My Dream Marriage

Epilogue

“By the power vested upon me, I pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest announces and I look up at my husband, Brian Aniston who looks charming in his grey suit. “You are so beautiful Mrs Aniston,” he murmurs as he brings his lips closer to mine and kisses me. The crowd cheers as the camera’s flash at us. Azila might have called the entire journalism fraternity here.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Back at you Mr Aniston.” I say and he takes my hand and leads me out of the chapel. We are taking some photos but Aniston seems unsettled. “Where is my son?” He asks as he searches the crowd. “Sara has him, she must be somewhere out here. You miss him already?” “Yes, maybe he wants to feed and I don’t know if Sara knows that,” he says. “He is fine, don’t worry. There she comes,” I point towards he as she saunters towards us.

Miguel is now seven months old and his appearance is nothing like me. He more looks like my father and I literally thanked God when he didn’t have any feature from that family which I don’t talk about. His hair is my mother’s and most of his features are my father’s except for his lips that I don’t know whose I took after.

“My boy,” Aniston says as he takes him from Sara. We take more photos with him before proceeding to the reception. We have decided not to go on a honeymoon before Miguel turns one and it will be when he is no longer breastfeeding and has learnt to sleep entirely on his own. Right now, most of the time we have to stay with him in our bedroom until he sleeps and that is when the nanny takes him to his bedroom.

“Why aren’t you having an after party?” Jackie asks me. “After party’s are a scam, moreover, we have done the main part so I don’t need that. The wedding was more important.” I say and she smiles. She is more chubby after getting married and I am sure her husband’s family cherish her just like her husband does. They did get married three months later after she gave birth to her twins. Azila is also engaged to Earnest but they haven’t set a date for their wedding.

I have started writing my books and I already have one of them published. It has received a lot of support from book lovers and with Aniston’s influence my book is doing well out there. I plan to do more books in the future after I let all of my business I got after the court ruling be run under my husband’s company.

“Where are you going for your honeymoon?” She asks. “I am sure Aniston hasn’t planned about that yet,” I say and she chuckles. “Anyway, we planned to go after Migo turns one. That is when I am sure Aniston will be ready to plan,” I say and she leaves to go and tend to her little girl. Aniston turns to me. “Why baby? You miss me when I am even right beside you?” “You have no idea,” I say batting my eyelashes. “Neera, can we go home? We have already cut the cake and I am getting bored here,” he says making me smile. “I have never heard of a groom getting bored in their own wedding,” I say. “I am unique you know. A man of many out of this world talents.” “You sure are Mr. Aniston.”

“On a serious note though, can we leave? Besides, my son isn’t used to these kinds of places,” he says completely winning over this. “You are right.”

“Azila, we are leaving now,” I inform her and she nods. “Okay then, since everyone has made himself known then there is no need to stay.” She goes to inform the MC then she makes her speech as the best lady before Earnest makes his as the best man. We thank everyone and leave.

Miguel is fast asleep when we get home and Aniston puts him to sleep in his baby crib. “He looks so peaceful,” I say because he tends to be stubborn when it is me putting him to sleep. “Yes, that is great because I have wanted to take you out of that dress ever since you walked into the door of the chapel.” He says and I put my finger on his lips. “Don’t talk like that infront of the baby, it’s bad manners.” He chuckles and holds my waist, “I know just the right place to do that.” He leads me out of the room and closes the door quietly behind him.

When we get to the door of our bedroom and he tries to open it, it is locked from inside. He knocks and Sara opens it but blocks the entrance. “Sara, what is going on?” Aniston asks. “What’s the password?” She asks and I smile knowing exactly what she means. “Are we doing this right now?” He asks exasperated but Sara doesn’t move an inch. “What’s the password?” She asks again. He checks his pockets and luckily he finds his wallet and takes out a few notes from it and gives them to her. “So stingy,” she says but then leaves.

“After you my lady,” he says directing me to enter and then comes in after me. After a few seconds someone locks the door from outside and I know it’s Sara’s doing.

The room is decorated with white and purple flowers with some petals scattered all over the white beddings and the floor. Aniston pulls me close and kisses me deeply before moving back to remove my tiara off my hair. He undoes the pin securing my hair in place and it falls around me and he tucks it behind my ear.

“Turn around,” he says softly and I comply. He undoes the zip and lets the dress fall freely as it is sleeveless. I think that’s why he was talking about talking the dress off me the moment he saw me. I have nothing on underneath except for the lacy pantie that barely hides my privates. “You are so perfect,” he murmurs and cups my boobs with his palms and plants soft kisses across my shoulders. He pinches the nipples and a moan escapes my throat. I can feel one of his hands moving down and he hooks two of his fingers in my pantie and moves it down off my hips. He holds my hand and I step out and he takes the clothes and tosses them on the small couch near the door. He pulls me such that we are facing each other with my nipples poking his toned torso.

“I want you so bad baby,” he breathes fanning my ears and he sucks my earlobe and kisses the back of my ears until the dip of my shoulder and down to my boob. He breathes in and then sucks hard making me hold him for dear life. He then holds me in place and kisses me deeply and intensely as he makes me move backwards until I can feel my legs touching the bed. “I want you here, in my bed and not just today, I need you everyday for the rest of my life because I have waited for too long, baby. I love you so much,” he says gazing deeply in my eyes. “I love you too,” I say and he lifts me and places me on the bed and positions himself between my legs. I know this is just the beginning of a life I had always envisioned for in a marriage, my dream marriage.

[The End]