Page 65 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
“I don’t want to …” I had to stop and blow some more chunks. I didn’t know where all the food was coming from, I hadn’t even eaten that much.
She patted my back. “It’s nerves too, I bet.”
She handed me another damp paper towel as the spewing ended. “I’m not nervous at all about marrying Troy. Well, I am a little. But not because of him, because of me. Even then, I’m not about to not to go through with the marriage. I want it. I want it more than anything I’ve ever wanted.” I burped and waved away the stench that came along with that. “I need to brush my teeth. I can’t give my new husband a kiss with trench mouth.”
“I’ll run and get you something. I’m sure the front desk has something up there. I’ll be right back.” She left me alone, and I looked in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot, my hair had strands that had fallen out of the perfectly-shaped updo the nice lady in the beauty shop did for me. It matched Tatum’s perfectly.
We were supposed to have all these gorgeous pictures of the night we finally wed, and I looked like a drunken cliché of a bride. A real typical Vegas wedding picture, only I wasn’t drunk at all!
“Baby? Blyss? You back here?”
It was Troy. He’d come looking for me. And he’d see me in the dress!
“Troy, what are you doing back here?” I opened the door only a crack, making sure he couldn’t see me. “Cover your eyes!”
He did as I said and covered his eyes. “What’s wrong? You’re not chickening out on me, are you? I wouldn’t advise it, or Tatum will be very mad at you. She told me to tell you that.”
“I’m not chickening out. I shouldn’t have had the orange juice. Your son hates it. And he’s making everything else I’ve eaten in the past week come out of me. He’s kind of shitty like that.”
“Oh, baby. I’m sorry about that. Should we do this tomorrow?”
Him asking me that sent shivers down my spine. “Why? You don’t want to do this now? I mean, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I don’t want you to do it while you’re sick. That’s all. Of course I want to do it. But I don’t want you to have to use a barf bag as you come down the aisle to me.” He chuckled and it made me mad.
“Well, I might just have to do it that way. If you want a perfect wife, I guess you should’ve thought about it some more. I’m far from perfect, Troy.”
His fingers reached through the door, looking for mine. “Hey, take my hand.”
I did and felt the Earth move, like it always did whenever we touched. “How do you know me so well, Troy Masterson?”
“I don’t have a clue. I’m just glad that I do. So, you haven’t puked since I’ve been here. Wanna give this thing a shot?”
“Your mom’s bringing me a toothbrush kit. I’ve got a case of the stinky breath, thanks to our son.” I leaned on the wall, still holding his hand. “Can you believe this is finally happening? You and I went from me selling myself to you for the summer, to pregnant and soon to me married in less than one year. That has to be some kind of record. Don’t you think?”
“Probably. When you add in what you went through, what I went through, and adding Tatum in there, too, then it sounds like it should’ve been a few years, doesn’t it?”
I nodded. “I wonder how things would’ve been if we’d never met. I wonder if that man would’ve done those terrible things to me. I wonder if Mr. Sandoval would’ve made the decision to call you about Tatum. I wonder if you’d have been captured when you went on your mission. Do you wonder about any of that, Troy?”
“I did. When I had nothing to do but think, I thought about it all.”
“What if we bring each other bad luck, Troy? What if our lives will be one disaster after another because we’re not meant to be together?”
“It’s too late,” he said. “You’re already in my heart. And I think I might be in yours too.”
A smile curled my lips. “Yeah, you are.”
“If life’s going to throw curveballs at us forever, I can handle anything as long as I have you in my corner.”
“Me too.” I played with his fingers. “We’re gonna have a baby, Troy.”
“We’re going to have more than one, Blyss. I want a houseful.”
“Your house is way too big to make that a goal.” I laughed, then heard his mother’s voice coming down the hallway.
“Your toiletries are here and I’m heading back to wait for my blushing bride to come to me. Promise you won’t make me wait too long, Blyss?”
“I promise. Give me five more minutes. Sorry if I made you think I didn’t want to meet you up there. I do.”
