The Ten of Them – Chapter 8: The Day of Our Second Wedding

Adult story: The Ten of Them – Chapter 8: The Day of Our Second Wedding

by Hard93

The night before our mothers separated us. They wanted the traditional wedding, well is traditional as could be considering we were married three days ago. I was not supposed see Kathryn until the end of the wedding ceremony, when I lifted her veil to kiss my bride.

Early morning Mom finds me exactly where she left me the night before; my eyes have not close longer than a blink. Mom says, “JJ you need a shower make it a long one. You want to be very clean on your wedding day. Don’t dress in your tuxedo yet. Breakfast will be ready in an hour.”

As I reluctantly move from the window it’s almost as if I can feel Kathryn having to do the same. I am thinking how I am going to survive when she’s in the hospital nine months from now. What if they don’t let me stay in her room? Kathryn will not be able to sleep unless they drug her. Maybe we can use a midwife instead of the hospital, or find a hospital that allows family to stay in the room. Well we got eight months and twenty-six days to figure it out.

I wonder if Kathryn is worried about the very same thing right now, are we that closely connected, I hope so. I love the closeness we have. The truth is I would not give it up for anything or anyone, even if it does come with drawbacks like not being able to sleep without her. I love the benefits that our connection gives us.

I start the water in the shower just like I always do, when I step in I realized Kathryn always turns it a little warmer. I reached over and readjust the water slightly warmer. Warm water rehydrates the dried juices and the smell sex makes me long for Kathryn, and gives me a hard on. It hasn’t even been eight hours and I want to run across the street just to give her a kiss and tell her I love her.

I wash thoroughly making sure I get all the smell of sex off me. Just to make sure I wash twice, finishing with my hair. Once my shower is done I step out shave and dry off. I comb my hair in my usual fashion. I dress in boxers and a T-shirt and cargo shorts before heading down to breakfast.

Grandma giggles at me, “You look worse each time the two of you are separated.”

Managing the best smile I can and say, “It’s why I won’t ever need a prenuptial with Kathryn. We would not survive, being separated that long would kill us. We’re just too addicted to each other.”

Laughing Mom says, “That’s one reason the wedding will be held at eleven o’clock this morning.” We were thinking three in the afternoon, until we saw you guys last week. By three o’clock on the first day you to looked bad, but today you look awful already. We going to blindfold you two, then let you hug a minute just to see you through till eleven.

I really doubt she actually would let me and Kathryn in the same room, until the wedding is over. So I say, “You know I love to have Kathryn in my arms right now even ten seconds, the way we feel right now we couldn’t let go.” Mom’s face shows her disappointment that her joke didn’t go over like she had hoped.

I plead with her, “Mom, don’t play with me about this, but I really want to call my wife right now. Just hearing her voice should be enough.”

The phone rings, and before anyone can do anything, I have already jumped over to it. I pick it up and say, “Hi Kathryn!”

I hear Kathryn’s beautiful voice coming over the phone, “Hi JJ my love.”

Mom has a look of surprise at the difference in me, she asked, “Kathryn?”

I shoot Mom back a look that says, like it could be anyone else. I continue my conversation by saying, “I hate this I can’t stand being without you.”

Giggling Kathryn says as she cuts me off, “Me too love. I miss you already I can hardly wait till eleven so I can be with you again.

Mom and Helen let us talk for fifteen minutes before breakfast is ready. Now much more relaxed Kathryn and I both reluctantly hang up to eat. Glancing at the clock we had three hours until the wedding, this will be almost as bad. I think it can be worse Kathryn it could be seven. It’s almost like a sense her respond, “Then three hours is not so bad.”

The following three hours had to be the longest in my life. I must have turned to look for Kathryn over a hundred times and reached for her hand twice as many times.

It seems to take me twice as long to do anything, but I’m ready at 10:30. Mom doesn’t want me to walk out for at least another twenty-five minutes. Laughingly she says, “I know you’re in a hurry, but you don’t have to look like you are. Besides that it’s hot out there already you standing out there for half an hour you would be a sweaty mess for Kathryn.”

Mom is right of course. But as Fourth of Julies go it’s a little cooler than normal which is fine with me the tuxedo is little warm on the best days. I’m glad it won’t be too hard on the guest having to sit out there in the heat is bad enough. Fortunately this time in the morning it’s only in the 80s and being cooler than normal low 80s, most people around here don’t mind that.

Why is it when you want time to hurry it seems to slow down, during that 25 minutes that I spent waiting, seconds seemed as minutes, which made the minutes feel like hours. The whole time felt like a day apart from my love. I only hope Kathryn was still preoccupied and not suffering the same.

Eventually Mom comes for me, this is the first time she’s ever give me any instructions on what she wanted to do today. Mom says, “JJ, walk down the foot of the dock, and wait there. The Coach is going to walk Kathryn from the boat house to you. Because you’ve already married he’s going to hand her off to you and you going to walk the rest of the way to the end of the dock with Kathryn. On the end of the dock there’s a podium the two of you walk hand-in-hand stepping to the music and stand before it. There the Judge will perform your marriage vows again. When Judge Thurgood is finished, Rev. Akins will perform the marriage vowels, Father McCoy, and then Parson Jenkins will also perform marriage vowels.

Now Mom laughs she says, “Your popularity has a price son, the three clergy insisted on marrying you too. So the Judge came up with the solution. This way you have one wedding day, with four ceremonies at the same time. It’s much easier than trying to remember other than for you, all your anniversaries. Besides that you didn’t have a Prenuptial this way, Kathryn would have to divorce you five times.”

I said, “We wouldn’t survive the first divorce.

Mom says, “Get moving or you’re going to be late for your own wedding.”

A deep breath and finally calm myself, Mom and I walk to my appointed spot complete with tape on the ground. I turned to the boat house as music stars it’s the traditional wedding march. The doors open held by two groomsmen dressed in tuxedos. Coming up the door arm in arm are Kathryn sister Michelle and the groomsmen with her is Michael Junior, followed by Maria and Mark, Kara and Eddie, Karen and Matt, a friend from football, and Misty and Marshall are the last two.

They all walk past me on their way to positions at the end of the dock. After Misty and Marshall have reached their spot the door opens again and out steps Michael senior and extremely beautiful Kathryn. Her wedding dress complements her figure given her an elegance that all can notice. Fortunately for me Mom is there with just enough support to keep me from toppling over. Kathryn’s beauty has again stunned me.

The audience notices my reaction giving a small laugh, but turn to see Kathryn and silence quickly falls over the crowd. Kathryn’s beauty is truly radiant, an Angel walking among us. In her wedding dress she seems to float to me.

The Coach is as happy as I’ve ever seen a man; then again I don’t have a mirror at this moment. He gently places Kathryn’s hand in mine, and I turn and we begin the walk down the dock. We step in time to the music or we would run to the podium. I can tell both our hearts are pounding from the excitement in the moment. Now the seconds seemed like hours as we walk the thirty feet to the end of the dock. Several photographers and video cameramen are recording our every movement.

We reached the podium just as the music ends, the Judge steps up to the podium. He begins by welcoming everyone to our wedding. Just then a large cloud rolls over head and several people look upward on fear of rain. It seems to be just an ordinary cloud, not threatening rain but gives us some much appreciated shade.

Judge Thurgood begins the ceremony the same words were said to us heard in the courtroom only three short days ago. When Kathryn and I say, I do, the sky opens just enough to provide a single ray of sunlight around the podium. Judge smiled brightly, he stopped to ceremony just before saying you may kiss the bride. He takes a half step back, the next clergyman steps forward he began the wedding ceremony in the manner he normally performs. But he stopped short of allowing me to kiss the bride. The next two clergy do the same now all four stand side-by-side in the sunlight that seems to not have moved. In unison the four say, “You may now kiss the bride.”

As I lift her veil the sunlight strikes the rubies of her necklaces, they cast a warm red glow between us that turned out to be striking in the photographs. As Kathryn and I kiss the audience springs to their feet with a roar that echoes off the hillsides.

Kathryn and I are swamped as my sister-in-law’s hug her and my brother-in-laws shake my hand vigorously follow by the clergy. The Judge finally scoots us on our way by saying, “Now go open the boat house I really want a slice of wedding cake.” Kathryn and I are pointed back up the dock and we walk hand-in-hand to the boat house. It’s only then that I noticed that the pontoon boats line both sides of the dock in flowers mostly roses. Walking Kathryn back to the boat house as chaperones open the garage doors revealing our reception, tables and tables of food and drink of all kinds cover the boat house floor.

It’s just now that I noticed how large the audience really is, it must be all most everyone from our small-town and surrounding area here today. Nearly 7,000 people crowd into the field below my house. It easily can handle it because it’s over ten acres in area. The first thing you notice about the reception is the wedding cake is huge, but I wonder if it still enough for all in attendance. The kitchen area the boat house is a beehive of activity as caterers warm their dishes to be served next.