My parents leave with a thousand gifts the week after Christmas, and regardless of all the meals Vivian and I had made for Christmas she and her man came to my house for dinner. Not that I mind, I actually felt comfortable with people I am used to being around; I am still working on getting as close to the Saunders. I sure will get used to them, they are the least complicated people I know.
On New Years Eve its just me and my fiancé, and I must say a romantic night indoors is exactly what I need. Anyways that romantic night only lasted until eight in the evening. “There is somewhere I want to take you.” He says whispering to my ear seductively. “Well I’ve been thinking we should go to our bedroom, and we can take things from there.” I say as I bite his lip. “Thats a food for thought, but I want to make tonight special.” He says smilingly.
“Do I change or is my outfit appropriate?”
“You know you look gorgeous in anything, but this one is a special occasion.” He replies.
I could see by the way he is so happy that I am back; that he was broken when I was not around. Men are not as emotionally strong as we may assume. They have also been flecked to the core and played just like most women. It is hard to believe that when a woman loves a man she loves for real and it is wholeheartedly. On most cases, when we give them our all we only get back what is left of him because half of him is dead by the trials and tribulations that he has overcome with at most one lady. The problem with men is that if the lady whom they love for real leaves, they make the decision to never love again. This leads to men having one night stands for the purpose of maintaining their feelings and not getting too attached. With Stanley I could say he is a closed book; but knowing men in general and being his lady, I could tell you that there is more than the deep angelic eyes, something that cannot be seen with a naked eye or felt by a careless heart.
He said its dinner at the headquarters for all business men and women. I place all my limited edition, specially made dresses on our bed and end up choosing the burgundy with a touch of beige on the heels. My accessories match the color of my heels and my hair still looks beautiful from the hair do I did for Christmas, so hairstyling wont take long. Sometimes I think he is too good to be true; yet when I wake up next to him every morning I see life in a different way.
I find him standing downstairs staring at his watch. He turns when he hears the tapping of my heels against the well tiled floor. His eyes are fixed on me. I walk down the stairs like any Queen would, to reach out for the hand of my King. “Wow!” he says finally. I had him stunned for a while. His tie matches the color of my dress and his tuxedo has a stroke of beige on the collar and bottom ends of the sleeves. I smile at him, not knowing exactly what to say. He looks so handsome. I have always noticed that he has a well structured body but I have never seen him go to gym.
He has fairly broad shoulders; an upright chest and an athletes posture. The sight of his physique that turns heads and his scent breaks necks. He is a fresh face brown skin with an amazingly curled afro. The curls on his head are soft like the dandelion blooming on autumn. It travels as far as his warm lips matching the color of his skin but partly shaded in a slight strawberry pink. His eyes are a toffee brown coated with surrounding Milky Way. His accent is like Antarctic wind blowing in the empty yet icy surrounding, breaking from his voice box like a soft violin. His heavy steps can make the world stand and his smile gives the sunlight something to stare. I wouldn’t blame anyone for not resisting the sight of him laughing carelessly yet diligently. His fear for his creator gives more the reasons to respect his being.
We arrive and it seems he forgot that there is a theme for the day which is black and white. The color of our clothes turns heads. We are the only ones in the room not wearing black and white. I am not as fond as my fiancé when it comes to business, so I follow where the wind blows. I am introduced for more than twenty times to more than twenty couples. Thank God for giving my friend a man involved in business, she is the second person of all these faces , that I know and find easy to communicate with. Just when I thought we were done another gentleman stands before us and greets Stanley first. I think I know that deep raucous voice, but then again…
“Mr. Saunders, glad you could join us.” He says as they shake hands. He stands up to formally introduce me to this man in black. “Oh, Parker, this is my wife.” He says. My thoughts rush to my mouth, “Parker?” I scream in my head. Vivian looks at him and is as shocked as I am “Parker!”
“Oh my goodness this is not happening.” I succeed at hiding that I know him. I gawk at him with sharp eyes. ‘Here lies the body of the love of my life. Here lies the father of my children both alive and dead. Rest in pieces my true love, who because of me sleep evaded. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust’, I say this in my head because I know I am ready to be accountable for the murder of my ex husband who is probably here to mess up my life.
“Do you know him baby?” Stanley asks. I wake up from my seat to shake his arrogant hand. “Good evening Mr. Parker.” I say, trying and succeeding to look tranquil. He shakes my hand with a smile. In my head I have already planned his murder and even know the valley I am going to dump his body; I am ready to be haunted by him. Stanley smiles and sits me down. He leaves with Parker and I stay with Vivian. I guess this is what I should have expected anyway. The rich and powerful men exchange a few words about New Year plans for their businesses, and probably also discussing how they are going to fuck us. While we the ladies talk about having kids, marriage and exchanging recipes.
The usual hitting of a wine glass for the purpose of getting attention goes on. Its Stanley, and he is next to that man. “Honey please come closer.” He says. I walk towards him and he holds my hand.
“Tonight ladies and gents, I am proud to announce that Miss Katy Wilson has made me the happiest man alive.” The crowd claps, including the beautiful enemy and a lady in a black dress standing next to him. She looks beautiful, and also very down to earth. I see Parker holding her hand after they clap. Oh wow, really. Thats his wife. A red stone covers up to half of her finger. Part of me is happy that he is married and part of me wanted to see him suffer from never finding someone to love. Anyway, I am holding the rest of me in the palm of my hand so my life is complete.
“Let us toast to a new and happy beginning.” He looks at me, smiles and kisses my forehead. Everybody toasts to us and I am feeling like the most important person in the history of human on earth. We dance to soft music, moving on to some moving sounds and back to the classic. Its five minutes to twelve and everyone is in the hand of their partner waiting to count to ten and watch the fireworks in the sky. It will definitely be a night to remember. If I knew that tonight was about me I would have got a dress designed months ago, but who cares because I outdid them with just a dress in my closet. My closet would be big enough to accommodate a family of five. Talk about being well taken care of!
Its three months into the New Year and business looks good. The financial year starts in March and fortunately the business is financially booming, all thanks to good management.
For Vivian; her new love has changed her. She is glowing and even picking on some weight. She will be getting married in three weeks and as expected I am the maid of honor. Her wedding will be a three days event in a cruise ship. I couldnt think of anything better.
They bought a house in the ocean view earlier this year and I must say it is indeed a five star. I am very happy for her and Damien. Never did we ever think there would be a man that would respect her and love her for who she is. After all the men that have come and go, there was no hope.
We are officially living the life that every woman can only dream of.
My wedding follows just after Vivians honeymoon. I am not going to be one of those wives that wear a dress big enough to accommodate the whole grooms family. I go for something different and new. A dusty white with spaghetti strings and an off back dress. My mom almost chewed my head off when I said I wouldnt wear her wedding gloves to my wedding. I mean she got married more than thirty years ago, and poor Katy is expected to wear that dust. On the other hand my mother in law was quite polite when I refused to jump the broom. I am glad she did not cause a scene. Actually she responded quite ladylike to my refusal.
There is three gentlemen all dressed in white shirts and a touch of turquoise on their ties. The ladies have sky blue dresses and blue and green floral heels. It is a beach wedding so I wanted something to arouse the atmosphere.
There he is, staring straight into my eyes. His face is down turned and I dont see the usual dimpled smile. Instead he is frowning and as much as I hate to say this he is in tears. Just when I thought It wouldn’t get worse, he fails to even take my hand and look me in the eye. My father is standing here, waiting for this man to finish crying. Steve comes to him and hugs him tight while whispering some few words to his ears. He finally stops crying and wipes his tears. I thought this day was all about me, but hey…
He says his vows, and as much as he sounds practiced I can tell that he is speaking from heart. God what did I do to deserve such glory and blessings?
I didn’t come as prepared as he is but my vow to make him love life gives him a reason to smile. Another dime on my finger; this one is permanent and definitely expensive.
We walk out as everybody is dancing and clapping for Mr. and Mrs. Saunders. We get in a Cadillac that takes us home where the real fun and a lot of eating begin.
Today went well, he says tucking me close to his chest. All thats left is the Saunders and the cleaners. By Saunders I mean I am included. How can I forget; my parents were allocated a room on the third door to the left on the second floor. We are spending the next two weeks at the Saunders home residence for wife duty sake. My husband is well aware that I will not even touch the ironing board or the pots when we get back to our home, but we will just let the parents be convinced that I am a hardworking wife that wakes up at four before her husband to prepare breakfast for him and kiss his forehead before he departs to work. I must say, it truly feels like home here.
“I am glad everything was took place as planned.” I reply and turn to look at him. His fresh breath hits my face. I lift my head to reach to his lips. He caresses my tongue with his. This was supposed to be a good night kiss after a long day; but he picks me up and puts me on top of him. I sit with my legs wide open on top of his genitals and move in motion while kissing him and moaning softly. He grabs my hair in an aggressive yet seductive mannerism and kisses my neck. I feel him breath softly and his tongue moving slowly in my ear. Now I cant concentrate on both the pleasure Im experiencing. My pace on top of him slows down a bit when he puts me down and kisses me while slowly rubbing my tits. I stop moaning and before he could say anything I am long asleep. My hair is all over the place.
I wake up to him staring at me. “Why are you looking at me like that.” I ask as I tuck in the blanket under my pits. “I am just wondering what I did to be so blessed.” He replies while slowly brushing my hair with his fingers. I smile. “Who is going to make us breakfast?” I ask. I am starved to death. “You should have prepared breakfast remember?”
Oh my God not the wife duties today after such a rough night. I put my hand over my mouth and my eyes are wide open with astonishment. All thats in my mind is what will my in-laws think of me? I jump out of the bed and put on my night gown. He stops me before I could wear my slippers and tells me that his mom has made breakfast only because it was a long day for me yesterday. I sigh feeling relieved and lay on my back.
I haven’t had a big family breakfast -or dinner for that matter- in a very long time. in fact ever since I moved to Canada it has always been take-outs or pasta with Vivian. Talking about that one, I need to call her. I did not see her after I made my vow yesterday.
The food smells scrumptious down here. Thats a big ass table. I walk down before everyone else to help out with setting up plates and glasses. I find my mother in law singing oh happy day. I guess it is indeed a happy day. “Good morning,” I say. She turns and puts her singing on pause for a moment. “Oh Good morning my daughter.” She doesnt stop wiping the already clean table. “You look happy today.”
“Oh why wouldn’t I be? Its a beautiful day, beautiful weather, beautiful daughter-in-law”. She smiles a bit. Now I know where Stanley got his dimples. She is such a darling mother-in-law. From what I’ve heard mother in laws are the last people to love you in your husbands family. Seriously I wouldn’t have tolerated a monster in law.
We are communicating very well and there are no awkward questions flying across the table; it seems everyone is concentrated on their meal and less on my background, which is how I prefer it to be.
We are back to the lavish home again and I guess we wont be for long hence we have a deluxe honeymoon to go to in two days. We decided on Hawaii for our one week away from the rest of the world. Its the best time to embrace being Mrs. Saunders. I must say that I beyond doubt appreciate being with this man. Its not the luxury I am living or the money and the over flowing closet. Its him. Its his presence and his love. Nothing has ever given me the reason to define love. Nobody has ever convinced me that it can ever be real and true and not ever have I been convinced that it even exists amongst the Milky Way. I could go on and on about my flaws when it comes to keeping a relationship going but I know love lives here. Distance, time, circumstance and financial stability are all just a matter of ordinary things in life. It doesn’t matter who you fall in love with, because love is inevitable. There is no specific time to know that you are finally living for two, love does not wait; it is not times fool. Love has no flaws or downfalls. It is perfect with its imperfections. It can be comparable to a moon that gives life to an otherwise dead sea; and falls with the light of day to bring light on the other side. I learned that love is not a matter of space and time it is a matter of what the heart really wants.
We leave Susan and Hyun to look after the house while we are away. Our flight takes longer than I expected and we only arrive our destination at midnight. It still seems like midday at the pools though. We are taken to our reservation by a well-spoken Mexican young man. We are too tired to embark on any activities right now and even if our bodies are responding; time is not on our side. I wake up to my husband staring at me like he is awaiting for me to wake up. His smile is like the sight of a blooming rose. “You know its wrong to stare Mr. Saunders.” I say as I lift my body up and lean on the soft cushions. He smiles further. “Even if its my beautiful wife who gives the moonlight something worth shining on?” he says. Well maybe we can make an exception.
Before he makes his move to trap me with his sexy body I make my way to the bathroom; but nothing stops him from continuing what he wanted to start in the bedroom in the bathroom. The cold water flows down my body in a soft pace. He just kisses me amorously while moving in motion between my legs. I enjoy every minute of it but if I don’t tame him we will be late for breakfast at the Three Towers.
I feel by the way he is so hard that he is in the minds to have me to himself the entire morning; well unfortunately we dont always get what we want. Its called Karma. We cross paths with the lady who is supposedly going to clean our suite and make sure that the telephone is working in case of emergency.
We head to the Three Towers which is said to be the five star for breakfast around here. It’s included in the program of the week that we should arrive on time for all the events and activities.
I have never eaten a three course meal for breakfast in my life and what we are being served here is above reproach. From here we change into swim wear and see our way to the beach. It is all fun and games until the water washes away my sunscreen and my skin sheds its original tan to a pale grey. This is when I insist we go back to our room until dinner for my skin to calm. I know I may be a little too much to handle sometimes but my husband sees no flaws in me and that is all I need. If you think I am a troublesome wife or maybe I ask for too much; well maybe you are right but as long as I know that my husband loves me with all that I am, I am happy. Our room is spotless, the smell of the chemical used to clean the floor reminds me of home. Not that I am getting homesick or already missing Hyuns fresh croissants and hot chocolate; no I could live like this.
It is dinner time and I almost cry my cheeks out when I read from the program that it is a formal gala dinner for honeymooners. I toss out all my dresses on the bed trying to choose the best for tonights dinner gathering. Stanley tugs me from behind when he sees that I am about to breakdown from not finding a dress to match what he will be wearing.
“I’ll take it”… he says when we hear a knock on the door. I hear some mumbling and dont even care to turn my back to see.
Just when I was ready to decide to choose from the dresses I brought along, Stanley blind folds me. I feel irritated at first until he tells me to calm down and that I will love what he has.
We arrive at the hotel just on time and as usual we are walked to our reserved seat. There is the longest table I have ever seen, every man with his wife and every wife with her longest heels. Without flaunting I must say I am the best dressed around here. Well everyone looks fairly beautiful, but what my man and I are wearing is incompatible. We sit and wait to be served. Just as we are served with the finest wine we hear some arguing at the entrance door. Seems like there is a couple that failed to be punctual. After a lot of quarrelling they are finally let in. the only seats available are in front of us so I assume they will sit here.
The gentleman sits his woman first and then he slowly sat himself. I dont even look at them a second longer. As far as I am concerned this week is for me to embrace and not waste time on anything or anyone else.
A few seconds later I hear my man greeting this man as if they have known each other for ages. You know the usual shaking of hands and calling each other by surname. I guess I am the one in the dark here because these men are bonding already. He introduces him to me.
“Jason meet my wife, Katy Saunders”. I pick my head up to look at this man to shake hands; and as fate would have it, I know him very well.
My mind rushes to my mouth and I blurt out his last name inadvertent.
“Parker!” Good Lord, not again!
Almost everyone on the table turns their head to look at this mad woman. His wife stands up looking as surprised as Stanley is at this moment. “You’ve met before?” she asks as if she is assuming that I am his long gone baby momma ready to claim for maintenance.
“Yes! he says tranquilly. We met at her wedding and also at the business dinner when Stanley told the board that he has been honored.” He says while looking at me with a slight smile.
“Oh yes! I remember you. You are Katy Wilson?” she asks.
Oh wow she knows my surname. “Saunders now, my husband says in point of correcting the mistake.” We laugh it off and get back to our seats. Stanley is pleased that we have company of people that we know to spend the night with. Every part of me regrets choosing Hawaii for our honeymoon, I would rather visit Antarctica right now than sit on a table alongside my ex-husband and his wife.
Honey, I have a headache, I think I will just go rest and you can stay. I say trying my best to look sick. These people just messed up my whole honeymoon before it could even start.
“What? Its time for dessert now, you can’t leave.” He says in a rather disappointed tone.
“I’m sorry my love but I really need to rest.”
“Okay, I will come with you then.”
I try to stop him but he insists on coming along. I will not try for another second to convince him to stay because that would be like asking a fish to stop swimming.
We wish the parkers good night and excuse ourselves for the night.
When we get to our room the first thing Stanley does is to call for room service but to his surprise the phone is not working. All thanks to me we call it a night, I dont even get some sugar tonight because I am sick according to his knowing.
I wake up to a bunch of flowers and a letter that says room service will bring my green tea to help with the headache. Okay maybe he is taking this too far. What is it going to be like when I am seriously sick or better yet pregnant?
On my way to the concierge I meet Parker on the hallway; apparently they are accommodated two doors away from us. I try to walk back to my room but it is too late. “Miss Wilson, he calls out.” Oh no he didnt! “Its Mrs. Saunders Jason!” I say correcting him and rolling my eyes at it. I know it’s rude to roll eyes but who cares what this dweeb thinks.
The elevator doors open and he asks me to go in first. This is going to be a long one week. He tries to make conversation about how I met Stanley but I put him in his place.
I’m surprised your parents let you marry him, or maybe is your marriage with him a secret too?
How dare he? I swear I am going to strangle this man with my hands and walk out of this elevator like nothing happened; Angelina Jolie does it in many movies and if she can I definitely can too.
“My marriage and my family has got absolutely nothing to do with you, I am here to have the time of my life with the man of my life; so if you don’t mind shove your two cent comment up your throat forever”. I was still going to say more but the lift doors opened and there are people waiting to come in. He stays behind after I tell him what he must know.
I fetch my green tea without any troubles and see my way back to our suite. I find Stanley sitting with his hand over his face. Something is not right. “Babe, I got the green tea” I say. He doesn’t say anything. “Baby are you okay? Whats going on? Is everything okay?” now I can feel my stomach turning. He lifts his head up and walks up to me and holds me closely. He kisses my forehead and says everything is going to be alright. I dont know what is going on but tears fall lazily out of my eyes and I drop the sachet of green tea from my hand. I hold him tight and just cry without making a sound, still not knowing what is going on, but I can feel inside me that something is not right.
A man comes with tools to fix the room service phone but we turn him away till further notice. We dont even go for todays honeymoon activity which is supposedly bungee jumping or hiking. All we do is cuddle all day and we just tell each other how much in love we are.