I was speechless. First, I was living a dream of the cruise that I had wanted for so long, second, my son just rescued me, third we were getting married????
“Oh… Oh… Ohhh… I think it is tomorrow. Noon at the… Shoot I am glad I wrote it down.” I flustered.
“Now that is one nervous bride, isn’t she?” observed Joy, the female of the couple with whom we were chatting. “Well, let us know if you need any witnesses”, said the smiling gentleman. “We are here for our second honeymoon. Hope we have as much fun as you will.”
Then Joy came to me and softly whispered, “He is a good-looking young man. If he is too much for you give me a call. Bill poops out pretty fast these days.”
My cheeks flamed red, but her smile and giggle suddenly broke through my embarrassment and I started to laugh. Roy put his arms around me and laughed with us as well.
We found our stateroom and the first thing I noticed was that it only had one bed. The second thing I noticed was that it wasn’t even a queen bed. It was a double bed. “OHHHH shit”, I thought to myself as I felt Roy wrap his arms around me from behind. “We will be ok mom… Anna. We can do this.” He held me firmly.
As he held me, I admitted to myself for the first time ever, that he didn’t understand how I felt about him. A week ago, I couldn’t have slept with him, I couldn’t have married him, I couldn’t even have had a wedding night with him.
But now, something had changed. I felt something in me that I hadn’t felt since maybe three years after Eric and I were married. And I felt it with my son.
Chapter four: Honeymoon Surprise Wedding
Roy:
I wanted to kill the son-of-a-bitch. Dammit. I wanted him dead. And I wanted to mop up his blood with his girlfriend’s hair. How dare he hurt my mother like he did!! After I threw him and his whore out the front door of our home, I told him flat out that he would not ever be able to walk again if he showed up at the house when me or mom were around. Then I told him I would hunt him down if he took something that didn’t belong to him out of the house.
After I said that he went to hit me, but I stopped his hand, grabbed him by the throat and softly explained, “Dad, you blew it. I am going to take care of mom now and if you want to mix it up with me, trust me, I fight dirty and you will have several broken bones.”
His fight suddenly left him. He had been paying for me to go to kickboxing classes for the last twelve years. The last twelve months I had been undefeated after ten fights before I quit. It just wasn’t for me. My Dad left after that without another word.
I knew my mom better than anyone knew her. She was my mom, after all. I knew what this cruise meant to her; it was her lifelong dream. I held my mom most of the night. It was after three in the morning before she fell asleep. I cleaned the dining room and kitchen. I took all the food out to the trash cans. I knew if she had seen it then she would start to cry again.
After I had everything cleaned up, I went back upstairs and cuddled my mom again. I put my arms around her to hold her. I wanted her to know that I had her back, and that I would be there for her always.
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