So Wrong So Right

by Erica Marselas

Colin put his life on hold for me, maybe I can do the same for him? It just doesn’t mean I’m not going to send myself into overdrive and have an anxiety attack about it.

  “Come back to me, Abbs.” Colin's voice coos and I blush knowing he’s caught me again getting lost in my own head.

  “Sorry,” I mumble, and Colin stands from his chair, putting his hand out for me.

  I take it and he collects me in his arms, pressing a kiss to my lips. “I never meant for Paris to come out as our only option, but if I'm honest, I'm worried about my dad when he finds out we got married and you won’t be returning back to the house. You heard how he was today and especially after what you told me, so yeah, I want to get us as far away as we can. For us, for our child. We don’t have to go to Paris, but I’m not sure it’s wise to stay around here. We could wait to see what happens after we are married and go from there. But I just don’t trust him not to do something, even if your mom left him at this point. Who knows if it’ll set him off more. I’m not even sure Paris will keep him away, but it’s oceans away, and I don’t think we're worth the flight or money. “He brushes back my blowing hair from the small gusts of wind whipping onto the terrace.

  “I get it. I do. It's just a lot at once.” I lay my head on his chest and curl around him tight. “I love this by the way,” I murmur wanting to change the subject back to us. “It’s very romantic. Thank you.”

  “I figured I owe you a couple hundred dates or so.” He chuckles and presses his lips to the top of my head.

  “You don’t owe me anything.” I glance up at him and step out of his arms. “Because you already gave me—everything.” Oh, hell, I think I just made myself swoon.

  “Not quite yet—” A boat horn sounds off loudly on the water cutting off what else he was going to say and also taking my attention. I grab his hand and move to the edge to look out into the harbor, to see a large yacht coming into port. It honks again, and I’m not sure why it needs to make all that noise for coming in. Colin wraps his arms around my waist and my body melts into his as he lays little kisses on my neck.

  We just stand and stare into the night for I’m not sure how long. As the fog in my mind starts to lift, I’m able to process the events of the last two days, and I realize, despite everything, I’m very lucky to have what I have.

  “You know, in spite of the phone call today with my mom and him, today was actually very uplifting,” I tell him.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Yesterday, everything came crashing down. I thought we might have no place to go. No one to turn to and we would maybe have to live on the street...I don't know. I’m still scared—” I take a deep shaky breath and push down the rising thoughts of Victor. I don't want him ruining this night any more than he has. Colin pulls me tighter in his arms and I relax into him once again, remembering I’m indeed safe now. “But today, I discovered no matter what, we were going to be okay and we’re not alone. Your mom and my dad wouldn't let us fail. We have each other, and I don’t think we would let each other fail. Yesterday when I thought I lost everything, today I got it all back.”

  Colin takes my hand and spins me around to look at him. “I love you, and you’re right, no matter what I’m going to protect you and do whatever I can to provide for you and the baby. But most of all, I’ll love the fucking shit out of you.” He grins, and I giggle uncontrollably at his comment because it’s just so him and so us.

  “I’m going to love the fucking shit out of you too.”

  “Good. Because there’s one more thing I need to do to make good on that promise.” With my hand still in his, Colin drops to one knee.

  “Colin,” I rasp out, and tears prick in the corner of my eye, seeing him go all out to propose to me—again. I knew this was coming all night, but all this—this romance and love and effort behind it—makes me see again how damn lucky I am.

  “Abbs, I want to spend my life with you. Since I met you, I knew there was something special about you. You captured my heart and took it hostage, and in return you gave me yours. I’m going to spend every day trying to make you happy, make you smile, cherish you, and give you the world. I’m also going to do everything in my power to be the best father for our child.” His hand rubs my belly and my legs go weak. “I only started living because you came into my life…And the only way to keep living is with you forever.” He reaches into his back pocket and reveals the most beautiful white gold, halo engagement ring. “So, Abigail, will you marry me?”

  “I already told you I would, but yes, yes,” I shout, flinging myself into his arms to hug him and knock him back on his ass. The ring also goes flying out of his hand and onto the ground.

  “Sorry,” I mumble, the ring the last of my worries and crawl into his lap, kissing him till I can’t breathe. “I love you, so much. This was so much better than you telling me we're getting married. It’s even more than what I could have ever hoped for”

  He pushes his hand through my hair and kisses my nose. “I wanted you to know how serious I am. That we are staying together no matter what.”

  I bite my lip, and he sits us up before he picks the ring off the ground and slides it safely onto my finger.

  “I know, and it always turns me on when you take charge, so I definitely didn’t hate it, but this wins by a landslide.”

  A sly smirk appears on his face. “Why don't we go to our room?” he says, helping me stand. Once he gets up he pushes me into the balcony wall. “Then once we’re in there, I want you to get naked and spread out on the bed,” he demands, his darkened eyes dancing lustfully with mine. “I want to look at you only wearing my ring.”

  I’m awakened in a manner that I’ve grown accustomed to in the last five months: Colin’s wet tongue between my thighs.

  Moving the blanket down, I'm greeted by his mass of untamed brown waves and his mischievous eyes glinting up into mine. I watch as his tongue circles around my clit and a finger trace along my soaked core.

  “I think the pregnancy is making you taste sweeter.” He moans and continues to devour me till I explode. Hell, this will never get old to wake up to.

  His mouth moves up my body, slowly, as I continue to convulse from the high he just sent me on.

  His fingers slip inside me and his mouth smashes over mine.

  When his tongue flicks with mine, I taste myself, and he's right, I do taste sweeter. I'm not sure exactly what the flavor is, but I dig it, humming my approval of my arousal.

  “You like it, huh? Now you know why I'm going to be enjoying my favorite snack more often.” He grins wickedly, but I know he's not lying in the least.

  His fingers pull out of me and for extra measure—who am I kidding—like always, sucks them clean. With his dick at my entrance, I wrap my legs around his back and pull him into me.

  “Fuck…” he hisses, filling me completely. “I never want to go a day without being inside of you…” I can't control the little giggles that escape my throat, knowing that when we have the baby, that promise won't be kept. Especially for weeks after the birth. But I’m not going to burst that bubble yet. It’s still seven months away.

  He pulls out of me abruptly, making me wince. “What are you laughing at, brat?” He lifts my legs so they go around his neck.

  “Nothing…” I shake my head and bat my eyes at him innocently.

  “Nothing, huh?” He growls as he slams himself into me without warning.

  “Shit,” I scream, getting pushed violently back and my head hits the bed frame. It doesn't hurt, but the frame hits the wall loudly, echoing through the room, and I can only hope these hotel walls are thick. He roughly thrusts into me again, and again. I'm gripping the pillow behind my head so hard I'm afraid I'm going to pull the feathers out. “Fuck, Colin.”

  “You’re not laughing now…are you?” He smirks, his pace not relenting, and I'm sure my pussy is going to be deliciously sore for the rest of the day.

  “Ha.Ha.Ha.Ha…” I jest, but they come out more like throaty moans. My stom
ach muscles tighten as my orgasm builds and I know if he keeps this speed up, it's going to be powerful as fuck.

  Colin reaches down and pinches my nipple, letting the hard peek roll between his fingers. “You’re such a smartass, Abbs. I. Should. Spank. You,” he says between each aggressive plow.

  “God, damn,” I yell, my body tensing as if I'm about to have a seizure. The pillows don't stand a chance now as I detonate around him. I'm quivering so crazily my body is doing the thrusting for him now.

  “You look so damn sexy, baby.” He tries to run his hand down my stomach, but my whole body is overly sensitive, I can't handle any touch and knock his hand away.

  “Get away,” I try to say, but it comes out as a jumbled mess. Colin laughs and drops my legs to his sides. “I hate you.”

  “I'm sorry to hear that because you're about to be married to me in six hours.”

  “Ugh, don't remind me,” I whine dramatically, finally coming down from my high. “And you need to stop using spanking as a threat, because you know it isn’t.”

  “Oh yeah?” He cocks his eyebrow, testing me.

  “Yeah…”

  He pulls out of me, grabs my legs and spins me around before pushing me up on my knees.

  Colin slaps my ass, hard enough to make me yelp. He slaps the other cheek, making me cry out again in pleasure and from the sting as well. Smack, smack, he continues till I'm sure my ass is bright red and I love the way it burns.

  With a hand on my hip, he rubs his dick along my folds and I can practically feel my arousal drip coating his dick. He pushes the tip in and grabs my other hip before forcefully ramming himself into me again, making my arms fall from under me.

  I love it when he’s rough and takes control like this. It turns me on like nothing else and I will do anything, like always being my bratty self, to make sure he fucks me hard like this all the time.

  He makes a makeshift ponytail with my hair and wraps it around his wrist, using it to pull me back up in position. “You’re so fucking hot, baby. This pussy is mine…to have and to hold for the rest of my life.”

  “Just my pussy?” I tease him. His rhythm slows, and I know he’s trying to prolong his own orgasm. But I’m not having that today and push back on him, to match his previous speed. “Maybe I should just cut my mid-section off for you then.”

  “I want all of you...fuck…Stop, Abbs. I want to last.” He strains, but I don’t stop. I’m at my peak again and I want to blow with him.

  He slaps my ass hard, thinking that’s going to stop me, but it doesn’t. Instead, it sets me off and my pussy grips around him tightly. He's grunting like crazy and yanks on my hair, pulling me up to his body. Clumsily his fingers circle around my clit to try and keep me going, but I can tell he's too far gone for him to try and do it right. I can feel his abs tense on my back and he's breathing heavily through his teeth. I nip at his chin, trying to get his lips, but it's no use because his fingers dig into me and he comes with a thunderous roar.

  I fall to the bed and roll to my side as Colin plops down next to me. Grabbing my face, he kisses me, and I can feel his love for me radiating out. My fingers run through his hair, as I try to express back to him everything I feel for him. I have no doubts that this man loves me the way I love him. Soon he'll be my husband. It's still all fucking surreal, but I'll be happy to stay in this bizarro, dreamlike state forever.

  “That was fun, but now I want to cherish you, till it’s time to leave and make you my wife.”

  “Yes, please.”

  Seconds later we are lost in each other again.

  Naomi is putting the finishing touches on my hair when there’s a knock on the door. “You should get it, sweetie.” Naomi nudges my shoulder and I spy her curiously through the mirror. “Just go.”

  With my updo weighing about a hundred pounds from all the hairpins and hairspray, I make my way to the door. I look through the peephole first and shriek in surprise at the sight of my two best friends. I swing the door open, and Tamara and Sandy come rushing in, engulfing me in a hug, the three of us squealing loudly.

  “Alright, alright, girls. I would like to keep my hearing a bit longer,” my dad says, plugging his ears and closing the door behind him.

  “How did you guys—”

  “Your dad brought us,” Tamara chirps answering my question before I finish it.

  “Daddy,” I break away from my friends and hug my father, “thank you.”

  “You're welcome, sweetie, but thank your future husband too, it was his idea. I just drove,” he says modestly, and I kiss his cheek.

  “And convinced our parents to let us out of school early,” Sandy adds, “which by the way they send their congrats and an envelope full of green.” She giggles.

  “I'm going to leave you guys here to hang out and we will meet in the lobby in a half hour.”

  “I'll go with you, John. I could use some coffee and check on my son.” Naomi grabs her cosmetics bag and walks to my dad.

  “Where is your son by the way?” I question because I haven't even gotten a text from him and I expected him to harass me the whole time he was gone.

  “Where he's supposed to be.” she teases giving me a wink. “See you soon, sweetie. Girls.” My father outstretches his hand and she takes it as they make their exit.

  Once the door clicks shut, Sandy pulls me into another hug. “I can’t believe you're getting married,” she gushes.

  “I can't believe it either sometimes.” I laugh, giddily. “I can't wait for you guys to really meet him.”

  “I wish you told us what was happening with everything, but I'm so glad you're safe. Tam told me some of what happened,” Sandy says, biting at her lip, looking anxiously over at Tamara.

  Does she think I would be mad that they talked?

  “I didn't think you would mind me telling her. She was uber worried when your mom came looking for you,” Tamara tells me, and I wave her off.

  “Of course, I don't mind. I'm glad not to have to explain it again. And if I could go back I'd tell you guys. I was just scared.” I sigh and flop down on the bed.

  “It’s all so wild and I can’t blame you for not saying anything,” Sandy tells me and comes to sit down next to me. “When your mom came looking for you, she was hysterical; asking our parents to look for you under our beds and closets. She was also sporting a nice huge shiner.”

  “What? When was this?” I’m unable to keep the astonishment out of my voice and my heart breaks at the same time. He really did hurt her.

  “Like butt ass early Friday morning. She looked rough as shit and freaked the fuck out. My mom tried to ask what happened, but she wouldn’t tell her. That’s when I called Tam and she told me what happened to you.”

  “It all makes sense now,” I whisper, rubbing my forehead. Was her getting punched the event to make her finally see everything what was going on right in front of her?

  But she could have prevented it if she believed you, the nagging voice in my head chirps. Though it's true, I still hate it all so much that this monster, this devil, has caused this much pain to the ones I love and me. Victor left a couple of nasty voicemails to Colin, which he never replied to. He then proceeded to change his number Saturday morning to avoid any more of Victor’s crap. I still find myself looking over my shoulder, ready for him to pop out of the woodwork and do something to me or Colin.

  I wish he would just disappear back to the hell he came from.

  “What makes sense?” Tamara asks curiously and puts her hand on my back.

  “My mom’s sudden change of heart. We talked on Friday afternoon. She said she was sorry but then hung up on me like she was in a hurry. I don’t even know if she’s okay after we talked. Dad said he called her on Saturday, and she said she was fine and taking care of everything.” My hands tingle with the guilt taking over me. “I should've checked on her myself. I've just had so much going on; preparing for today, figuring out what I'm going to do about school, and buying stuff to move in with my dad
till we figure out where we are going. I tried to do what everyone told me and focus on me, but now I feel worse for doing so,” I confess, and it hurts more to say it out loud.

  “Abbs,” Tamara slings her arm around me. “You shouldn't feel bad. Your mom made her bed when she didn't listen to you. It sucks that it happened, but if she told your dad she’s taking care of it, you have to believe it. Now, it's your wedding day, push it aside for one more day.”

  “I know, but…”

  “No buts,” she says. “Today is your day. You're getting married, you're having a baby—"

  “You're having a baby?” Sandy screeches beside me cutting Tam off, and I have to plug my ears.

  “You didn't tell her?” I look at Tamara and she sucks her lips in and her brown eyes go big.

  “No. I figured you might want to.”

  “O-M-G. For real?” Sandy screeches again and bounces on the bed.

  “Yeah.”

  “Abigail Miller, you little freak,” she hoots and shoves my arm. “Congrats girl.” She moves to hug me, then stops mid-way. “You are happy, right?”

  “Yes, very.” I giggle, causing her to squeal and wrap me in her arms.

  “I love babies. You do know I’m going to be like the crazy aunt and get them in trouble and spoil the crap out of them, right?” She claps her hands, and it’s hard not to match her enthusiasm, forgetting for now about my mom.

  “I’m on the crazy aunt train too—but I don’t change diapers. Sorry,” Tamara adds, shaking her head and twisting her nose at the thought of diapers. Hell, I’m not even looking forward to it myself and hope to pass off the job to Colin as much as possible.

  “You should finish getting ready. We want you to get to your wedding on time.”

  I stand in front of the long length mirror and admire myself in the lace maxi dress I bought with Naomi. I feel like a celebrity about to go down the red carpet. My hair is perfect and so is my makeup. I was so happy when I looked in the mirror this morning and the bruise on my face had fully faded. I’m in awe of my own damn self, yet I have no idea why I’m shaking like crazy.