Page 19 of Tales of Obsession Epilogue
“Poppy!” My mother banged on the bedroom door. “We’re here. Open up.”
“Shit.” With my hands against his chest, I shoved him away.
“Hey!” he protested, trying to gather me in his arms again. “I wasn’t done with you.”
“Poppy. What’s taking so long?” Mom sounded panicked. She was half convinced that I would make a run from the shenanigans. “We have to start with your hair and makeup.”
I inwardly groaned. “Go!” I told Damon, tilting my head at the railing.
He gave me anAre you serious?look. “I’m pretty sure your mom already knows that we’re married and have sex.”
“I don’t care.” The photographer was with my mother, along with my cousins and at least twenty other people. One look at us, and they would know exactly what we were up to. While itshouldn’t matter—since we were married and all—I wasn’t big on PDA, and I definitely didn’t want to get caught post coitus. “You cornered me for a quick fuck. The cost is leaving through the balcony.”
He smirked. “Worth it.”
“Start climbing.”
“At least give me a kiss first.”
“The next time I kiss you will be at the altar.” Otherwise, we would go for round two and miss the ceremony completely. I would like to make it to at least one of my weddings.
Damon shook his head while descending the rails. “This brings back memories.”
I couldn’t help my half smile. It was a fitting way to start our vow renewal ceremony.
The banging on the door intensified just as Damon disappeared into the dark. “Poppy! What’s going on?”
I straightened my dress before marching to the door.
“What took you so long?” Mom asked, rocking Arya against her. As much as she joked about how I made her a grandmother way too soon, she loved Arya to death, and my daughter was already attached to hernani.
I smoothed a hand down my dress. “I was just trying it on. Still fits.”
Jordan grabbed at the edge of the fabric. “It’s a little wrinkled, babe.”
“Is it?” I tried to keep my face as neutral as possible. I wondered if she could smell the cum leaking down my thighs.
“Don’t worry. We’ll steam it,” Rose chirped.
I shrugged, changing into a robe and handing the dress over to Rose. I inwardly cringed when I noticed remnants of white against the inner lining. Luckily, no one else caught it.
Soon, I was distracted with feeding my daughter and putting her to sleep. Meanwhile, Mom was busy with pre-weddingdetails. She had finally gotten her lifelong dream of fussing over me.
“Stop moving, Poppy,” Mom scolded, painting my eyelids with a brush.
“Then stop putting stuff on my face.” I would kill her if I found anything sparkling on my eyelids.
“It’s just a little makeup. It’s for the photos.”
I did a silent cheer when Arya woke up with a cry. Saved by the bell. Jerking away from my mother, I made an excuse about having to soothe my daughter. Babies were versatile in their usefulness.
Jordan stopped steaming my dress to pick up her daughter, who had been napping next to Arya. Selene was rudely awakened by Arya’s cries. “Are you guys doing Ferber?” she asked.
“We tried it,” I told her. “Thankfully, Arya sleeps through the night now.”
“That’s amazing. Selene wakes up before dawn, which means I wake up before dawn.”
“Newborns are no joke.”
