My Wife

7

The party was slowly coming to an end and everyone began going back to their hotel rooms. Along with Callum, Winona, and Wrenley. Callum as confused as ever.

He said his goodbyes and thank yous as everyone was leaving, and shook hands and hugged with people he had never spoken to in his life. He was physically and mentally very tired.

He ended up getting caught in a conversation with a very drunk Uncle Harold who told him to take advantage of his youth, and never leave anything unfinished. "Because why in the world wouldn't you finish your lunch? Huh?" then he had passed out into his wife's arms who apologized profusely for her husband odd drunken behaviour.

He was lying in bed with Wrenley snoring softly by his side, thinking about one girl and one girl only. He couldn't bring himself to go to sleep. He wanted...no he needed answers. So he got up out of bed, and went to find them.

He crept out of his hotel room and made his way down the hall towards Winona's room, as the groom he had been entrusted with the room numbers of all the guests. He walked up to the door slowly and knocked after taking a quick breath. After a short wait, he heard a voice mumble a quick 'I'm coming' before the door opened and revealed a very tired looking Winona. He smiled softly at her state before remembering why he was here. "Huh? What are you doing he-"

Before she could finish, he walked forward towards her and into the room, kicking the door shut with his foot as he grabbed her waist and pulled her into him. She tried moving back, confused at where this was coming from, when her back met the wall behind her. "What are you..." she started to ask, but he began to speak before she could continue. "It was you wasn't it?" she scrunched her eyebrows together and looked at him bewildered. He took this as an invitation to explain.

"The one that I married, you switched places with Wrenley, that has to be it." Her eyes widened and she tried to push her off of him, but he wouldn't budge. "I-I don't know what you mea-" she tried to talk, "Your voice, your laugh, your damn perfume," he grabbed her hands, "your touch at the alter. It was all you, I know it was." She stuttered trying to respond but he spoke first, "But there's only one way to be sure," with that he began to lean in, and Winona hated herself for it, but she couldn't bring herself to stop him. He brushed his lips against her gently, licking her lips silently asking for permission. She nodded softly.

He smashed his lips against hers and they met in a powerful kiss. He pulled her closer by the waist, and she tangled her hands in his hair. She lost herself in the kiss. His soft lips against hers, his warm tongue parting her lips and claiming her as his own. Suddenly, she felt a huge wave of guilt sweep over her as she thought of her family and what they would think if they saw her now. Locking lips with her sister's husband. She pushed him away with all the force in her body, and shuddered lightly touching her lips with the tips of her fingers.

"W-We can't do this, you're married!" She exclaimed, her voice growing more frantic by the second. "So what? I'm not allowed to kiss my own wife?" He raised an eyebrow at her and she just rolled her eyes in reply, "For the last time, I was pretending to be Wrenley," but he just shook his head at that.

"But you forget sweetheart," he smirked, "You were the Ms W. Fraser to whom I was engaged, and you were the Ms W. Fraser that held my hands at the alter as we said our 'I do's and kissed as husband and wife; that too with over a hundred witnesses. You were the one I talked to about all her MCU theories. You were the Ms W. Fraser that I had my first married dance with, and you were the one who kissed me, quite passionately might I add, afterwards. So technically, and legally, my darling Win...you are My Wife."