Page 42 of Omen's Bombshell

“Oaklynn, the photographer is ready to get the pictures done. She wanted to make sure you all ate before starting that,” my mom says, walking to our table with Oaklynn’s aunt at her side.

“Okay. Thank you,” she responds as she stands from her seat and we all follow her from under the tent that was put up this morning by the Prospects.

The photographer spends the next forty-five minutes taking various pictures of us. My favorite ones include Amanda even though she’s sleeping in my arms. By the time we’re done, we’re all tired and ready for the photographer to be done. Even Oaklynn’s lagging as she finally says she’s had enough. We all head back under the tent as the photographer wanders around to take candid pictures of the reception. I didn’t even know one was hired for the day until my mom walked up and told us. That’s one of the only details I didn’t remember discussing with my wife leading up to today.

“Will Omen bring his beautiful bride to the dance floor,” Carbon calls out as I turn to face him and see him holding a microphone in his hand. “It’s time for your first dance as husband and wife.”

With Oaklynn’s hand in mine, I lead her to the dance floor that’s been set up in one corner of the tent. Pulling her into my arms, the first notes ofTake My Nameby Parmalee fill the backyard. It’s a song I’ve heard Oaklynn listening to and knew it was meant to be our song. Oaklynn puts her arms up on my shoulders as she melts into my body and leans her head on my chest so she can look up at me as I slowly turn her on the floor while everyone watches us. I mouth the words of the song to my wife as we find ourselves in our own little world once again.

By the time the song is over with, my dad is standing at our side with a soft smile on his face that only a few people get to see.

“Oaklynn, I know I’m not your dad but you are my daughter now. Would you please do me the honor of letting me dance the father-daughter dance with you today?” he asks her, his voice low so no one else can overhear him as Oaklynn’s eyes fill with tears once again.

“I’d love to dance with you, Rooster,” she says, not pulling out of my arms as she looks up at my dad.

I step back after placing a soft kiss against her lips. Handing my wife over to my dad, I find the edge of the dance floor and take Amanda from my mom’s arms. With my daughter in one hand, I pull my mom into my side with the other one. We watch with everyone else as my dad and wife dance toShe’s Somebody’s Daughterby Drew Baldridge. My dad holds Oaklynn in his arms and I watch on, desperately wanting to go to her, when I notice her body shaking as she cries in his arms. This is something she wants to do with her dad and can’t. I’m happy as fuck my own dad stepped up to be there for her, but I’m not sure if this made the situation better or worse.

“She’s okay, Son,” my mom says as she wipes her own tears away and looks up at me. “This is a hard moment for her and your dad will take care of her. Oaklynn needs this even if it hurts because she does have a dad in my husband even if it’s not her biological dad. He’ll always be there for her without hesitation.”

“I know. It’s just hard watchin’ her cry and knowin’ she’s in his arms instead of mine,” I tell her, looking down at Amanda and imagine dancing with her at her wedding one day in the very distant future.

My mom and I watch on as the song continues to play. The second it’s over, I make my way to my dad and wife. Pulling Oaklynn into my arms, I hold her close while the dance floor fills with people as the song changes and becomes one everyone can dance to. I walk off the floor with my girls in my arms and take a seat at our table again. Oaklynn pulls away and wipes her eyes with a napkin before giving me a soft smile. No, I didn’t dance with my mom because I hate dancing. I will only dance with my girls and no one else.

“I’m okay, Omen. I promise you,” she finally says as Amanda starts to stir in my arms.

Standing from my seat, I walk to the playpen and quickly change her diaper before grabbing the blanket and heading back to Oaklynn. Standing in front of her, I hold the blanket around my girls as Oaklynn pulls her dress down enough to expose her chest to nurse our daughter. When Amanda’s in place, I gently cover her with the blanket so no one can see any part of what’s going on right now. Melissa is also nursing Sam a few chairs down as Homicide stands over them, glaring at anyone who dares to look in this direction. I’m the same as I watch over my girls like their protector.

“When you’re done feeding the baby, we’ll have you cut the cake,” Maggie says, walking up to our table and keeping her eyes on me instead of her niece.

“Okay. That works perfectly. I don’t want to keep my girls out here too late. Amanda needs to stay on her schedule. Are you stayin’ at the house with us tonight?” I return, not sure what her plans are for the night.

“No. I’m gonna stay in your room here at the clubhouse to give the two of you privacy on your wedding night. I can keep Amanda with me if you want me to,” she answers as I continue looking at her.

“Thank you, but I think we’ll keep her with us. Oaklynn hates pumpin’ and does it rarely. You’re gonna stay with us startin’ tomorrow though so we can spend time together, yeah?” I question her, knowing Oaklynn won’t want Maggie staying in the clubhouse on her own more than for tonight.

“Yeah. Call me when you guys are ready for me to come over and we’ll spend the day doing whatever you guys want,” she answers before turning and leaving us alone once more.

When Oaklynn and Melissa are done nursing their babies, I take my daughter back in my arms and hand her off to my dad as we make our way over to the table holding the cake. Together, Oaklynn and I cut the first piece and each take a small part of it after putting it on a plate. I catch the evil glint in her eye just before we reach forward to feed one another. I intend on going in and simply feeding my wife the cake, but I have a bad feeling she doesn’t plan on doing the same thing. Holding back, I let her continue reaching forward until she smashes the cake in my face and smear it all over as much as she can while laughing softly. Everyone starts clapping as they watch us. Finally, I make my move. I press the cake against her plump lips and let her take a small bite before smearing the rest of it all over her face. Oaklynn doesn’t get mad or upset but laughs harder than ever.

I see the flash going off as the photographer continues taking pictures of the two of us. My dad’s booming laughter fills the air around us. Everyone starts laughing with us and clap as we turn to face them without a care in the world. This is why I handed our daughter to my dad so she doesn’t get covered in cake right along with the two of us. My mom and Maggie finally step forward and help us clean the mess off our faces. There’s frosting in my beard that will remain there until I can get home and in the shower. This shit is a mess, but I don’t care. It made my wife happy as fuck and that’s all that matters.

After enjoying cake with everyone, I stand from my chair and help Oaklynn out of her seat. We walk over to my parents and Maggie, letting them know we’re heading home for the night as my dad hands Amanda over to me. Together, the three of us make our way to my truck which I brought down earlier. Once my girls are settled in their seats, I walk around and get behind the wheel. Before pulling out to take the small road leading to the houses out back, I rest my hand on Oaklynn’s thigh and smile at her. This is my life now and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. I’m exactly where I’m meant to be and Oaklynn is the only woman I’d ever give all of myself to without hesitation.

The rest of the night, I do exactly as I planned. After putting our daughter to bed, I slowly peel Oaklynn’s dress off of her body and drape it over the chair that’s been brought into our bedroom. After stripping out of my clothes, I take her white lace bra and matching thong off before spreading her out in the middle of our bed. For the rest of the night, I spend hours giving my wife exactly what she needs while once again exploring her body as if it’s the first time all over again. We have sex in our bed, the shower, and then the tub before finally crashing into bed where I pull her into my arms and Oaklynn rests her head against my chest as sleep finally claims both of us while the sun starts to show.

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