Sweet Revenge
Chapter Sixteen
Sarah was nervous. The butterflies in her stomach wouldn’t let up, creating a nauseous sensation that was far from pleasant. She knew she shouldn’t be so nervous, what they were about to do was only a natural step in the next direction. It was what she wanted.
Sarah had always imagined her wedding day as a child. Not in major detail, but she thought about the dress, having her friends and family there to witness the next step in her life. She wanted a ceremony in her parents’ back garden, personal and intimate. She imagined having her father walking her down the aisle, his eyes filled with unshed tears and pride as he gave her away.
“Are you alright?” Michael’s voice was low, bringing her back to the present.
They were in the courthouse. She was wearing a white dress, he was in a nice shirt and dress trousers. She could see the shape of the rings in his shirt pocket, their wedding rings that would symbolise their commitment.
“Yeah, just...thinking.”
She knew it was the wrong thing to say when she saw his eyes darken, his little smile faltered and turned into a stern line.
“Having cold feet?”
“No,” she rushed to placate him, “I was just thinking about…them,” she never used the words parents in front of him.
Michael visibly relaxed, the small smile coming back to his handsome face.
“I know this isn’t the kind of day you imagine for a wedding day. If I could make your parents see reason, I would. Who knows, maybe in a few years, if they come to their senses, we can have a ceremony then, the whole works. But, for now, all that matters is that we want to be together, forever. Isn’t that the important thing?”
His words made her feel better, gave her a sense of hope that maybe one day her parents would come around and apologise for the way they had cut her out of their lives so cruelly. She smiled, feeling a surge of love for the man standing in front of her.
They had their ups and down. Sometimes, he downright scared her when he got into one of his moods, and on a couple of occasions he had raised his hands to her in anger. That had been her fault, though. She knew he hated it when she challenged him, but she did it anyway. She pushed him to breaking point. He always apologized, though, and bought her flowers after it happened. He promised it wouldn’t happen again, but that she had to try and not push him to his breaking point too. When things were good, though, he was the best in the world. His smile still gave her butterflies. When he hugged her, it was the only place she could ever imagine herself being in. He still left her little post it notes when he left for work in the morning, and always gave her a kiss after she made them dinner, as his way of saying thank you. His hazel eyes still looked at her with love and warmth, when they weren’t angry with her. The sex was still pretty amazing too.
The down moments were surely just growing pains from getting used to living with each other. No one was perfect. She knew he was right to be angry when he came home from a day of work and saw that dinner wasn’t ready yet. She deserved the glare she received and the silent treatment that ensued. She was still learning how to get her timing right. When he found a speck of dust somewhere, and asked ‘What exactly were you doing all day?’, she felt ashamed of herself for not having their house perfect. His standard of cleanliness was more critical than hers. She couldn’t blame him for having a higher sex drive than her, she needed to learn to just let him have his way, if it made him happy. He told her he didn’t want to have to look elsewhere to get his needs met - it was her fault if she couldn’t keep up with him. She had gotten better at letting him be in control of their physical relationship. It made life easier to just let him have what he wanted. It wasn’t as though she didn’t enjoy it when they got into it.
She still hadn’t found a decent job yet, but he took care of them financially. He paid all the bills, which ate up most of their money. But he gave her a little allowance every week, nothing much. He didn’t want her to spend money on stupid things, so she just had enough to buy the groceries. All he asked in return was that she kept the house clean and had food ready for him.
“You’re right. It’s us against the world, right?” she smiled, the butterflies calming slightly.
“Exactly. Never forget that. Nobody can keep us apart, and this is just our way of proving it to the world.” his words were comforting, and so full of passion. He believed in what he was saying, she knew that for certain.
They were next in line to go into the registrar’s office. Sure, getting married in city hall wasn’t what she imagined, but when they were called to go in next, she felt no doubt in her mind that she had all that she wanted. Michael was a good man, and she was lucky to be able to claim him as her own. He was all she ever needed.
Minutes later, they walked out of the office, officially husband and wife.
“I love you,” he declared when they walked outside the building.
“I love you too,” she giggled.
“I was thinking that we should do something special to celebrate.” There was mischief in his eyes.
“Like what?”
“Well, is there a better way to celebrate the beginning of the rest of our lives together than getting matching tattoos?”
She stalled. She wasn’t anti-tattoos, per se, but she never wanted one herself. She shuddered at the idea of the pain. But she saw how much he wanted it. His eyes were so hopeful, pleading with her to do it for him.
“Okay, let’s do it.”
He led them to the tattoo parlour, told them what he wanted. It was nothing original, just a matching heart tattoo with ‘M+S’ and the date inside the heart, which they got on their wrists. They held hands as they got it done, smiling through the pain, and let the adrenaline took over.
She couldn’t stop staring at the tattoo as they left the parlour, the giddy feeling never fading as they made their way home, and began life as husband and wife.
Sarah had always imagined her wedding day as a child. Not in major detail, but she thought about the dress, having her friends and family there to witness the next step in her life. She wanted a ceremony in her parents’ back garden, personal and intimate. She imagined having her father walking her down the aisle, his eyes filled with unshed tears and pride as he gave her away.
“Are you alright?” Michael’s voice was low, bringing her back to the present.
They were in the courthouse. She was wearing a white dress, he was in a nice shirt and dress trousers. She could see the shape of the rings in his shirt pocket, their wedding rings that would symbolise their commitment.
“Yeah, just...thinking.”
She knew it was the wrong thing to say when she saw his eyes darken, his little smile faltered and turned into a stern line.
“Having cold feet?”
“No,” she rushed to placate him, “I was just thinking about…them,” she never used the words parents in front of him.
Michael visibly relaxed, the small smile coming back to his handsome face.
“I know this isn’t the kind of day you imagine for a wedding day. If I could make your parents see reason, I would. Who knows, maybe in a few years, if they come to their senses, we can have a ceremony then, the whole works. But, for now, all that matters is that we want to be together, forever. Isn’t that the important thing?”
His words made her feel better, gave her a sense of hope that maybe one day her parents would come around and apologise for the way they had cut her out of their lives so cruelly. She smiled, feeling a surge of love for the man standing in front of her.
They had their ups and down. Sometimes, he downright scared her when he got into one of his moods, and on a couple of occasions he had raised his hands to her in anger. That had been her fault, though. She knew he hated it when she challenged him, but she did it anyway. She pushed him to breaking point. He always apologized, though, and bought her flowers after it happened. He promised it wouldn’t happen again, but that she had to try and not push him to his breaking point too. When things were good, though, he was the best in the world. His smile still gave her butterflies. When he hugged her, it was the only place she could ever imagine herself being in. He still left her little post it notes when he left for work in the morning, and always gave her a kiss after she made them dinner, as his way of saying thank you. His hazel eyes still looked at her with love and warmth, when they weren’t angry with her. The sex was still pretty amazing too.
The down moments were surely just growing pains from getting used to living with each other. No one was perfect. She knew he was right to be angry when he came home from a day of work and saw that dinner wasn’t ready yet. She deserved the glare she received and the silent treatment that ensued. She was still learning how to get her timing right. When he found a speck of dust somewhere, and asked ‘What exactly were you doing all day?’, she felt ashamed of herself for not having their house perfect. His standard of cleanliness was more critical than hers. She couldn’t blame him for having a higher sex drive than her, she needed to learn to just let him have his way, if it made him happy. He told her he didn’t want to have to look elsewhere to get his needs met - it was her fault if she couldn’t keep up with him. She had gotten better at letting him be in control of their physical relationship. It made life easier to just let him have what he wanted. It wasn’t as though she didn’t enjoy it when they got into it.
She still hadn’t found a decent job yet, but he took care of them financially. He paid all the bills, which ate up most of their money. But he gave her a little allowance every week, nothing much. He didn’t want her to spend money on stupid things, so she just had enough to buy the groceries. All he asked in return was that she kept the house clean and had food ready for him.
“You’re right. It’s us against the world, right?” she smiled, the butterflies calming slightly.
“Exactly. Never forget that. Nobody can keep us apart, and this is just our way of proving it to the world.” his words were comforting, and so full of passion. He believed in what he was saying, she knew that for certain.
They were next in line to go into the registrar’s office. Sure, getting married in city hall wasn’t what she imagined, but when they were called to go in next, she felt no doubt in her mind that she had all that she wanted. Michael was a good man, and she was lucky to be able to claim him as her own. He was all she ever needed.
Minutes later, they walked out of the office, officially husband and wife.
“I love you,” he declared when they walked outside the building.
“I love you too,” she giggled.
“I was thinking that we should do something special to celebrate.” There was mischief in his eyes.
“Like what?”
“Well, is there a better way to celebrate the beginning of the rest of our lives together than getting matching tattoos?”
She stalled. She wasn’t anti-tattoos, per se, but she never wanted one herself. She shuddered at the idea of the pain. But she saw how much he wanted it. His eyes were so hopeful, pleading with her to do it for him.
“Okay, let’s do it.”
He led them to the tattoo parlour, told them what he wanted. It was nothing original, just a matching heart tattoo with ‘M+S’ and the date inside the heart, which they got on their wrists. They held hands as they got it done, smiling through the pain, and let the adrenaline took over.
She couldn’t stop staring at the tattoo as they left the parlour, the giddy feeling never fading as they made their way home, and began life as husband and wife.
Notes
So, long time no update. I apologise to everyone who was reading this story, or indeed any of my stories. For the last while, I had a serious case of writer's block and I pretty much hated what I wrote when I tried to make myself write. But, last week, I was able to write and actually like what I had written. I hope this continues. To anyone who was reading this before and has come back, thank you for being an amazing reader.
I always fall inlove with thr storys that havent been updated in years :(
11/23/18