Destiny's Detour

by Mari Brown

  “Baby, are you okay?” Troy whispers in my ear as we sit at the table.

  I nod my head to show him I am fine. Really, I don’t want to admit that I don’t want to be away from him. I am afraid I can’t make it through the next 24 hours without him by my side.

  I whisper back to him, “Do you think we can find alone time before we are both kidnapped?”

  “Yes, Princess. I think we can do that.”

  His answer relaxes me a little more. Everyone around the table is laughing and having a good time, but I feel like I am going to be sick. That’s when I realize that I really am going to be sick. I bolt up, run to the bathroom, and barely make it into the stall before heaving up the entire contents of my stomach.

  I don’t know if this is nerves, pregnancy, or a combination of both, but I feel so sick. After a few minutes, Amy joins me in the bathroom.

  “Hey, Girlie, you okay?”

  “No, I am throwing up per usual.”

  “Well, your man made me come after you. He’s waiting in the hall for you. You know he hates you being sick and not being able to be with you.”

  I know. Troy has been wonderful with me since this morning sickness started, even though I have all-day sickness. It doesn’t happen all day. It just hits me at any time during the day, and I’m never sure when or what will make it start.

  “Go tell Troy I’m fine and I’ll be out in just a minute.”

  Amy goes out to give Troy my message. I go to the sink, rinse my mouth out, and then wash my hands. As I walk out the door, Troy grabs me into a hug.

  “Princess, are you okay? I hate that I can’t go in there with you.”

  “I’m fine, Troy. I just think this sickness stuff needs to stop.”

  We stand outside the bathroom, hugging as we talk. A few people give us strange looks as they go in and out of the restrooms.

  “Come on, Troy. We better head back to our table before everyone thinks we eloped on them.”

  He releases me from the hug but immediately takes hold of my hand.

  As we sit back down at our table, my mom and Troy’s mom give me sympathetic looks. Troy doesn’t let go of my hand as we finish our meal. Finally, I can tell Amy and David are getting ready to separate us.

  “David, I want to spend a little time with your sister before you take me away. So give me thirty minutes, and then come pick me up from your parents’ house,” Troy says quickly, knowing what is about to happen as well.

  He drives us to my parents and we go straight to my room. Tears stream down my face as he moves closer to me.

  “Princess?”

  “I’ll be fine. I just hate that I am not going to see you again until we’re exchanging vows tomorrow.”

  He gives me a tender kiss, and soon enough, it deepens. I am so in love with this guy. He moves us to my bed, and soon he is hovering over me, kissing me all over. Our thirty minutes flies by pretty fast, and David and Amy bust through my door.

  “Eww, come on guys, break it up.” This is from my brother.

  “Give each other a goodbye kiss because it’s time to go your separate ways,” Amy says.

  Troy and I share a lingering kiss until he says, “I love you, Beautiful, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  David drags Troy out of my room. As soon as the door closes behind them, the sobs start and Amy immediately embraces me.

  “Shh, girl. You’ll see him tomorrow, and then you’ll be together forever.”

  We are still standing there, me crying on Amy's shoulder, when my parents come into my bedroom. I am an emotional wreck. Now I understand why you should not get married while pregnant.

  My dad comes and gives me a hug. “I wanted to say goodbye before I head out to the bachelor party.”

  “Wait, you’re going partying with the guys?” This causes a grin to come across my face.

  “Yes, shocking isn’t it? I hope your old man can keep up.”

  “Daddy, stay out of trouble. I know you.”

  My dad gives me a small laugh. “I will see you tomorrow, Baby Girl. Enjoy your night.”

  “Bye, Daddy.”

  “Amy,” my mom says. “All the girls are waiting downstairs for us to join them.”

  The guys have rented a suite at a hotel to party in, and we are staying at my parents’ house simply because I am pregnant and can’t party. I have no idea what Amy has planned, but I know we are going to have fun.

  Fun is an understatement to describe my bachelorette party. She has hired three male strippers to come to the house, and I am almost embarrassed. They are hot and sexy as hell, but all I can think about is that these guys are giving me lap dances in front of my mother and future mother-in-law. All in all, my friends and family are drunk, and since I am the only sober one in the room, it probably enhances my embarrassment. It is 2 am before I finally make it upstairs to my room with Amy, and we giggle together for another hour before falling asleep.

  I wake at 10 am and find that my mom has breakfast prepared for the girls at the house. I am very thankful for her help. Everything she has done for the wedding planning, and for just supporting me through all this, means for than words can express. I got lucky in the mom department. I am not sure I am going to be able to eat this morning with my stomach a bundle of nerves. I am getting married today. I am in a shocked state. I am in a happy state. I am excited. I am scared as hell. I sit there at the dining room table and catch myself nervously twisting my hands.

  My mother comes up beside me. “Nervous?”

  “Scared to death. What if I trip going down the aisle or something?” All the girls around the table giggle at the picture my words create.

  Four hours later, I find myself standing in the bridal suite at the church, hair done to perfection, and makeup natural and flawless. My gorgeous wedding dress fits me like a glove. Thank God. It evokes memories of old Hollywood glamour, made of luscious satin, folded in radiating pleats, and gathered at the hip and knee. The strapless, sweetheart bodice and back are topped with an illusion sheer overlay with floral embellished cap sleeves. The elegant neckline is crowned with necklace-like detailing and a peppering of rhinestones. Flaring outward into a mermaid silhouette, the skirt has a slight train while the back fastens with a delicate row of tiny buttons.

  I am trying hard not to cry and ruin my makeup or have red puffy eyes. I am staring at myself in the full-length mirror with a hand on my very slight baby bump when my brother comes in the room to see me one last time.

  “David, are you sure he is going to be waiting for me at the end of the aisle?” I say to the reflection of him standing behind me in the mirror.

  David groans. “You two are killing me. You’re both worried the other is going to back out of this wedding. Y’all really are made for each other.”

  Even though he is being sarcastic, it makes me feel better that Troy is as nervous as I am.

  “Hey, little sister, I just wanted you to know that I love you, and that I am so happy to see you and Troy together. I know you guys are going to have a wonderful life.” He wraps me in a hug and a tear slides down my cheek.

  “David! You aren’t supposed to make me cry.”

  He smiles down at me. “See you in the church in a few.” And he strolls out the door.

  After David leaves, my dad comes in, looking very handsome in his Tux. “I can’t believe I am walking my baby girl down the aisle and willingly giving her over to another man.”

  “Daddy, I will always be your little girl. I love you so much. Thank you for always being here for me and being the best example a girl could have of the man she should marry.”

  This time when I look at my dad, he is the one with tears, and I wrap my arms around him.

  “I love you, too, Baby Girl,” he whispers huskily. My mom comes and hugs me, tears pouring out of her eyes. She tells me how much she loves me. Then she walks out the door so she can be seated. Amy is standing with my dad and me as we wait for the wedding planner to tell us it is time. It feels like someone
has unleashed a million butterflies in my stomach. Finally, it is time!

  After kissing my forehead and squeezing my hand, a radiant Amy starts down the aisle. She floats her way to the front in the red chiffon, strapless dress that stops above her knees, with a side over-drape skirt. Dad and I move into the foyer to await the wedding march. He slips his arm in mine, pats my hand, and kisses me on the cheek. As the music starts, we take measured steps down the aisle. At the end of the aisle is the man I am madly in love with, and he is waiting for me. In this moment, I am the happiest woman on earth. I am marrying my other half. My soul mate.

  I wish I could recall more details about the ceremony, but I swear it is all so surreal. I remember both Troy and I repeating what we are told to repeat. I remember us saying I do. And I remember us exchanging rings.

  What I do remember clearly is when the pastor says, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” And kiss me Troy does. My knees go weak, my foot pops, and fireworks explode behind my eyes. Perfect. The moment is just perfect.

  Then my brother ruins it. “Dude, she is still my little sister.”

  The guests laugh. The preacher then turns to the audience and says, “I now present to you Mr. And Mrs. Troy Daniels.”

  Troy and I walk up the aisle, out of the church, and over to a room set aside for us after the ceremony. As the door closes behind us, Troy sweeps me in his arms and our lips meet again.

  When we pause between kisses, he whispers, “How do you feel, Mrs. Daniels?” Kiss

  “I am still getting used to it Mr. Daniels.” Kiss

  “I wish I could take you to the hotel right now.” Kiss

  “Whose idea was it for a dinner and reception?” Kiss

  “I think our mothers.”

  This is followed by another deep, passionate kiss. I don’t know how long we are alone before a knock sounds on the door. Our mothers come bustling in to help me change out of the wedding gown into a simpler white dress for the dinner and reception. I don’t know why Troy couldn’t have helped me, but apparently, we are not to be trusted in a room alone together. Smart women, our mamas.

  We make our way outside where a limo waits to take us to the country club for the dinner and reception. Troy and I can’t keep our hands or lips off each other, and by the time we arrive at our destination, I am sitting in his lap. As we step out of the limo, friends from school greet us. I am so glad so many of them came to our wedding. I am starting to get weepy because I am happy and hormonal.

  The country club is decorated completely in red and white to match my wedding colors. My parents and my in-laws have spared no expense to give us our dream wedding. My dad and father-in-law played in the NFL together, and when they retired, chose to raise their families near each other, which in turn, has brought us to this day.

  Round tables with red tablecloths and white lace overlay are scattered throughout the dining area. Each holds a centerpiece bowl with one red and one white rose floating in it. At the front of the room is a banquet table big enough to seat our parents, David, Amy, Troy and me.

  We sit down for the formal meal of steak or chicken with roasted potatoes and a fresh garden salad. Throughout the delicious meal, Troy and I shamelessly make gooey eyes, yes, gooey eyes, at each other. We are young and in love, and right now, the world is ours for the taking. We have no concept of the future we are facing, the difficulties that will hit us when we least expect it. At this moment, all we know is we are happy and lost in each other.

  David is the first to propose a toast to the new couple. It makes me slightly nervous, because I never know what is going to come out of his mouth. However, he surprises us all with his speech. He talks about growing up with a bratty little sister he loves more than he’s ever let on, and that he would do anything for her. Then he talks about growing up with the best friend a guy could ever have. And how he is happy that the two most important people in his life have decided they are also the most important people in each other’s lives.

  “To my best friend and my little sister”, ends his toast.

  I am crying. I always seem to forget my brother can be so serious when the occasion calls for it. Troy leans over, wipes the tears from my cheeks, and then gives me a kiss on the forehead. Amy is next, and her toast is full of stupid stories about the four of us growing up together, and then she talks about when I crushed on Troy. That is so embarrassing. She said she is happy that her best friend has found the love of her life in one of our other good friends because she knows we are perfect for each other. Will the waterworks ever end? This happens to me two more times when Troy’s parents and then my parents make toasts to us also. I am glad I only have to do this once.

  We make our way to the ballroom after the meal, and the partying begins. Once again, I am not too upset about not being able to drink. The baby is so much more important. It turns out I party just fine without drinking. I dance pretty nasty with my new husband, and I am enjoying every moment.

  Troy and I leave the reception around 10 pm, and head to the suite that he stayed in last night with all the guys. We will spend the night here, and in the morning, we leave for a week in the Bahamas. It seems silly, but as we enter the suite, I suddenly become nervous about the whole wedding night. How can I possibly be nervous? I am already pregnant by my husband.

  He tells me to take the main bathroom and he goes to the second bathroom so that both of us can get ready. Amy had talked me into getting some sexy lingerie, not that I need it. He would attack me in one of his T-shirts.

  Butterflies take flight in my stomach when I hear him leave the bathroom. When I open the door, Troy is laying on the bed looking much calmer than I feel. I step out of the bathroom, and he looks over to me as he sits up straight. Looking me up and down, Tory’s eyes darken and lust radiates off of him. My cheeks heat and I know they are probably a shade of bright pink. Troy slowly crawls across the bed and makes his way to me.

  “You look beautiful.”

  “Thank you, Handsome.”

  Our lips meet, and he pulls me onto the bed, not once breaking the kiss. As he lays us down on the bed, I rub against the bulge forming in his boxers.

  He nibbles over the soft spot on my neck, causing me to moan loudly. “It’s so fucking hot when you do that,” he says with a sexy, husky voice.

  I smile, look deep in his eyes, and say, “I only moan like that for you, Husband.”

  He growls, and then plants a kiss on me that makes my toes curl. It is as if he is trying to devour me completely, but I love it. I kiss him back with just as much force, growing wetter. The need for him throbs in between my legs. I can’t believe how turned on Troy can get me. I have never felt this way and don’t think it is possible for any other guy to ever make me feel this way. I love the way my body responds to Troy’s touch. His kisses trail lower to my chest and he nips my breast through the lace material covering them. It sends me arching toward him, and suddenly, this thin lace is getting on my nerves. He reads my body perfectly because he slowly peels the upper half of my outfit down and caresses my breasts. I moan with every touch. His mouth latches on to my right nipple and the fire burning in my core is unbelievable. My body arches toward him, begging for more. After he finishes the right side, he moves to the left nipple and gives it the same treatment. I am out of control at this point. All rational thought has left my mind. I am completely consumed with lust. His mouth comes back to meet mine as he moves to hover over me. My hands trail up and down his body. Soon, his moans mingle with mine. I love how slowly we move, taking our time with one another. This is not a time to rush. This is a time to explore and enjoy.

  “Princess, I need to taste you. Now. I can’t wait any longer to taste that sweet pussy that now belongs to me forever.”

  Damn, when he says that, I almost orgasm. His words make my body burn hotter.

  “Are you ready for me to taste you, Baby?”

  I can’t even speak, so I just nod my head giving him permission. His mouth trail
s down my body and stops just on the inside of my thighs. He starts teasing me, and I wiggle to get him closer to where I ache. He chuckles, and I gasp as a soft lick crosses my moist lips. My hips rise to meet his tongue, begging for more. He gives me what I need and teases me with more licks, drawing a long groan from my throat.

  “I think my princess is getting impatient.”

  “Troy, Troy, please,” I groan out. He chuckles yet again, but does just what I ask. His tongue dives into my core, thrusting in and out, and then he stops to find my clit. Finally, his fingers enter me and begin plunging, while his tongue flicks my clit again. An earth-shattering climax rolls through me, the waves one on top of the other. He continues his assault on me until I am writhing beneath him in another climax. He moves back up my body and kisses me full on the mouth as his legs spread mine apart farther. His hard cock seeks my core, and in one thrust, he seats himself fully. And then he stills. I am going crazy. Why is he stopping?

  “I love you, Princess,” he whispers.

  “I love you, too, Troy. So very much,” I whisper back.

  He starts moving at a slow pace. His hands clasp mine above my head as he takes his time making love to me. Sweat beads across his chest as he continues his steady strokes. My legs clench around his waist to bring him deeper into me. Soon, I am begging him to go faster and harder. He is killing me with the slow torture.

  “Princess, I want to take my time.”

  I don’t fight him. Honestly, this feels way too good, and I know it is lasting longer because we are taking it slow. When my body begins to hum and my breath catches, he speeds up his pace, and I raise my hips to meet his thrusts. I need to feel him deep within me. His powerful lunges send me high on another magical, orgasmic journey. As my walls tighten around him, he shudders as he releases inside of me. Collapsing on top of me, he remains careful not to put his full weight on me. I have just gone to heaven and back with what we have shared together. I don’t want either of us to move, but he slowly slides out of me, turns to his side, and pulls me with him.