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Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Chapter 18

Chapter 18
Ours

Billie collapsed in an empty chair besides Carolyn.
“I'm exhausted” she breathed “I haven't dance so much in my entire life. Hey, where's everybody?” she asked her best friend noticing that the reception hall was almost empty.
“Well, your parents took Lynnie – Doe back to her room about three hours ago, because she needed some rest and Kathy – Lee and Abby – Sue left with the Russian hottie right after your third waltz” Carolyn answered. “But don't worry, they still love you” she added.
“Very funny” Billie mocked her.
“So, where's Prince Charming?” Carolyn asked.
“He's calling his mom to check on Andy. And his name's Richard, by the way”.
“Speaking of Andy, you put up quite a show saying 'I do' while holding the child” Carolyn observed.
“He was crying” Billie shrugged.
“Yes, he was. And that was the perfect opportunity to let everyone know how you've managed to bound Richard the way no other woman could”.
Billie was stunned. She never expected her best friend to talk like that, or to assume that she had tricked Richard into marrying her. She took a deep breath trying to calm down when she felt a hand on her shoulder and Richard sat down next to her.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yeah ...”
“You look quite pale if you ask me” Damien said crashing in a chair across the table a glass of champagne in his hand. “Weather it is the dancing or you've got morning sickness seeing as it is morning already” he continued checking his watch, then laughing madly at his own joke.
Richard gave him a warningly look while Billie blushed.
“Oooh! I got it right didn't I? You knocked her up” Damien went on oblivious to Richards glares and Billie's shocked look. “Is that why you had to marry her? Oh, wait, I forgot, there's already a little rugrat in the picture ...”
Billie couldn't listen anymore. She stood and stormed out of the hall.
“What did I say?” Damien asked, alcohol obviously keeping him from thinking straight.
“Rae!” Richard called but she was already gone.
“I'll go talk to her” Carolyn said standing up ready to follow her.
“No” Richard refused her offer “You've said enough yourself” he said bitterly. “I'll go. She's my wife.”
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He looked for her everywhere but she was nowhere to be found. He panicked for a second, then he remembered. There was one place he was sure he would find her. He entered the honeymoon suite, where they were supposed to spend their first night as a married couple before leaving for Greece for five days. He found her watching Andy sleep peacefully in his baby cot.
“I sent your mother home” she said acknowledging his presence.
“Rae ...” he called placing his hand on top of hers “I'm sorry”.
“It's okay, he's drunk” she said avoiding his gaze.
“But Carolyn isn't” he observed.
“You heard her?” she asked this time looking at him.
“Yeah”. He wrapped his arms around her. “You didn't tell her about Andy ...” he said.
“No” Billie admitted “She was in Scotland for a year and we haven't talked much. I only told her that we were getting married and we wanted her to be our son's godmother. She assumed Andy was ours and I let her believe that ...”
“Andy is ours” he said shrugging. “And I haven't told Damien either” he confessed.
“But he's your best friend ...” she said.
“You are my best friend” he said and kissed her. “And the mother of my child” he kissed her again. “And my beautiful wife. Now do you think Andy would mind me borrowing his mommy for, um … the wedding night?” he whispered kissing her neck and jaw line.
“I … I think he would be okay with that ...” she said swallowing hard.
“Is his mommy okay with that, too?” he asked between kisses.
“Mmmm …” was all he got from her.
“I'll take that as a 'yes'” he chuckled and scooped her in his arms and carried her to the king sized bed in the other bedroom.

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