“Fuck your unreal baby.”
“Perfect storm?” She asks with a laugh the comment I made about being with her. She is twirling in a circle so I get the entire sight locked in, a small squat bouquet of pink roses in her hand.
“Perfect fucking storm.” I say and pull her to me because I have got to touch this woman.
“Don’t start Shame, we need to go.” She reminds me as my hands are roaming what I now know the smoothest fabric I have ever felt. I'm a guy and I know shit about fashion, unlike my lady love here. However Carrie made sure all the dresses flattered the girls, almost nine month pregnant Roni too. Cassa’s dress showed off a big portion of her tat because the dress dipped extremely low in the back. I pause and trace the thought back and stand back from her body, turning to view the back of the dress.
“Where is the rest of this dress?” I ask now completely freaked because I can see the dimples in her spine it’s that fucking low.
She laughs and slaps my shoulder and grabs the keys from the counter not bothering to answer that dying fucking question.
“Let’s go.” She says instead and winks at me before leaving me there stunned as her beautiful artsy back disappears from my sight.
Yeah…well… this isn’t over yet.
*
Cassa
I watch Carrie turn around in a flowing, sleek white satin gown. The topless masterpiece she found accentuates every damn curve the girl has. She wears her hair down, for Chad because he loves how it smells. We all know this because he is vocal as shit about it. She is wearing a single floating diamond necklace around her tanned neck and single carat diamonds in her ears. Candey walks in with the small 1940’s era veil that is fish-netted and go’s to the chin. A black orchid, Chads favorite flower, holds the head piece together and makes us all gasp when Candey places it to one of the two barrettes holding Carries hair back from her face.
I have only ever seen her this happy a handful of times. When Chad sang a country song to her live at a show, when she announced her engagement and pregnancy simultaneously to me because I had purposefully and foolishly missed the event, and when she holds Noelle.
Today however, she is radiant and I am drying my eyes as Noah clears his throat from the hallway.
He knows better than to barge in this one and only time because we all adamantly explained in a way only women can, that seeing her was a surprise for him as well. What we decided would be fun was allow Mike, Shame and Cal in first.
What? It’s a rarity anyone can fuck with Noah. So as they say when the opportunity presents itself, take it.
Carrie’s voice is strained from unshed tears as she says, “Come in.”
Cal walks in and smiles going to her to smile and he hands her a small box.“From Chad baby-girl.”
Carrie looks at us as if we know what Chad is doing, but we are clueless too. Carrie opens the small card before the box.“Something old baby.” Is all she says and then gasps when she opens the box, tears immediately falling from her eyes.
“It’s the real ring.” She says and holds up her hand to show us all his grandmothers ring, the one he proposed with, the special one.
Us being girls all fawn over the sweetness of America’s bad-boy turned sweetheart.
“Welcome to the end baby-girl.” Cal says with a wink and hugs her closely laughing at his joke on marriage being the end. He hugs us all and stops at Tayla, who looks so fucking gorgeous it is clear Cal Dorian knows it. “Ill see you at the isle?” He asks in what I can only assume is a lust filled tone… what the?
She nods and rolls her eyes, a deep sadness in them that she doesn’t even try to hide.
OMG!!!! It hits me and I hate that I cant badger her for the goods right this second… but oh she is so not safe either.
My man is next and I gasp at Shame in his tux and chucks, with a black orchid on his lapel surrounded in pink ribbon. As all the guys are dressed, he is in all black with a bright pink tie and I am so in love, my stomach flutters at the thought that this will be us one day soon. He winks at me and walks to Carrie, fully aware that the wink he gave me made me hot as the sun.
“From Chad to you gorgeous thing.” He says and hands her another box. This one is square and flat as a sheet of paper. She reads the card aloud again.
“Something blue my love.” She lifts the envelope and gasps at the sight before looking to Shame for answers. “Noah did it last night and finished this morning.”
She holds the picture up of Chads back, his version of Oz and the emerald city is clear but it’s the fresh new ink at the small of his spine that we all notice. It is a portrait of Carrie holding Noelle for the first time in various shades of blue ink. It is amazing how talented these guys are with a tattoo machine. It looks like a black and white photo that is aged.
At this I cry, for various reasons and for obvious ones. But mostly because it is true love and now it’s on his skin forever. Shamus see’s me wiping tears from my eyes and knows I am happy but that it is and will always be a longing cry.
Carrie turns the photo over and chokes up completely handing it to Shamus who reads it and I see his eyes glisten.“Carrie girl. You gave me the gift of a poem on your back, a gift I cherish, a gift that gave us Noelle. That gift is love baby, you loving me and I can only repay that love by showing you mine in my way, and that is you and my sweet baby girl. Your love for me is on your back, in the simplest place, and so now mine is to.”
We all cry at this and I feel bad because when it comes to romance, well, Chad is untouchable.
