“Okay,” I say, looking at the outfits laid across the bed.
There’s a black dress with a deep red sweater over it.Cali knows I keep my body covered because of the scars.The next outfit is a pair of jeans with a long-sleeved deep red tee-shirt.Finally, there’s a white dress with long sleeves and dark purple flowers all over it.I don’t need a sweater because it will cover my body where the scars are.There are shoes to go with each outfit as I try to make a decision.Finally, I pick the jeans, tee-shirt, and black boots.Cali smiles as I head into the bathroom to change.
It doesn’t take long for Cali to curl my hair and leave it hanging down my back.My make-up is minimal and mainly emphasizes my eyes and cheeks.By the time I’m ready, a nervous energy fills me.I’m definitely stepping out of my comfort zone and not sure how this is going to go.But, I trust the three people here with me and know they would never hurt me.
Cali and I walk downstairs and outside to find Kreed sitting on his bike with a box in his lap.The second he sees me, he gets off the bike and heads for me as Cali steps back and I don’t pay attention to Roger.Kreed is all I see.
“You look sexy as hell, Pixie.Ready?”he asks, pulling me into his arms.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” I answer him honestly.
“You’ve got this, Pixie.Just keep your eyes on me and forget anyone else is here with us,” he says as he leads me to his bike and sits back down.“In my lap, Pixie.”
Kreed helps me get on his bike so I’m facing him as Cali takes the box from his hands.He adjusts me until we’re both comfortable and places one hand on my thigh and the other one on my neck.
“You’re nervous.I can feel you shakin’,” he states before leaning in and kissing me until I forget everything else.“Pixie, I explained what it means to be claimed as an ol’ lady in the club.I love you and you’ve shown me that you’re ready for that step to be taken.We don’t always need to say the words when I can read your body like a book.You always think that I’m the one supportin’ you and givin’ you all my strength when you don’t have any of your own.You don’t see how you support me and offer me your quiet strength when I need it the most.Every day you amaze me and make me fall more in love with you by bein’ the woman you are with every breath you take.You light up my world and give me air when I struggle to breathe the most.Annistyn, will you be my ol’ lady and spend the rest of your life at my side, makin’ me the happiest man in the world?”
“Yes,” I whisper as tears slowly roll down my cheeks before he kisses them away.“I love you, Kreed.”
Cali hands over the box and Kreed unveils black leather when he opens it.Pulling out the item, I discover it’s the rag he told me about.Cali backs away again and Kreed slides it over my shoulders before taking my hair out of the back of it.When everything is ready, he leans in and kisses me.Again, I forget the world around us and lose myself in his touch and taste.He leans me backward over the tank of his bike so my back is arched while he covers me with his own body.After breaking the kiss, Roger starts to tell us what he wants to see.We do so many poses and I’m nervous, but excited through every single one of them.
When we’re done with the couple photoshoot, Cali leads me back inside and I change into another outfit.This time Roger leads me to a spot of the compound filled with wildflowers and random sunflowers growing among them.Kreed and Cali stand back but never leave me as Roger directs me like I’ve witnessed him doing in the past a few times.These pictures include Oreo when Kreed calls for her to come outside.She races to my side and calms me when I'm ready to be done.When he’s done, Cali takes me upstairs again and I change into the final outfit.This time, she changes my hair and make-up before we go back outside.Kreed has also changed.The only thing the same on both of us are his cut and the rag I’m wearing.Roger does more pictures of the two of us and then more of me alone.While I remain nervous the entire time because it’s completely different for me, I really enjoy this photoshoot Kreed made happen.
Roger shows us some of the pictures before he leaves.Kreed lets him know he wants large prints of two of them.One for our bedroom and the second for the living room.I admit to myself that I look better than ever before and love the pictures before Roger edits any of them.I can’t wait to see them now.
“Are you okay, Pixie?”Kreed asks me as Roger and Cali leave and we head back inside the house.
“Surprisingly, I am.It was fun even if I was scared and intimidated.Thank you for giving me this opportunity to step out of my comfort zone.I love you so much,” I say, turning and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I love you, Pixie.I’m glad we could do this together.You’re okay with bein’ my ol’ lady?”he questions me as if I’ll change my mind about it now.
“I’m more than okay.We both knew this was coming and I’ve talked to Debbie about it.She also told me I was ready and the only hold back was my fear of changing our relationship.Of putting a label on it when I’ve never done that before.I’m good, Kreed.I promise,” I assure him before leaning up and kissing him.
“Good.Now, let’s make dinner so we can watch a movie,” he says, leading me into the kitchen as we decide what to eat tonight.
Kreed and I enjoy a peaceful night cooking, dancing in the kitchen, and then watching a movie he chose.Neither one of us pay attention to our phones or the world outside our home.When the movie is done, I lead him upstairs and into the room my stuff is in.I explain it’s time for it all to be moved into the master bedroom and he gets to work immediately.The two of us don’t waste any time moving everything and putting it away so our clothes are in the closet together and my toiletries are in the bathroom mixed in with his.Kreed spends the rest of the night worshiping my body and showing me how much he loves me.I return the favor and learn more of what he likes as we get lost in the moment that lasts until the sun starts to come up and bring a new day.That’s when we finally fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
