabé, and Italian salad for Padmé.
"You don't like carpaccio anymore?"
"I do, but I'm not allowed to eat raw meat. Dr. Skywalker has forbidden it."
"And you obey like a dog?"
"He's right, Sabé. I checked, read, and asked my mother."
"He always seems to be right. Tell me, is the sex so damn good that you'll put up with anything?"
"Sabe! I don't accept everything, but he's right about many things, medical ones anyway. And yes, the sex is….. mind-blowing."
"What is he doing to you?"
"OK. I'll tell you for the last time, I'm getting married now and won't talk anymore about my marriage sex life. Well, firstly, he gets a blow job, then I get spoiled until I go insane. Oral sex is a mandatory part of foreplay. He always starts slowly and as he picks up the pace, I feel like I'm melting. He is big and fills me up completely. The orgasms hit me like a tsunami and these waves last a long time, I think he knows how to prolong my orgasms. I already told you, he is gentle and tender, he caresses me and then kisses, cuddles with me. Sabé, believe me, it's not just sex, it's his character that counts. He is honest, empathetic, fair, flexible, conscientious, helpful, responsible, loyal..."
"Stop it, stop it, you're so infatuated with him. Is there anything he is not?"
"Oh yeah, he's a bit possessive and not particularly patient."
"Well, if that's all. Padme, tell me honestly, are you happy?"
"Like never in my life, I can't wait to be his wife."
"Lady Skywalker, what?"
"You know it's not like that."
"But you like it, don't you, I know you."
"OK. OK. , you're right." She laughed.
"You bitch!"
Meanwhile, the hairstylist came and got to work. She had artfully conjured up a bridal hairstyle that Padme chose from her catalogue. She secured the flowers in her hair like Padmé wanted. "You have beautiful hair, Ma'am, I can do anything with it. Are you satisfied?"
"More than satisfied, thanks." Padmé paid and tipped well. The hairstylist left. Shortly thereafter, the makeup artist came to do Padmé's makeup. Padmé just wanted something subtle. Sabé and the makeup artist thought a little more, but it would be better not to apply too much.
"Padmé, it's because of the gown, it's so beautiful and dominating that it wouldn't show your face."
Padme agreed. This achievement was also generously rewarded. Sabé got dressed and then Padmé's mother and Sola came, it was time to put on the wedding gown. Sola came with Ryoo and Pooja. The girls wore light pink dresses and matching pink jackets. They broke baskets of flower petals, which they will distribute around the church on the way to the altar.
Padmé stood and let her mother, Sola and Sabé dress her. Each of them pulled, tugged, and adjusted the gown into the position they thought was correct until the gown fitted perfectly. The shoes and cape completed her outfit.
The bouquet of flowers was in a vase, stored damp but not wet, on the table. It was a small bouquet of white and soft pink roses. Pink and white rose petals were in Ryoo's and Pooja's baskets.
It was time to go to church. Ruwee and Darred were waiting in the limousine.
"Mom, I'm terribly nervous, I can't breathe."
"Why Padme? You love him, he loves you, it's the right thing, everything is going as it should...then why be nervous?"
"I don't know." It looked like she wanted to cry.
"Padmé stop, you're smearing your makeup. There is nothing to have doubts or be nervous about. Let's go." said Sabé.
Sola put the cape on her shoulder and gave her the bouquet. Finally, she smiled and went to the door. The white stretch limousine was waiting below. Sabé helped her friend with the dress, they all got in and drove towards the Guardian Angel Cathedral.
The limousine stopped in front of the entrance, everyone got out, Sabé helped Padmé with the dress again. Ryoo and Pooja went ahead to spread the rose petals along the path to the altar. Ruwee offered his daughter his right arm crook, she put her hand on, and so they went into the church together. Sabé and Jobal were behind them and Sola with the family.
On the left side of the altar stood the groom, his Best man and Owen. Anakin's family sat on the same side. They all had been there for a quarter of an hour, waiting for the bride. The bride is always late.
That was the time Anakin was thinking about everything, he was thinking of himself, of Padmé, of the babies to come, of his mother...who wasn't there. He had achieved what he wanted, had a good job, friends, a woman he loved, who loved him, and soon he will have a family... actually everything except his beloved mother, but he knew, she wanted him to be happy. His father, Cliegg, told him the life goes on and so it is. He won't find peace if he keeps looking back at the things he can't change. Padmé and the kids will be his universe now. Is that enough? Yes, it is.
At that moment, holding her father's hand, Padmé enters the church, the organ started to play. At the sight of his bride, Anakin felt the warmth in his chest. She made her way to the altar over the rose petals that gathered under her gown. Ruwee approached Anakin and slipped Padmé's hand into his. He seemed to be crying...his little girl. Anakin's smile was reassurance that he needn't worry. He looked into her eyes, they were glassy. He whispered:
"You are so...beautiful."
"It's only because I'm in love with you."
"No. No, it's because I'm so in love with you."
They were asked to sit on the bench in front of the altar. Sabé, standing at Padmé's side, helped with the dress, so Padmé and Anakin sat down.
The ceremony lasted almost an hour. Before the YES-word was given, Ben lit the wedding candle. When the rings sprinkled with holy water were exchanged, with one wearing this ring as a sign of our love and fidelity, the priest placed the stole around the clasped hands of the newlyweds and placed his hand on them.
"In the name of God and the Church, I confirm the marriage covenant that you have made."
Anakin kissed his bride and whispered I love you in her ear. Padmé cried, and then… Anakin too. The documents had yet to be signed, and she was now his wife.
They left the church and boarded the waiting limousines, headed for Caesars Palace.
Dinner, a five-course meal, was taken fairly early, they wanted to sit together as long as possible. Before the meal, Ruwee addressed a few words to the small wedding party, as did Cliegg and Ben. Finally, the wedding cake was cut. Sola had the idea of making the cake square in several levels, like a ziggurat. It was white and beautifully decorated. As Padme and Anakin were about to cut the cake together, Anakin said,
"Dear family and friends, we are fortunate to have you with us on this important day, and thank you for your support and help. My wife and I will climb the heaven of love by cutting into this Tower of Babel."
He looked at the open door of the hall and saw his mother standing there. Padmé noticed his troubled expression and looked in the same direction. She saw Anakin's mother smile. The two looked at each other and then back to the door... but there was no one anymore.
"Was that a déjà vu, Anakin.?"
"I think she wanted to tell us, she's happy for us."
Anakin took the knife, Padmé put her hand on his and they cut the cake. She put a piece in his mouth. "May be your life with me, as sweet as this cake."
He got a piece too, he just said, "I love you infinitely, My Lady. Now you're a lady." He winked.
They didn't want live music, but there was soft music playing in the background that you could dance to. Anakin took Padmé's hand and they put the English Waltz on the floor, which was just playing.
Everyone sat until after midnight and when Jobal noticed that Padmé was tired, she got up, followed by the rest of the company, and went to their rooms. Once in their suite, Anakin asked, "Are you nauseous, are you alright?"
"I'm okay. Why do you ask?"
"I'd like to have sex with My Lady, I'm quite...excited."
"Do not call me that. First I was Padmé, then Angel, and now My Lady... it sounds like a joke."
"You were Dormé first." She lowered her head and looked at the floor. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that. I didn't mean to blame you, sorry."
"It's okay, it's my own fault."
"We've been through this, sorry I shouldn't have said that."
"Ani..."
"Yes, my Angel?"
"That sounds better...love me now...please..."
He hugged her and held her against him. She felt his erection getting stronger and twitching.
"This precious gown has to go. It's beautiful, you make this beautiful."
He took off all parts of the dress and hung them up. Then he got on his knees in front of her, grabbed her leg by the calf and pulled off her shoe.
"Cinderella shoes? Your father really has money." He laughed.
"You know exactly how much they cost, don't you, you rascal."
He picked her up, laid her on the bed and positioned himself to hover over her. Then he started kissing her, as always, the face, neck, her breasts, holding her stomach for a long time and whispering something to his children, and then he went deeper. She thought he was going to pamper her properly now, but no, his lips continued to hike down until he reached the garter. He lifted his head and looked brief at the beautiful piece. It was made of Chantilly lace with small flowers, baroque pearls and gold. He gripped the band between his teeth and slowly pulled it down. He did the same with her stockings. Then he got up to undress.
"You look good in that suit, too good...but even better naked."
He smiled, quickly undressed, hung up the clothes and lay down next to her. In seconds, her bra and pants were on the floor.
"How would my wife like to be spoiled?"
"The whole program, please."
He knew what that meant. He got a blow job first, returned the favour and then slid inside her...the movements were slow and careful now because of the babies. Nevertheless, this union was a firework of emotions for both of them. Usually, they made love several times in one night, like this one, the first night as a married couple. They fell asleep contentedly.
After solving his morning problems, he kissed her a hundred times, and they got up, showered, dressed and went to the breakfast room to find the family to eat together.
Then they walked through the Casino, obligatory if you're already in Las Vegas. In the afternoon they flew to Washington D.C. with his family, Ben and Sabé, her family said goodbye and flew to Boston. Now they didn't know when they would see each other again. Cliegg invited Padmé's parents to England, and they promised to come. Padmé regretted that she won't be able to fly to England any time soon, she's pregnant now and certainly not when the babies are here. The time will come, she was sure of it.
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Best regards from Germany