Something Better

Honour The Plans That Were Made

The newlywed couple made their way through the pathway of well wishing friends and family and ran through to the large marquee that was set up for the wedding feast. Brandon was still shaky with nerves and excitement, he kept on going straight through the tent and back into the garden, onwards up to the porch of the large house.

"You look stunning," Brandon said breathlessly, "Mrs Flowers," he giggled.

"You look so handsome," Martha giggled, "Mr Flowers," she said grinning, "Why are we up here?"

"We are going to have ourselves some good looking kids," Brandon whispered, ignoring her question for the moment, relishing having her to himself before the festivities began. He pulled Martha in closer, wrapping his hands in the fabric of her veil.

"Let's enjoy our wedding day first," Martha whispered back with a smile.

"Well you never know what might happen on our wedding night," Brandon giggled moving in to kiss Martha's neck, inhaling her perfume.

"So, why are we up here?" Martha said, the words catching in her throat as Brandon continued to kiss her neck and jawline.

"I wanted to get you alone, just for a moment," Brandon smiled letting his eyes take her in, "you are so beautiful, your dress is gorgeous."

"Thank you for my necklace," Martha grinned, "I love it so much!" Brandon felt his skin tingle as Martha stroked his face.

"It suits you," Brandon said lifting the little disc with his long forefinger, "I'm glad you got to wear it, it almost wasn't ready!" Brandon smiled, closing his eyes as they kissed more deeply than their first chaste kiss as husband and wife.

They stopped kissing before it went beyond the point of no return, both of them breathing heavily, their eyes full of desire.

"I'm so happy," Brandon said softly as he kissed Martha's forehead, feeling the truth of his words in his soul.

"Me too!" Martha sighed, "I wish we could sneak into this house and not have to do the big party, I just want to be with you and that golden bow tie," Brandon felt his desire spike again as Martha giggled and bit her soft bottom lip.

"Don't," whispered Brandon, "because I know you have delicious underwear on beneath that golden gown."

"We better go back, everyone will be looking for us," Martha said straightening Brandon bow tie.

After the millions of photographs, the meal, Ronnie's speech, during which Brandon held his head in his hands and their first dance, which was not to a Celine Dion song as promised, Brandon was leading Martha up to the stage where the wedding band was performing.

"What are you up to?" Martha spoke leaning into his ear, he felt the excitement build for what was about to happen.

"You'll see," he grinned at her as he took the mic from the singer. "Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention?" Brandon spoke confidently into the microphone. He pulled Martha in close to his side and squeezed her waist to try and reassure her, he knew she was anxious in the spotlight. "Don't worry I'm not going to sing," he continued, ignoring Ronnie's heckling comments."It's time for my wife and I to go," Brandon stopped to laugh at the cheers and lewd whoops of the guests. "Thank you for being part of our special day and please stay and enjoy the party, while we are away, except for you Dave, don't enjoy yourself too much!" Brandon smiled and waved as he held Martha's hand. He was surprised when Martha took the mic from him.

"Just before we go," she said blushing furiously, "any single girls or guys who want to catch my bouquet, get on the dance floor now." Martha laughed as she saw a lot of people gather behind her. Brandon took the mic from her as she got ready to throw her hydrangeas over her head. They locked eyes and grinned at each other.

"No fighting, remember!" Brandon said feeling worried suddenly, "one, two , three, go!"

Brandon smiled as Martha let her flowers sail over her head across the outstretched arms, hoping for that promise of, 'you next'. The bunch of flowers landed in Charles' hands and he beamed, lapping up the attention and applause.

Brandon wrapped his arm protectively around Martha, as they walked off stage. The wedding guests followed them out to Brandon's truck that had had the 'just married' treatment. Brandon felt slightly annoyed at all the tied cans and shaving foam, but his mood softened when he saw Martha's face smiling and laughing.

"Don't be annoyed," She whispered into his ear as she kissed him gently, while he held the door open for her.

"I'm not," he pouted, getting into the driving seat.

"I love you Brandiva Flowers!" Martha smirked wickedly, which made Brandon smile, his eyes shining.

"I suppose that's just as well," Brandon leaned in to kiss her, almost letting himself fall into a deep cavern of no return. When they pulled apart he saw Martha's eyes were dark with desire.

"I love every part of you," She said with a smile.

"Well, I love every bit of you, Mrs Flowers," Brandon smiled back, looking into her big green eyes, "Are you ready to go home?"

Martha nodded and they both waved as Brandon pulled away from the wedding party tooting his horn, the cans clattering as they went.

Brandon smiled to himself as he drove around the block and back to the front of the wedding house. The street was now empty, with only the sounds of the party coming from the garden.

"Why are we back?" Martha asked surprised, looking out of the window and then back to Brandon, who was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

"I forgot something," Brandon smiled, opening the door of his truck and dropping down on to the pavement. He jogged round and opened Martha's door. He was delighted to see her face betrayed signs of annoyance.

"Can't you just go and get it?" Martha whined, "I want to go to bed with my husband," she whispered, sending a rush of blood directly to Brandon's crotch.

"Oh really?!" Brandon laughed as he took her hand and let her out of the truck. He spun her around, pulled her in tightly against his body and then leaned her back against the truck. "I don't want to have an unsatisfied wife on her wedding night, do I?" He said darkly as he bent to kiss her. He felt her need in her urgent kiss.

"Brandon," she moaned, "What are you doing to me?" Martha looked at Brandon with a quizzical look. He smiled and cast his eyes down to his open palm. Sitting there was a large silver key.

"That is not a hotel room key," Martha giggled.

"No it isn't," Brandon laughed, pulling her hand and running up to the front porch of the house and standing at the big wooden door. "I bought this place just before I came to see you in Florence, hoping that one day it would be our family home."

"Brandon," Martha sighed her lip beginning to tremble.

"I've been secretly moving in for about two weeks and yesterday all the furniture from my apartment was put in, so it would be ready for tonight."

"So we got married in our own back garden?" Martha laughed, dabbing at her eyes, "you said the house belonged to someone you know!" She said narrowing her eyes at Brandon.

"I know this guy pretty well," Brandon said smiling as he pointed his long thumb back at himself, "and now it belongs to you as well, and I know you pretty well too," he said with a raised eyebrow.

"You are amazing Brandon, I love you," Martha said tears beginning no to fall.

"Hey," Brandon said wiping her cheeks with his thumb, "I'm going to put a smile on your face, Mrs flowers," Brandon grinned wickedly. He put the key in the door and watched Martha's face with glee as he took in her reaction to the hallway and staircase. "Not so fast," he said as Martha was about to step in, enthralled by the house, "I'm supposed to carry you over the threshold, remember?"

"Husbands are supposed to tell their wives when they move house," Martha squealed out as Brandon lifted her up, her veil fanning out behind them as they crossed into their new home. Brandon and Martha laughed as Brandon kicked the door closed with his foot and carried Martha straight to bed.