Page 53 of Elijah

Elijah

aged 22

As I looked at my beautiful wife in her gorgeous cream, lace dress, which hugged every one of her sexy curves, I knew I would never be happier than I was at that moment. Amy was everything to me, the love of my life, and as corny and as clichéd as it might have sounded, I fell in love with her more each day.

She was currently bouncing around to House of Pain’s, Jump Around, with Lucas and Alex. Her shoes in one hand, while the other was fisted and pumping the air, and she looked like a fucking goddess. Her hair was escaping its elaborately curled bun and there was a thin sheen of sweat over her cleavage, and on her face was a huge grin as she sang out all the lyrics with my two best mates. I was one lucky fucker.

“She’s enjoying herself.” Sam’s mouth was close to my ear and there was a distinct slurring of his words. “She looks fucking amazing too, bro. She-.”

I punched him playfully in the arm. “Remember she’s my wife before you finish that sentence.”

“I was just going to say she’s good for you. You’re good together.”

Turning to look at him, I loosened my tie a little more. “You’re pissed.”

“Yeah, but doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m saying. You know I love Amy.”

“I know,” I replied with a grin, turning back to face the dancefloor. “I’m a lucky man.”

“Just make sure you don’t fuck it up,” Sam said, swaying slightly as he pointed his bottle toward Amy.

“No chance.” My response was immediate. “I fucking worship her and will every day for the rest of my life.”

“Do you ever argue?” Sam asked, turning to me with a raised brow.

I huffed out a laugh. “Fuck yeah. We just never let it drag on. Did you not hear her giving me shit for leaving a mess in the kitchen last week? I thought she was going to blow a blood vessel.”

We both grinned and then looked out over the dancefloor as Amy hooked her arm through Rachel’s, both hitching up their long dresses to dance to Cotton Eye Joe. That DJ was going to get a talking to, playing shit like that, but when I looked at how happy my wife was, why should I care?

“How did you know she was the one?”

Sam sounded dejected, causing me to shoot my head around to look at him.

“What’s up?”

Taking a swig from his bottle, he shrugged. “Nothing, why would there be?”

“You sound a bit pissed off. You thinking it’s time you settled down.” I grinned at him, waiting for his usual cursing at the idea.

“Maybe…I don’t know…maybe it’s time. Ah fuck it, I have no idea. It’s probably the wedding and all this fucking mushy shit getting to me today.”

“You got a particular girl in mind?” I asked, nudging him.

“Fuck no.” His response was vehement, a little too quick, and followed by a long swig of beer.

I watched my brother carefully, and noticed a twitch in his eye and knew for sure he was either lying to me, or more likely, to himself. It was my wedding day though, and I didn’t want to stand around talking about his love life when I could be dancing with Amy.

Handing Sam my bottle, I strode onto the dancefloor, just in time for the music to change to Thousand Years. As I approached, Rachel grinned and twirled Amy in my direction and into my open arms, taking Amy’s shoes from her as she left us.

“Hey you,” she gasped, a little out of breath. “Where’ve you been?”

“Just having a drink with Sam,” I replied, pulling her closer. “And watching you.”

“You were, were you?” she asked, linking her arms around my neck and falling into my rhythm.

“Yeah and realising how fucking lucky I am. You look beautiful and I’m amazed that you’re mine.”

Amy dropped a kiss on my lips and then leaned back to look at me. “You shouldn’t be amazed, it was written in the stars.”