Page 64 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
Mom nodded and hugged her as she looked at me with a smile on her face. I loved seeing my mother with her only grandchild. She loved her so much and it came so easily to her. Where Tatum was concerned, my parents could’ve taken that badly too. Instead, they welcomed her and her grandparents with open arms. If I was only half as wonderful as my parents were, I’d still be proud of myself.
The music changed to the bridal march and I waited to see my beautiful bride come down that aisle to me. And I waited, then I waited some more. Mom jumped up after much too long had gone by and went to see what the problem was.
“Well, what do you suppose the problem is, son?” Dad asked me, as if I knew.
“Maybe pregnancy stuff,” I said. “It couldn’t be cold feet, could it?”
“Surely not,” Dad agreed. “Why would she get cold feet? For goodness sakes, she’s been staying with us and planning on living there with us, even if you weren’t there. I just don’t see it being that.”
“You don’t think this is all just too much stress for her, do you?” I asked him as I began to get really nervous. “She’s so fragile. I bet I made her do this marriage thing much too soon. I barely got back from being missing. She must’ve thought I was dead at times. Why did I push her to do this so fast? I’m always making mistakes where she’s concerned. She’s like a porcelain doll that I have no idea how to handle. Damn!”
“She’s a lot tougher than you give her credit for. This is a wedding. There’ll be pictures you guys will have forever. I bet she was crying, because her hormones have her doing that a lot. I bet she wanted to fix her makeup. That’s probably all. You’re pretty hard on yourself where she’s concerned.”
“Only because it’s true. I should’ve waited. I could’ve waited. I mean, look how long she stayed with you guys, waiting to see if I’d ever come back. She has the patience of a saint, and I have none. No patience at all. Man, what have I done? I bet she’s a mess and that’s why she’s not coming down this aisle to me. I bet she’s wondering if I want to get married just because she’s pregnant and she’s thinking she doesn’t want a marriage based on an impending baby. She wants to get married for love and love alone.”
“That’s just nonsense, son. You should calm down before you stress yourself out. You do have a problem with patience, that much you have right about yourself. You should’ve taken more time at the hospital and let them help you get some nutrients into you. You shouldn’t be physically taxing on yourself right now. And you have the honeymoon coming up in just a little while.” He stopped as something came to his mind. “I wonder if she’s worried about that. You know, worried you’re not up to that yet. I bet that’s it. I bet she’s thinking you guys should give it a while before you think she expects sex out of you.”
“Wrong,” I said as I shifted my weight. “She and I did that already.”
Shock filled his expression. “When in the hell did you manage to do that?”
“In the hospital room, in the shower. The doc left us alone.”
“Did he know what the hell you were doing?”
“He winked at me before he left. I suppose he did know.”
“Well, he shouldn’t have even allowed that. You’re depleted. That was just dangerous. Damn, son!”
“I felt a hell of a lot better afterward, let me tell you.” I thought about what he’d said, and there was just no way she wanted to hold off the marriage for the reason he thought.
The man who was going to marry us leaned up to whisper, “Maybe we should reschedule this. I have a couple coming in at midnight. That’s only an hour away. There’s the matter of vacuuming up the rose petals, you know.”
“We’re not rescheduling until I find out what the problem is.” I tapped my foot and looked at my watch. “I’ll give her five more minutes, then I’m going back there myself. I don’t care if it is bad luck to see her in the wedding dress or not. This is ridiculous!”
“Daddy, is Mommy going to come up there with you and get married or not?” Tatum called out. “Cause I’m gonna be so mad at her if she don’t!”
“Mommy must be having problems with her dress, princess. Don’t be mad at her for it. She won’t leave Daddy standing at the altar like some kind of loser. Not after all Daddy’s been through. She’d never do that.”
Would she?
Would she actually leave me like that? Did some idiotic fear surface in her and she wasn’t going to go through the wedding?
I knew she had issues. God knows I knew that. I put my faith in her anyway. She’d waited for me. She’d made commitments all on her own to my daughter, something she didn’t have to do.
She could commit to adopting Tatum, but marrying me was something she couldn’t seem to commit to. What was wrong with me? Was I some kind of an idiot and didn’t realize it?
I was a catch! A motherfucking catch!
Blyss had me feeling like chopped liver and right at the time I was supposed to be feeling like the king of the motherfucking world!
What the fuck!
Blyss
“It was the stupid orange juice,” I whined, then wretched again as I hung my head over the toilet. “I shouldn’t have drunk it. I know how citrus affects the baby. Even apple juice comes right back up.”
“Oh my goodness, Blyss. This is just awful. Should I go tell them to call this thing off? You can get married in the morning when you feel better,” Troy’s mom tried to comfort me.
