Way Wedding

The Difference Between Heaven, and Haven is the Company You Keep.

The sun peered through the windows, and open french doors. The smell of summer combating the smell of the french toast and coffee that I was making for my family. A sentiment that still didn't really feel real. I remembered the day that Bandit was born, and if you had told me even a year ago that I would be here living where I love, near or with everyone that I loved, and got to call Bandit my daughter I would have probably decked you straight in the jaw. This little family was my everything, and I knew that deep within my heart that I would fight anything from the devil, to my demons to make this all stay just as perfect as it was. Lily and Cherry were old enough to really place the questions of why mommy and daddy weren't living together any longer, and Bandit had battled her own share of pain in the sudden cross country move along with the sudden absence of Lindsay. Something that if I had placed logic ahead of my passion, and love all gathered with lust I would have readied myself for. Regardless, Gerard had gotten her a therapist that she thought was just a cool friend that came over once a week, played dolls or dressed up for tea parties with her and they talked. It had helped a lot, and within a few weeks she settled nicely into her new home enjoying the fact that I always let her help me cook, and that there was never a lack of playmates around. Jamia and the kids still came around, and my large congregation of dogs had been split between both houses that dwelled only two blocks apart from one another.  Together Jamia and I had decided to privately deal with custody, and allow the kids to choose where they wanted to stay whenever they wished. Leaving Miles camped out poolside, or sitting on a barstool while Bandit and I cooked, as she tried over and over again obsessively to show him how to color inside of the lines while absorbing every cooking lesson I gave her. Their conversations ranging from hilarious, to a carbon copy of some of the ones Gerard and I had. The little parts of him shining through her making the impossible entirely a reality as I loved her more and more with every day that passed. Her bright face aligning itself beside my biological children and completely erasing the lack of actual DNA ties. Lily and Cherry tried over and over again to talk Bandit out of capes and into princess dresses but she held her ground running around in one of Gerard or my shirts as her own version of a dress, and one of her many capes cascading behind her. Everything was perfect, well as perfect as reality could get. Lindsay still called at odd times during the night, and insisted on flying out outside of her scheduled visits in which I had to talk gerard out of snapping completely. Only to allow a side of him that I had only seen a few times even after all these years together. I assured him that she just missed her daughter, and to encourage her to move out here, or even try calling more often at a normal hour to talk to Bandit. Gerard found a therapist through the same practice that he had found Bandit's, and they put him back on some medication to help his erratic sleeping habits and loss of interest in some things that concerned both of us. With that, I found him many of a mornings poking at the small area of his midsection that began to fill back out, and all I could do was wrap my arms around his waist and coat his neck in kisses hoping to make him feel better, loved, beautiful. Because if he could only see the perfection I saw he'd know why I couldn't wait for the children to go to bed or go home each night so I got to peel him out of his clothes and shower him in the affection he deserved. Our fight for dominance fading, and our life calming into gentle waves that surrounded us into hours of making love. Don't get me wrong we still threw each other around, and down nails scraping down skin, mouths parting in masochistic ecstasy. We were just older, wiser, and knew that it didn't have to be a power play just for it to be hot. It was just as amazing to kiss each other's lips both of our hips rubbing together making one of us spill out into the other. 

"Eat up, munchkins." I smiled sliding a plate in front of each of the four children lined on barstools chattering. Washing the powdered sugar off my fingers I filled Gerard's white coffee mug with black coffee and pressed a kiss against each of the kid's heads as I walked up the stairs toward Gerard and I's bedroom hoping I didn't have to tear him out of bed to go wedding shopping this morning. Every single person under this roof needed something decent to wear, and I wanted to order my wedding present to him as soon as possible to avoid the rush charge. As I turned the corner off of the stairs I heard the bathroom faucet shut off making sigh in relief. My lazy bum of a fiance had finally peeled himself out of our oversized wrecked bed from last night's session complete with the cuffs still hung on the headboard. The deep purple fitted sheet rumpled up and off of the top right corner of the bed. Making my cheeks turn bright red and gently burn, as I remembered the whining mess I had been underneath his rough hands. "Coffee, my love?" I smiled not needing to ask the question but trying not to startle him as he ran his blue electric tooth brush over his teeth. Spitting into the sink his face turned to mine, white bubbly toothpaste bubbling out of and down his face on both sides of his smiling mouth making me burst into laughter. "Oh baby, if you wanted a mouthful all you had to do was ask." I taunted him sitting his coffee down and wiping the mess off of his reddened face.