WARNING: This chapter is 18+ and NSFW as it contains sexual situations. If you are offended by the subject matter, please do not read this chapter.
Daisy pulled her hand free from Chris’ and swung her legs over and onto the floor. She stood up and walked over to the other side of the room where her purse was sitting. Reaching inside she pulled out a small velvet pouch and walked back toward Chris. She pulled out her wedding ring and handed it to Chris, giving him the implicit permission to place the ring on her hand.
He took the ring from her fingers and stood up; taking her left hand in his, he slipped the ring on her finger and then kissed his bride. He was so happy at that moment; he was not sure that anything could top it. He pulled back and spoke to her, “Thank you, Daisy. You have no idea how happy this makes me.”
Clutching the bag, Daisy motioned back to the chest, “Please, have a seat, I have something I need to say to you,” she watched as he slowly sat down, and the smile on his face slowly changed into a look of concern and fear. “Don’t be scared, Chris, I promise this isn’t bad news. When I came home and realized you were gone, it hurt, more than I could have ever anticipated that it would. I could barely breathe, and honestly, I passed out and hit my head on the counter,” she reached up and touched the place on her head where she knew she had cut her head open.
“I did the only thing I knew to do, I called Melody. She came over, and I tried to work through my feelings, and I think I was still confused, and she told me I needed to tell you all the things that were keeping me from giving myself to you completely. But I told her I was afraid you would laugh at me or think I was crazy.”
“Sweetie, I wouldn’t laugh at you,” he interrupted.
She put her finger to his lips, “Please, let me finish. When I woke up the next morning, I made a decision of something I wanted to do. Actually, I needed to do, because I knew that I was going to have to set these feelings aside and find a way to tell you how I feel about you. I don’t know if I can tell you but maybe I can show you,” she said as she opened the pouch and pulled out the ring. His eyes went wide as he realized what she had, “If I wear something to show that I belong to you, I want you to wear something to show that you belong to me. Would you be willing to wear my ring and be my husband?”
He was speechless; words could not form due to the lump in his throat, and when he looked back up to meet Daisy’s eyes, she could see the tears that were starting to spill down his cheeks. “Chris, baby, please don’t cry. I wasn’t trying to make you cry, I swear,” she said as she gently wiped the tears away and kissed is cheeks.
His voice was shaking, but he finally spoke, “I would be honored to wear your ring and be your husband.” Daisy took his hand, sliding the ring on his finger. Chris then pulled her towards him, she straddled his lap, kissing him and sealing their ring ceremony. “So, it is safe to say you have made me a very happy man, Daisy Ann.”
He stood up, Daisy’s legs immediately wrapping around his waist and he carried her back to the bed. Instead of placing her on the bed, he released her to stand in front of him. He began kissing her neck and shoulder while he moved his hands from her hips up under her lace and satin camisole. As his hands roamed, so did hers. She ran her hands up his back and then used her nails to scratch back down. She could tell he liked that as he moaned against her skin where he was kissing and nipping.
He took his lips from her body and moved to pull her cami up and off in one move. She gave no resistance as he moved to hook his fingers in her shorts and lace panties and pulled them down in one swift motion. He was gentle not to tear the set, but he was making it known he wanted them off of her. Without a word, she looked down at his waist, letting him know she expected his pants to come off. He took the hint and removed them just as swiftly.
Chris took a moment to admire Daisy; he thought she was beautiful and having her naked figure in front of him was almost more than he could stand. He took a step closer, their bodies so close but not touching. He slowly ran his fingers up her arms, from her hands to her elbows to her shoulders; finally to her face. Caressing her face, he captured her lips and swept his tongue across hers. Deepening the kiss and inching closer to her so that their bodies not only touched but he began to push her back slightly against the bed.
He moved his hands from her face so he could brace his body and hers as they began to fall on the bed. There was nothing rough about his actions; he was taking his time with her and being gentle. He moved so that he was over her, gazing down into her eyes, asking without words for permission to continue. Her hands moved up his chest, slowly, appreciating the feel of his skin under her fingers. She reached his shoulders and held her hands in place, staring into his beautiful blue eyes and nodding her head; her unspoken word to let him know she wanted him to continue.
As he positioned himself, Daisy lifted her right leg and wrapped it around his hip, allowing him easy access and begging for him to take her. Chris did just that, making love to his wife, slowly and tenderly, wanting to make the night last. She felt amazing, and he did not want it to end.
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Chris and Daisy were wrapped in each other’s arms, bodies sweaty and completely sated. Their breathing, in tandem, was measured and beginning to get back to a steady rhythm.
“That was…breathtaking,” Daisy was able to finally get out as he snuggled her a little closer.
“It was,” he admitted, “I love you, Daisy, please don’t leave me for another man.”
“I love you, too, Chris. What makes you think I’m going to leave you for another man?” She wiggled to move around and face him, confused at his comment.
He swallowed hard, he probably shouldn’t have said that but it wasn’t like he could take it back. “The night you went out to dinner and went missing, you had dinner with a man in another city, right?”
“Oh, please don’t do this, things are going so well right now. Don’t….just don’t.”
He loosened his grip on her and began to move away just a bit, putting some space between them. “You were having dinner with a man, right? I mean, I’m not wrong about that am I?”
“Before I even justify your comments with an answer, just tell me this. Are you, in the slightest bit, jealous?” She smirked when she asked this, unable to resist because this was almost too good to be true.
“I’m just trying to understand what I’m up against.”
“Well, up until your assinine question, you were against my naked body!” She said emphatically while sitting up and pulling the covers up around her. “Yes, I was having dinner with a man. His name is Connor, and he owns a bridal store in Springwood, and it was a business meeting. That is all, a business meeting.”
Chris scrambled to sit up, “Why were you having a meeting with another store owner?”
“Because I’m going to sell my shop to him, that’s why. I’m getting out of the bridal and romance business.”
“Princess, why are you selling a business that you have worked so hard for? That business is your life, you love everything about it.”
She couldn’t look at him any longer, she turned away and looked down to where she had the sheet bunched around her body. “I don’t believe in it anymore – the romance of it all. It doesn’t exist, and I was a fool for thinking it did.”
“You don’t believe in it anymore because of me, right? Because I left, because I walked away and left you?”
She didn’t look up, and she didn’t speak; letting his question linger in the air. “No, I don’t believe in it anymore because of me. Because I didn’t believe it when I had it – couldn’t recognize what it looked like. That what I had in my mind was a fantasy and sometimes reality is better, but it looks different. I didn’t handle our relationship the right way, I don’t deserve to sell people on romance if I don’t know what it even looks like.”
“Princess, you can’t take all the blame for what happened between us. You can’t say I didn’t play a part in what happened. I pushed, maybe I pushed too hard.”
“Fine, you played a part, but I am not blaming you, and it isn’t your fault,” she inched closer to him, still clutching the sheet close to her. She raises her hand and pulls gently turns his face towards hers, “Chris, I don’t want to fight, please don’t do this. I’m admitting that I want to work on us because I was miserable with you being gone. I love you, and you are more important to me than the shop.”
“Is that why you bought me a ring?”
She smiled, “Yeah, because I knew if I got you back I had to stake my claim,” she leaned forward and kissed him, “Can I ask you a question? You were in Boston, did you tell your mom about us? And what did you say to her?”
“I did go home to Boston, went back specifically to tell her about you as a matter of fact. I told her I had to talk to her about a relationship and she immediately asked if you were underage or pregnant.”
Daisy gasped and then began to laugh, “Why, you have a reputation for those things that I don’t know about?”
“Uh, no! But mom said I looked really nervous and that she figured if it was bad and it was about a relationship what was the worst thing I could tell her? She thought me getting caught with an underage girl or getting a girl pregnant would be the worst thing, so that is where her mind went.” Chris put his arm around Daisy and pulled her close to him. They snuggled with their backs against the headboard, taking the opportunity to talk and get things cleared up. “She was relieved when I told her that you were legal but disappointed to hear that pregnancy could be an option since we didn’t take any precautions.”
Once again Daisy set up straight and turned back to look at him, “Shit! I didn’t even think about that! What happens if I am? Getting pregnant or being pregnant never entered my mind until just now, I wasn’t worried about it, and now I am.”
“Shhh! Calm down and let’s take things one at a time. Let’s worry about fixing the relationship between the two of us and we will concern ourselves with babies later.”
“Later? I could be pregnant now, and you are saying we will worry about this later? You are awfully calm about this.”
“And you are awfully worked up. When we were in Vegas, you said you had it under control. Has something changed? Because if it hasn’t, then I’m not concerned. And, if something did happen, I’m okay with it. I’m not afraid of us having kids, alright?”
“No, Daisy, I’m ready for a family – wife, kids, the white picket fence, the whole thing. I’m not worried and honestly, would welcome it. If you’re not pregnant, then we just work on it so you are,” he said with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.
“So, what was her reaction,” she asked, totally ignoring his remark about getting her pregnant and having babies.
“She wants to meet you – she was apprehensive at first just so you know. She questioned how we met, how we came to get married so quick and she was on your side for getting divorced.”
“And you convinced her that we were in love and that I was insane and would somehow come around, right?”
“Yeah, something like that. I told her that when we got married, we were in love, you meant what you said to me because I could see it in your eyes. I just needed you to remember that feeling.”
“How can you be so sure that we were so in love that day? We were so drunk that night and the next morning; Hell, we didn’t even remember getting married so how can you be so confident that we meant what we said to one another?”
Chris got out of bed and walked over to his bag, pulling out a laptop and then returning to the bed. He turned on the computer and once booted, pulled up a file, before pressing enter he looked at Daisy, “I’ve watched this about a hundred times and I’m pretty sure you’ll see what I see.” He pressed start and watched Daisy as she watched the video playback.
Within moments of the video starting, tears began to spill down her cheek. He was right, she could see the emotion in her eyes in the video and more importantly, she could hear it in the words she spoke. They both meant what they said to one another, they hadn’t used canned vows, they said things that were meaningful to them and to what they had experienced in their short time together.
When the video was over, she wiped the tears from her cheeks and looked at him, “Why didn’t you show this to me earlier? Like maybe before you ever went back to LA?”
“You needed to be ready to see it, Princess, and until now, it wouldn’t have mattered. You were so hell bent on divorcing me that this would not have changed your mind. You needed to be ready to accept us and make us work before you saw this, and now you were ready.”