Page 68 of Filthy Commitments
“Asia Samantha Jones.” He paused, and I walked closer to him. “I’ve come clean. I’ve told our parents how we met online at the dating site and I hired you to pretend to be my wife just to avoid the social problems that go along with being a single man. I told them how sorry I was that I made a moral young lady lie for me. I also told them that along the way I fell in love with you. I asked your father if I could have your hand in marriage and he said nothing would make him happier. So what do you say? Would you make me the happiest man in the whole world and become my wife, for real?” He opened the box, and a different engagement ring was inside of it. A bigger and better one than the one that was still on my finger.
I pulled the rings off my finger as my body shook and sobs held fast in my throat. “Jett, nothing would make me happier than becoming your real wife.”
He put the flowers down and took the ring out of the box then slipped it on my finger. “Our lives start now. Our real lives.” The weight of the ring felt better on my finger. Not one bit heavy. It felt like part of me. A part I never wanted to lose.
“Jett, I want to tell you something.”
He stood and pulled me into his arms. “What would you like to tell me?”
I wanted him to be the first to know. I pulled him to me and whispered, “I’m pregnant.”
His eyes glistened as he took my face in his hands. “You’ve made me happier today than I knew was possible, Asia.” He kissed me, sweetly then looked at our parents as he wrapped me in his strong arms. “More great news. Asia just told me that we’re having a baby!”
Suddenly, we were in the middle of a giant group hug as everyone shouted their congratulations and I cried with relief and happiness.
He’d done it!
He’d made everything right. We wouldn’t have to lie anymore. I felt light as a feather with that weight off me.
Things were going to be okay. We’d get married, have our baby, and hopefully live our lives truthfully forever. I sure as hell was never going to lie about a damn thing again!
Jett rocked me in his arms when our parents backed off. They all went back into the kitchen to give us a moment of privacy. “Asia, I’m sorry that I left you alone. I’m sure you thought it was over.”
Looking up at him, I pounding my fists against his chest. “Jett, you scared the shit out of me! I cried and cried until I fell asleep then I woke up and cried some more. I was devastated. Why didn’t you just tell me what you were going to do?”
“Because you’d have demanded to come with me and take half the blame. I wanted to take all the blame. It was mine to take. And I didn’t know how any of our parents would take that news. If your parents were super pissed, I didn’t want any of their anger taken out on you. That’s why I left, turned off my cell so you couldn’t call me. I knew the sound of your voice would make it hard for me to go through with it. But I bit the bullet and told the truth and righted all the wrongs.”
My heart was swelling with love for the man. He’d been so selfless. I’d never felt more pride in anyone before. I kissed him as I ran my arms around him. “Jett, I love you more than life, itself. I promise I’ll be the best wife I can be. And I’ll be the best mother to your child that I can be. What you did proves to me that you are a man I can rely on and be proud to call my husband.”
His smile was priceless. “I’ll try my best to be what you need in a husband. And I’ll be the best father to our child that I can be. You never have to worry about a thing, I’ve got you, baby. Now let’s go get some breakfast. I’m starving.”
With a chuckle, he put his arm around my shoulders and led me to where our parents sat, waiting for us to join them at the first, every Sunday breakfast. It would be a tradition that would go on and on. As would our long and happy, real marriage.
Jett
I couldn’t wait to make Asia mine. We got on a private jet and headed to Vegas with our parents right there with us. I had her sisters and their families flown in too.
Asia would get the wedding she wanted!
We all spent a week there, preparing the perfect wedding for the love of my life. All the clothes had been bought. The flowers were picked out, and the small church was decorated lavishly. A reception in a private dining area of Asia’s favorite restaurant was scheduled. She was getting her dream wedding. And sharing it all with our families made it that much more special.
The day of the wedding grew hectic, even though the plans had been made extremely well. I suppose that’s just how weddings go. Things have to go wrong, or they’d be no fun!
Spring’s baby spit up on her dress. My father, trying to help, took the baby from her and little Ray spit up on his suit too. Mom thought she was dabbing club soda on the spot on Dad’s suit, but it turned out to be cola, staining it even more.
Asia was puking a lot, slowing things down. All I wanted to do was get the nuptials over so I could take my real wife to our room and make love to her as a real married couple.
Finally, the time came. Asia was ready. The music started, and there stood my gorgeous fiancé at the back of the room. Her white dress billowed out, making her look like the angel I thought her to be.
With slow steps, she came to me. I lifted her veil to find tears glistening in her pretty eyes. “Nice to see you, Miss Jones.”
“Glad you could meet me here today, Mr. Simmons.” She smiled at me, making my knees go weak.
We held hands and faced the pastor who got us to repeat things he said, and in the end, we kissed as man and wife.
The sensations that were running through me, I’d never experienced before. I was someone’s husband. And not too far into the future, I’d be someone’s father. Life was real for me then.
The reception was lovely and went on far too long. All I could think about was getting my wife up to our room.
