All I Want is You - Part 34
Title: All I Want is You - Part 34
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 991 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
She’s nervous - afraid she’ll trip over her own feet - but also eager to see what’s ahead and so she looks up. Rows and rows of white chairs line the pale sands, filled with relatives she hasn’t seen since she was young and an entire section of relatives she doesn’t think she’s ever had the pleasure of meeting. And Lindsay’s family on the opposite side, all of them seeming to assess her as she passes.
It’s Michael that she notices first, dressed to the nines in a classy tuxedo; drastically different from his usual surfer boy attire of board shorts and graphic tees. The moment she sees Lindsay, the bottom of her long white dress sheer and layered, bunched up in her palms at each side, is just the affirmation she needs. If nothing before sealed the deal, this does the trick. She wears a pastel, floral band in her hair. Auburn locks pour down onto her shoulders angelically. The corner of her mouth turns up into a bashful grin as she catches Samantha’s eye.
They meet beneath a metal arch. Lindsay reaches out and grabs onto Samantha’s pinky finger. “Hey you…” she says quietly, her cheeks flushing.
Samantha mouths a ‘hello’ in return and turns toward the woman officiating the service. Charlotte had discussed with each of them whether they would like to write their own vows, which they decided against. Their feelings for each other far surpassed any combination of words; their future together will speak for itself.
The ceremony passes quickly. Before they know it, the minister is introducing them as a newly married couple to the church, Lindsay opting to take Samantha’s last name as her own.
“You may now kiss the bride,” says the minister, smiling as she looks back and forth between both women. Lindsay leans in, kissing Samantha gently on the mouth. Samantha maintains some resistance; she wants to keep kissing the girl but this is not the time or place. Besides, she’s sure there will be plenty of spoons clanging against glasses during the reception.
Everyone cheers - even family members who were disapproving of their relationship early on - and they follow the freshly married pair out to the front of the church.
All evening, Samantha mingles with her family, tossing glances over her shoulder at Lindsay who is doing much the same. This is our wedding night, she thinks to herself; we should be spending it together, next to each other. But if this is the price she has to pay - one night out of eternity, a roomful of people away from Lindsay - so be it.
Their first dance - “Trouble” by Ray LaMontagne - brings tears to many eyes. It’s true, for both of them - “saved by a woman”. They hold each other closely, Lindsay’s chin resting nestled into Samantha’s neck.
“When can we get out of here?” Lindsay groans, her voice raspier than usual with exhaustion. “Where are we honeymooning to, babe?”
Samantha rests her cheek against Lindsay’s and kisses the girl softly on her shoulder. “I thought maybe Cabo, again. A more private resort this time, though. As funny as those paparazzi look on their dingies…”
Lindsay sighs contentedly and wraps her arms tighter around Samantha’s shoulders. “Let’s just stay there. We’ll come back once in a while to visit.” Samantha chuckles and readjusts her hands against Lindsay’s waist as the girl moves closer.
“Well, I’ll have to make sure I’m back by next week. But our own private island does sound tempting…”
The younger woman grumbles and loosens her grip, staring at Samantha with an unimpressed expression on her tired face. “Why next week? I thought you weren’t going to schedule any gigs for a while. Baby, you promised we could spend some time together.”
Samantha chuckles again and tugs the girl closer, their hips and lips colliding at the same time. “No gigs. Although, I’m going to have to go back to work eventually and save up some money… I’ve got a doctor’s appointment early next week.”
Lindsay looks worried. Her freckled forehead wrinkles as she takes Samantha’s face in her hands. “Is everything okay?”
Grinning, Samantha nods. “More than okay. I just might need some money to pay for in vitro and renovating for the baby’s room and starting a college fund and…” she rambles and then trails off. Lindsay’s eyes light up; her smile illuminates the rest of her flushed face.
“Serious?” She swallows hard and pulls Samantha’s face closer to her own.
Samantha swallows also, a nervous but happy lump forming in her throat. She nods again, reaching around Lindsay’s arms to place her own palms on the girl’s warm cheeks.
“You’re actually doing this. You’re actually going to have a baby,” Lindsay says, her expression incredulous.
So caught up in each other, it takes the girls a moment to realize the room has almost emptied aside from the clean-up crew. Samantha can’t stop smiling.
“Yeah, we are going to have a baby. How fucking cool is that?”
The music stops and the lights come back on. Charlotte appears from inside the kitchen, her sleeves rolled up and yellow dishwashing gloves pulled practically up to her elbows.
“There’s a car waiting outside to take the two of you home. Now get out of here before I have you scrubbing the floors!”
Samantha helps Lindsay into the backseat of the car and leans her head against the girl’s shoulder. She fights away a yawn and knows the moment they get home she will get her second wind.
“Last stop!” yells the driver, jokingly. “Congrats, eh!”
Lindsay walks ahead of Samantha up the front steps, stopping abruptly when the woman grabs her by the wrist and scoops her up in her arms.
“Whoaaa. What are you doing?” Lindsay shouts, looking shocked as Samantha cradles her. The woman is much stronger than her thin frame looks.
“Carrying you over the threshold, wifey. Welcome to the rest of our lives, Mrs. Ronson.”
Hey everyone! Thanks for reading this crazy long saga! Sorry for the lack of updates but my new job has kept me pretty busy as of late. Haven’t decided what’s up next but I’ll be posting something a little different tomorrow. Happy reading!
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 991 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
She’s nervous - afraid she’ll trip over her own feet - but also eager to see what’s ahead and so she looks up. Rows and rows of white chairs line the pale sands, filled with relatives she hasn’t seen since she was young and an entire section of relatives she doesn’t think she’s ever had the pleasure of meeting. And Lindsay’s family on the opposite side, all of them seeming to assess her as she passes.
It’s Michael that she notices first, dressed to the nines in a classy tuxedo; drastically different from his usual surfer boy attire of board shorts and graphic tees. The moment she sees Lindsay, the bottom of her long white dress sheer and layered, bunched up in her palms at each side, is just the affirmation she needs. If nothing before sealed the deal, this does the trick. She wears a pastel, floral band in her hair. Auburn locks pour down onto her shoulders angelically. The corner of her mouth turns up into a bashful grin as she catches Samantha’s eye.
They meet beneath a metal arch. Lindsay reaches out and grabs onto Samantha’s pinky finger. “Hey you…” she says quietly, her cheeks flushing.
Samantha mouths a ‘hello’ in return and turns toward the woman officiating the service. Charlotte had discussed with each of them whether they would like to write their own vows, which they decided against. Their feelings for each other far surpassed any combination of words; their future together will speak for itself.
The ceremony passes quickly. Before they know it, the minister is introducing them as a newly married couple to the church, Lindsay opting to take Samantha’s last name as her own.
“You may now kiss the bride,” says the minister, smiling as she looks back and forth between both women. Lindsay leans in, kissing Samantha gently on the mouth. Samantha maintains some resistance; she wants to keep kissing the girl but this is not the time or place. Besides, she’s sure there will be plenty of spoons clanging against glasses during the reception.
Everyone cheers - even family members who were disapproving of their relationship early on - and they follow the freshly married pair out to the front of the church.
All evening, Samantha mingles with her family, tossing glances over her shoulder at Lindsay who is doing much the same. This is our wedding night, she thinks to herself; we should be spending it together, next to each other. But if this is the price she has to pay - one night out of eternity, a roomful of people away from Lindsay - so be it.
Their first dance - “Trouble” by Ray LaMontagne - brings tears to many eyes. It’s true, for both of them - “saved by a woman”. They hold each other closely, Lindsay’s chin resting nestled into Samantha’s neck.
“When can we get out of here?” Lindsay groans, her voice raspier than usual with exhaustion. “Where are we honeymooning to, babe?”
Samantha rests her cheek against Lindsay’s and kisses the girl softly on her shoulder. “I thought maybe Cabo, again. A more private resort this time, though. As funny as those paparazzi look on their dingies…”
Lindsay sighs contentedly and wraps her arms tighter around Samantha’s shoulders. “Let’s just stay there. We’ll come back once in a while to visit.” Samantha chuckles and readjusts her hands against Lindsay’s waist as the girl moves closer.
“Well, I’ll have to make sure I’m back by next week. But our own private island does sound tempting…”
The younger woman grumbles and loosens her grip, staring at Samantha with an unimpressed expression on her tired face. “Why next week? I thought you weren’t going to schedule any gigs for a while. Baby, you promised we could spend some time together.”
Samantha chuckles again and tugs the girl closer, their hips and lips colliding at the same time. “No gigs. Although, I’m going to have to go back to work eventually and save up some money… I’ve got a doctor’s appointment early next week.”
Lindsay looks worried. Her freckled forehead wrinkles as she takes Samantha’s face in her hands. “Is everything okay?”
Grinning, Samantha nods. “More than okay. I just might need some money to pay for in vitro and renovating for the baby’s room and starting a college fund and…” she rambles and then trails off. Lindsay’s eyes light up; her smile illuminates the rest of her flushed face.
“Serious?” She swallows hard and pulls Samantha’s face closer to her own.
Samantha swallows also, a nervous but happy lump forming in her throat. She nods again, reaching around Lindsay’s arms to place her own palms on the girl’s warm cheeks.
“You’re actually doing this. You’re actually going to have a baby,” Lindsay says, her expression incredulous.
So caught up in each other, it takes the girls a moment to realize the room has almost emptied aside from the clean-up crew. Samantha can’t stop smiling.
“Yeah, we are going to have a baby. How fucking cool is that?”
The music stops and the lights come back on. Charlotte appears from inside the kitchen, her sleeves rolled up and yellow dishwashing gloves pulled practically up to her elbows.
“There’s a car waiting outside to take the two of you home. Now get out of here before I have you scrubbing the floors!”
Samantha helps Lindsay into the backseat of the car and leans her head against the girl’s shoulder. She fights away a yawn and knows the moment they get home she will get her second wind.
“Last stop!” yells the driver, jokingly. “Congrats, eh!”
Lindsay walks ahead of Samantha up the front steps, stopping abruptly when the woman grabs her by the wrist and scoops her up in her arms.
“Whoaaa. What are you doing?” Lindsay shouts, looking shocked as Samantha cradles her. The woman is much stronger than her thin frame looks.
“Carrying you over the threshold, wifey. Welcome to the rest of our lives, Mrs. Ronson.”
Hey everyone! Thanks for reading this crazy long saga! Sorry for the lack of updates but my new job has kept me pretty busy as of late. Haven’t decided what’s up next but I’ll be posting something a little different tomorrow. Happy reading!