Bending the Rules: Breaking the Rules #2

by Lewis, L. K.

  Drake and I spend the morning making the arrangements for our late afternoon nuptials. Meredith has offered to help us arrange for a license and for an officiant to come to the hotel. She has also reserved the Eiffel Room in the hotel for our ceremony and has requested a special table for two at the Josefin restaurant, also located in the hotel, so we can have a romantic dinner afterward. Drake made a call to Marie and she will use my measurements to find a simple white dress for me to wear today, saving my gorgeous gown design for our wedding day down the road. She said that she would love to deliver my dress to me and be our witness as well, stating that although we are eloping, we should still have someone familiar witness the moment we first say “I do”.

  Drake and I stop at a flower shop and pick out a bouquet and boutonnière to be delivered to the hotel, then head over to Tiffany to purchase rings. We find matching platinum bands that perfectly coordinate with Drake’s mother’s ring that he gave me. When we return to the hotel, I decide to lie down for a little while to regain some of the energy the baby seems to zap from me during the day while Drake jumps in the shower. I feel like it would be fitting of us to take a bath together while getting ready for our ceremony, but am too tired to even mention it. Perhaps we can do that tonight after dinner. It’ll be the icing on the cake of a wonderful day.

  When I wake a little later, Drake isn’t in the room, but Marie is.

  “Drake asked me to give you this, and let you know he can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle,” she says as she hands me a small box and a note.

  I open the box first to find a beautiful diamond tennis bracelet set in platinum. It is exquisite. I open the note as Marie helps to fasten the bracelet onto my wrist.

  My dearest Morgan,

  You are the love of my life. I cannot wait to become your husband. I saw this bracelet earlier and couldn’t resist. It’s not nearly as beautiful as you, although something tells me I could search for the rest of my life and will never find anything that parallels your beauty. Marie will help you to get ready and is under my instruction to help you feel like the goddess you are on your wedding day. I’ll see you soon, my love.

  Drake

  “Drake asked me to help you get ready as he still wants to be surprised when you walk down the aisle, I hope that’s okay,” Marie says.

  That’s wonderful, thank you, Marie. I’m going to get into the shower, how long do we have?” I ask as I walk towards the bathroom.

  “About an hour or so. Don’t wash your hair though, Drake still has one more surprise for you,” she calls to me.

  I exit the bathroom about fifteen minutes later, freshly showered and shaved, to find not only Marie on the couch waiting for me, but also two people I’ve never seen before.

  “Morgan, this is Margeaux and Claude. Drake asked them to come to the room to do your hair and makeup for the ceremony. He said he wants you to feel relaxed and pampered like every bride should,” Marie says with a smile.

  I walk a little further into the living room and notice a room service cart with hot chocolate, tea sandwiches and cookies. I put a few things on my plate while Marie fills a teacup with hot chocolate and I take a seat in a chair while my “glam squad” goes to work. Drake has often said that he loves to pamper me and plan fun things like this, and I honestly don’t think it will ever get old. As a young boy he was so starved for affection and I think this is one of the many ways he makes up for it, by showering me with love and pampering.

  After Margeaux and Claude finish my hair and makeup they leave the hotel room, and Marie helps me into my dress. She has picked a beautiful winter white wool dress that hits just above the knee with a low-cut square neckline and little cap sleeves. I’ve kept my jewelry simple with my diamond studs that match the tennis bracelet Drake gave me. Margeaux did a fantastic job of playing up my eyes while keeping my makeup elegant yet natural, and Claude created big barrel curls that hang delicately down my back with the sides gently pinned back as well. When I’ve finished getting dressed, I stand before the full length mirror Meredith brought in for me and am taken aback at how beautiful I truly feel. Turning to the side, I gently cradle my small round bump that is clearly visible in my dress but only adds to the beauty of the look…I think.

  “It’s time, Morgan, are you ready?” Marie asks.

  I turn in her direction, and as the most glorious feeling of peace floods my body I say, “Absolutely.”

  We take the elevator downstairs and when we reach the Eiffel Room doors, Marie tells me to take my time and walk in when I’m ready, before handing me my bouquet of stargazer lilies and heading in first to take a seat. I do a slow count to ten to make sure she has found her seat, then open the doors to take my walk to my groom.

  When I walk in, I see the room has been transformed for our ceremony. Tables have been pushed to one side of the room, and a small aisle has been created with a white runner and adorned with white and pink rose petals. I gaze toward the end of the aisle and see Drake standing next to the officiant by the large picture window wearing the tuxedo I found him in on New Year’s Eve. He is absolutely breathtaking.

  As I start my walk toward Drake I notice that Justin Timberlake’s Mirrors is playing softly in the background. Drake knows how much I love that song and I don’t think the lyrics could describe our love and what we’ve gone through to make it back to each other more perfectly. I make it about half way down the aisle and Drake leaves his post and starts walking toward me.

  When he reaches me he kisses my forehead and in my ear he whispers, “You’ve never looked so beautiful.”

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “I missed you. Plus, every bride deserves to be walked down the aisle,” he says as we reach the officiant. We turn toward each other, my hands in his, and take a breath. As the officiant begins I thank my lucky stars that Meredith has found someone who speaks English.

  “We are here today to join Morgan Lane and Drake Baylor Jr. in marriage. This is a lawful unification of love, honor and trust between you two that should not be taken lightly, but with great respect for each other. Now is the time that if anyone deems that this couple should not be joined, please speak now.”

  Marie and Meredith, along with some other hotel guests that have snuck in to witness our vows, stay silent. I still find myself looking around the room for anyone daring enough to say something. Drake and I have decided to say vows that come from the heart today in our more private ceremony, and save the traditional vows for our friends and family. The officiant lets us know that it’s time for the vows and Drake begins.

  “Morgan…I’ve never known someone more beautiful than you inside and out. You are smart, and funny, and I admire your strength and independence. I take you as my bride today and vow that as your husband I will love, honor and cherish you every day until I take my last breath. I will be there for you in sickness and health, in bad times and good, and promise to be your best friend through everything. I promise to be faithful to you. You are my lifeline, my heartbeat, my everything,” he says, and gives my hand a little squeeze with one hand as he clears the tears from my eyes with the other.

  It’s my turn to say my vows, and instead of thinking of what I want to say beforehand, I decided to speak from the heart. “Drake, you are the greatest man I’ve ever known. You have taught me love and dedication and sacrifice. I will live the rest of my days trying to love you half as much as I know you love me. I promise to be a faithful, loving, affectionate wife and mother of your child. I will be there right by your side in sickness and in health. I’ll support you through all of the good times, but especially the bad. I promise to fight for our happiness every day, and be the best friend you could ask for. You are everything to me and I’ve never felt love like the love I have for you.”

  The officiant asks for the rings, and Marie places them in our hands.

  Drake places my wedding band on my left ring fingertnd says, “This ring is a symbol of fidelity and my vows to you. I give this to you i
n honor of my love for you.”

  Saying nearly the same I say, “This ring has no end, like my love for you. I give it to you as a symbol of fidelity and my vows to you.”

  The officiant proclaims us as husband and wife, and Drake places his hands on either side of my face and smiles the most genuinely happy smile I’ve ever seen cross his face and kisses me. This kiss is soft and sweet yet filled with so much love. Marie and Meredith clap, and offer their congratulations before retreating from the room to give us some privacy in our first moments as husband and wife.

  Even though there is no longer music playing, Drake takes me in his arms and we dance slowly, letting the moment sink in. He gently rubs my belly with one hand while holding me tight with the other, and hums softly in my ear before whispering, “I love you so much, Mrs. Baylor. Thank you for becoming my wife.”

  “Thank you for becoming my husband, Mr. Baylor, I love you with all of my heart. Thank you for today, for making it so special. Thank you for the surprises, and everything you did to make me feel so beautiful, and for the stunning tennis bracelet,” I say as I lift my hand up to show Drake the bracelet on my wrist. “I’m sorry I didn’t get anything for you.”

  “Oh, but you’ve given me the best gift,” Drake says with a wink as he continues to rub my belly.

  We dance for another minute or two and then there is a soft knocking on the door before someone walks in and says, “Excuse me, Mr. And Mrs. Baylor, I’ve come to take your wedding picture.”

  We pose in front of the beautiful picture window as the man snaps a few photos, and as Drake and I smile at the camera in various poses to commemorate our special day I doubt the pictures will ever be able to truly show how happy I feel inside.

  When the photographer is finished we adjourn to Josefin for our dinner reservation. Drake made arrangements for a special dinner tonight as I’m not able to eat a lot of the fish, seafood, and cheeses that are on the regular menu. As our entreés are placed before us, I notice not only has Drake made special arrangements to accommodate my prenatal restrictions, he has arranged for us to have my favorite meal.

  “Fillet, twice baked potatoes, and asparagus?”

  “The perfect celebratory meal,” Drake says with a proud smile.

  “But it’s not my birthday,” I say teasing him. He knows how happy he’s just made me.

  “It’s our marriage’s birthday,”

  “Touché Mr.Baylor, and thank you. This looks lovely.” I say as I lean over for a kiss.

  We sit and enjoy our meal and the long day starts to catch up with me.

  Drake notices and after taking a sip of sparkling water says, “You look tired, my love. Would you like to have our dinner wrapped up so you can go lie down?”

  “You are so sweet, thank you, but I’m okay. I don’t want to miss a moment of this day. We can always sleep in tomorrow.”

  “We can, but we are supposed to go home tomorrow. We haven’t discussed a honeymoon yet. I was thinking if you’d like we can switch our tickets and we could go to London for a few days? Or maybe somewhere warm?”

  “London sounds wonderful, but the best place I can think of is lying low at your house. I’m ready to go home with my husband,” I say as I reach across the table to take Drake’s hand.

  He lifts our entwined fingers to his lips, kissing the back of my hand gently and says, “For the past few months I’ve hated going home every night. But now knowing you will be there, home is the only place I want to be.”

  “I couldn’t agree more, mister. By the time we plan our wedding, especially with my mother at the helm no doubt, we’ll want to escape to London for a while, or somewhere warm, or both!” I giggle.

  “Let’s talk about our wedding. Everyone is going to want to know if we’ve set a date, where we are going to have it, etc., have you given any thought to what you might like?”

  “I think I’d like something simple. My family isn’t that big and I don’t see the need to invite a ton of friends that I haven’t spoken to since college or high school, so I think a small gathering of our nearest and dearest will be more intimate and special,” I say.

  “I couldn’t agree more. Would you want to do it here?” Drake asks.

  “We’ve had our magical Paris wedding, and I don’t want to compare the two. Let’s do it back in the States. Where would you like to get married? It’s your day too you know.”

  “That’s true. I’m not sure where I want the wedding to take place, and even though we are already married,” Drake says with a wink, and gives my hand another kiss, “I’d like to have our wedding soon. You know how in love with you and committed I am to you and our baby, but I think making this commitment in front of our loved ones will make everything more real. I know you said the wedding is just one day and I’m so glad we’ve already started our marriage, so doing it soon makes more sense to me.”

  “That sounds good to me too. I don’t want planning our wedding to turn into an ordeal that takes months to come to fruition. We’re already married, this will just be a special day to celebrate our marriage with our loved ones. Plus, the sooner we do it, the easier it will be for Marie to do the alterations,” I say, and we both have a laugh.

  “Your body is so beautiful, Morgan. Watching you walk down the aisle in your beautiful dress with our baby clearly showing was the most amazing sight to see. You truly took my breath away. I think my feet started walking towards you before my head realized what I was doing. I’ve always been drawn to you.”

  “I have too. I swear I could feel your presence at the Ritz before I saw you. I found myself looking for you everywhere. I’m so glad I found you.”

  “Oh Morgan, I would have found you again, I can’t live the rest of my life without you. And now that you’re my wife I know I’ll have you forever and that is the most comforting feeling in the world,” he says as he stands and walks over my chair to help me up. “Let’s go back to our room and finish our night with a little more privacy, what do you say?”

  I smile as I stand and lean into his chest, allowing him to hold me tight. “I thought you’d never ask,” I say as Drake leads me out of the restaurant and guides me to our room. When we get to our hotel door, Drake unlocks it and ceremoniously picks me up to cross the threshold. I let out a tiny giggle and grasp his face in my hand as he kicks the door closed behind us and walks into the bedroom with me still in his arms.

  “I didn’t pick up any special lingerie for tonight, I’m sorry,” I say, realizing that under my dress is some pretty unflattering shape wear. Marie said that although we aren’t trying to hide my bump, it will support my belly and help me to feel more comfortable throughout the day.

  “Oh, baby, you have nothing to be sorry about. You are always beautiful. Besides, for what I’ve got planned the rest of this evening, clothing will only get in the way,” he says before setting me down and slowly unzipping my dress.

  Still embarrassed by the unsightly shape wear, I ask Drake to start a bath for us and tell him I’ll join him in a minute. Once he’s in the bathroom, I shimmy out of the undergarments, unpin my hair and pile it on top of my head, and wrap myself in the gorgeous satin robe Marie gave me as a wedding gift.

  Drake

  Morgan enters the bathroom as I shut off the faucet, and gives me a coy smile as she walks over to the tub and lets her robe fall from her shoulders and fall into a pool of satin on the floor. I kiss her shoulders softly before planting one more kiss at the base of her neck just above her shoulder blade, and help her into the tub. I love how Morgan can’t keep her eyes off of me as I take my time getting out of my tux.

  “See anything you like?” I tease when I see Morgan lick her lips as I drop my boxer briefs to the floor. I’m going to really enjoy taking full advantage of her pregnancy hormones.

  “Always,” she says as her cheeks blush to an adorable crimson, “Get in here, mister,” she says as she slides forward in the tub, giving me room to crawl in behind her and wrap my arms and legs around her. I immed
iately place my hand over her belly and mindlessly rub circles over it. I think I’m just as drawn to our baby as I am to Morgan.

  “This has been the best day of my life. Thank you, Morgan, for marrying me. I meant every word in the vows I made to you. I love you with all of my heart.”

  “You don’t have to thank me for marrying you. I’m thankful you asked. I love you too, Drake, with all my heart,” Morgan says as she relaxes her head against my chest.

  I take some bath oil into my hands and slowly massage her shoulders as she lets out a contented sigh. I let my hand fall carelessly down her chest and back to her belly where I continue to rub gentle circles, before returning to her beautiful breasts to massage those as well. I roll Morgan’s nipples between my fingers a few times and feel her breathing pick up. I see more color reach her cheeks and know she’s turned on. I reach between her thighs, and slowly start to massage her clit as I feel her hand reach behind her to grab hold of my cock.

  “Oh God, baby,” I say as Morgan begins to stroke me off. I’ve been with a lot of women in my past, and no one turns me on or rubs me off the way Morgan does. I think that’s the difference between making love and just fucking. When you make love with someone your feelings keep you so much more in the moment. You pay attention to every second with that person as if it could be the last time you’ll share something so amazing.

  I continue to massage Morgan’s clit and when I slide a finger inside her she starts to come apart. “That’s it, baby, let go,” I encourage Morgan as she starts to come around my hand. Even in bathwater I can feel it and it’s the hottest thing ever. I slowly massage her arms, legs, belly, and shoulders while she comes down from her orgasm and I can tell she’s tired, so I help her from the tub and carry her warm, wet body in my arms and place her in bed, pulling the sheets up tightly around her shoulders.