Sorry this chapter took awhile, I recently got a new nursing job and have been working more hours than I’m used too, I’ve been a little tired from the massive heat wave we had recently as well. I hope you enjoy this chapter anyways. A lot of things happen in it, and hopefully it’s not too long…
This chapter is rated PG 13. No nudity, although some sims are scantily clad, and there is minor talks of whoo hoo, nothing is shown.
Max and Cordelia were married on a beautiful spring evening in front of all their family and friends, having just decided on having a small wedding at the local church. Cordelia wanted to get married on the beach, but her mother demanded they get married in her church, and since Cordelia and her mother’s relationship were on the rocks, Cordelia would do anything to keep the peace.
Isabella and I sat in the front row to watch the nuptials take place.
“Her dress is beautiful.” Isabella whispered to me, leaning in so close her hair tickled my neck making me want to take her somewhere private. It was strange watching my cousin get married, and to my best friend no less. But I loved seeing them happy, but I do admit it was strange to see Max dressed up and his hair neatly combed.
I smiled across the aisle at my sisters Demi and Drew, who had brought a date. Her new fiancé from College. This was my first time meeting him. He seemed like an ok guy, maybe a little bit over-confident, but definitely Drusilla’s type. Sadly, Emelia couldn’t make the wedding as she got called away on a vet emergency.
Everyone hushed as Cordelia walked down the aisle, and the sounds of the wedding march filled the room. We all watched her join Max up at the altar. The wedding was short and sweet. Isabella cried a little, she had grown to care about Cordelia and Max as much as I had. Wordlessly, I pulled out a small pack of Kleenex out of my breast pocket and handed them to her, as we watched the Bride and Groom share their first kiss as a married couple.
“What a beautiful wedding.” Isabella sighed as we danced later at the reception. Her body felt great pressed up against mine as we danced sweetly to the slow song that blared from the DJ booth. “I can’t wait to get married.”
“Why don’t we then?” I asked staring into her eyes. “Get married I mean.”
“Was that a proposal?” Isabella asked breathlessly, her eyes anxiously staring into mine.
“I don’t know, maybe it was.” I said earnestly. “I know it wasn’t the most romantic of proposals.” I apologized.
“Oh Cole, the proposal was just perfect.” She sighed, laying her head on my chest as we danced.
Dancing wasn’t my thing, and I felt a little silly, but for Isabella I’d dance and try to enjoy it-for her. As we twirled slowly around the dance floor, me trying my hardest to not step on her dainty toes, I looked around at my family, Drusilla looked positively smitten with her new boyfriend, as they danced she had a huge smile on her face. It was good to see her so happy. Drusilla and I had never been close, but she was still my little sister, and I loved her. I knew from when she was a little girl her biggest wish was to get married, and as her protective older brother he better hope he treats her right…
Max and Cordelia spun by, lost in each other. Poor Max, he looked even sillier dressed up and dancing then I. But as he stared down into Cordelia’s eyes, I realized that he would do whatever it took to make her happy. I wanted that feeling….
Demi who was single, had a little too much to drink and danced out on the floor all night long. Every wedding had to have one embarrassing family member who made an ass out of him or herself, this year the title went to Demi, who only had one outburst when the bar tender cut her off and wouldn’t allow her any more to drink. Which was probably for the best.
“It’s nice to meet you.” I reached out my hand to shake Drusilla’s boyfriends hand. His name was Garrett Brandt. He was an investment banker fresh out of college, and he was obviously very proud of his job and wanted everyone to know about it.
“Nice to meet you, What do you do Cole?” Garrett asked, in that snobby superior way successful people always seemed to have.
“Oh, I work on computers, and work part-time at the IT division down town.” I said honestly, not really giving a shit anymore if I looked like a loser.
“Is that like Geek Squad?” Garrett asked. I bristled a little, instantly going into self-defense mode. “I ask because my bank needs to upgrade their software and I’m looking for a good IT guy. Does that sound like something you would be interested in?”
Garret and I talked for a while, as it turned out, he too was a bit nutty about computers, even though we were very different, we had a lot in common as well. He was a pretty cool guy actually. I didn’t actually want to punch him in the face, maybe I was growing up?
“Cole, it good to see you.” My mom said hugging me tightly, instantly making me feel the guilt that only mothers can inflict so easily. It had been awhile since I had seen her. Months actually, and it was no excuse as I only lived on the other side of town. “Oh you finally cut your hair–good.” Breelynn laughed her blue eyes that I inherited brightened, the tiny lines around her eyes a little bit more defined since I’d seen her last.
“Yeah I figured it was time to stop looking like a bum.” I laughed. “And to get you to stop nagging at me about it is just a bonus.” I smiled to show her that I was joking.
“So Emelia has told me a lot about Isabella, and I’m anxious to meet her.” My mother smiled, I was her first-born, her only son, and she had always been a bit more protective of me then my sisters. Growing up, besides Demi, I had been the one that caused her the most trouble as well. I hoped she would go easy on Isabella….
I looked up and Met Isabella’s eyes from across the room and nodded as if to say ‘Come on over.’ She looked nervous, and twisted her blond locks anxiously in her hands. I knew this meeting was important to her, and how nervous she was.
“Isabella, I would like you to meet my mother Breelynn Gallagher.” I held Isabella’s hand and gave it a little squeeze.
“It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Gallagher.” Isabella said politely.
“And you too, dear. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you from my youngest daughter Emelia.” Once again, I felt the guilt for not having had this meeting until now…
“You raised a great son Mrs. Gallagher.” Isabella said sweetly, smiling shyly at my mother. The waiter came by and Isabella took a wine glass from the tray, probably needing a little liquid courage right about now…Sadly, Isabella had the clumsy trait and the glass went flying….
“Oh my god!” Isabella screeched watching as the Dark red liquid spread across the silky fabric of my mothers skirt. Her face was scarlet, her eyes wide and terrified.
“Oh Mrs. Gallagher, please forgive me.” Bella babbled grabbing some Kleenex from one of the tables and attacking my mother with one of them. “I promise I’ll pay to get your dress dry cleaned, and if it’s ruined I’ll buy you another, I’m so so sorry.” Her breath came out in one big whoosh, humiliated tears shining in her eyes.
She dropped her head in shame.
“Oh dear, don’t worry about it. Accidents do happen, and this dress is old, and if it’s ruined, so be it.” Breelynn smiled at Isabella, and gently patted her shoulder. “There is no need to get so upset.”
Isabella smiled gratefully up at my mother. I was glad my mom took the whole wine incident so nicely. My mom had always been pretty easy-going.
I remember my mom telling me stories about my father’s family, my grandparents I hadn’t seen since I was a little boy, they didn’t like her one bit, thought she was a bad influence on their son Milo. So my mom made it a point to never judge another person…
We partied at the reception till late in the night. Cordelia and Max left to go on their honeymoon, and even though the party still went on, Isabella and I decided to call it a night and head home…
“I love you Cole.” Isabella landed a kiss on my mouth as soon as we stepped inside and closed the door. She was a wee bit tipsy, as she wasn’t really a drinker, and had only had one glass of wine, having spilled the second all over my mothers dress.
“I love you to Bella.” I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and deepened the kiss. It felt great to be the only ones here for once.
Without a word we went upstairs and stripped down to our underwear. Isabella’s hands felt warm as they traveled over my skin lightly, raising goose bumps in their wake.
She kissed me again, more hungrily this time, and gave me a gentle shove onto the bed and lay between my legs, her arms propping her head up on my chest. She looked into my eyes.
“Did you mean what you said earlier about getting married?” Her violet eyes stared into mine softly.
“I ment every word of it.” I said honestly brushing back a lock of her golden hair. She smiled, and it sent a ripple of desire flooding through my body, making my entire body tremble in need.
“I don’t want a big wedding.” Isabella said. “Something small, and intimate.”
“We could get married at the courthouse for all I care, as long as you are happy, I’m happy.” I said.
“The courthouse sounds OK with me.” Isabella laughed.
“You don’t want a huge wedding, and a fancy dress?” I asked, a little surprised as I always assumed most woman dreamed of having huge weddings since they were little girls, like my sister Drusilla who had dreamed of a huge fancy wedding since she was a little girl. But my Isabella was a different sort, and was very shy. Huge crowds just wasn’t her thing, and that was OK with me.
“As long as you are there with me, we could get married in a barn.” Isabella said crushing her lips against mine once again…
“So the courthouse it is then?” I asked as our lips finally parted. My lips felt swollen, and I touched them gently with my fingers.
“You aren’t disappointed are you Cole?” Isabella asked softly.
“Aww baby, why would I be disappointed?” I asked honestly, kissing her forehead, her arms went around me gratefully. “You know huge fancy weddings aren’t my thing either. Hell, I only wore a suit tonight because I had too. Actually I’m relieved you would rather get married at the courthouse.” I laughed. “I’m a lucky guy!”
A couple of days later after Isabella and I had applied for a marriage licence, we drove to the courthouse. I was excited, and a little bit nervous. Even though we decided to get married at the courthouse, and keep it just between us, we planned on having a party for friends and family so they could celebrate with us.
Even though it was a courthouse wedding in front of the Magister. I dressed up anyways, and Isabella did the same wearing a beautiful white dress.
We exchanged rings in front of the Judge, after we filed our papers and paid the fee to the courts. The wedding was short and sweet. Just the way we wanted it.
“You may now kiss the bride.” Said the judge, stamping the paper and handing it to us.
“Next.” She said dismissing us so the next couple could come in.
We smiled at each other and laughed. definitely not the most romantic of wedding ceremonies, but we had each other and that’s all we needed….
3 weeks later…..
Isabella bent over the toilet bowl heaving her stomach contents into the bowl. She felt dizzy, and alternated between feeling hot and then cold.
She sat up wiping her mouth, crawling over to the sink, her stomach seizing in pain. This couldn’t be right…She thought tears clouding her vision as she splashed cold water on her face.
Could I be pregnant? She thought, her hands gently touching her stomach. At the thought, her stomach seized in pain once more, and she doubled up on the floor crying wordlessly onto the wooden floor. Something is wrong, it shouldn’t feel like this…She thought, Wishing Cole was here instead of at work.
Her stomach cramped up again and she slumped against the door and sobbed….
To Be Continued….