My Lighthouse

Wedding day - 1

Gillian tightened the ribbons on Millie's dress, while looking at her with love in her eyes. "Isn't she adorable?" Gillian said softly. Two weeks ago Shane had asked Gillian to marry him too and since then, she saw cute babies and children everywhere. Sheila grinned, when she recognized the typical look in her friend's eyes, "Hé girlfriend, first focus on your wedding bells next year and then the rest, okay?" "Yeah, you can practice first before you're going for the real work" Gina laughed at her. "Ladies!" Christie blushed when she heard the friends talk slightly naughty to each other. "We have to focus on something else today." "Sorry mum" Sheila smiled and kissed her on her cheek. "Jodi! Sheila's hair is ready now isn't she?" "Well almost Christie." "She can put on her dress now and then we finish it off" Jodi answered from the back of the room, where she instructed the hairdresser how to do Millie's hair. "Okay sweetheart, are you ready?" Gillian asked softly and squeezed Sheila's hand. She nodded while taking a deep breath. "More than ever" she whispered. Gillian took the clothing bag from the chair and walked together with Sheila into the bedroom.

Mark looked in the mirror, while his mother stood in front of him, straightening his bow tie. He noticed his mother staring at him and her hands were a bit shaky. "What's wrong mum?" He asked with a soft tone of voice. Marie put her warm hand against his face, while tears came in her eyes. "My sweet oldest boy, is going to get married today....." Marie silenced and shook her head. "I still see you wandering around in our peddling pool in the garden in your cute naked butt." and Marie tapped him on his bottom. "Oh mum please!" Mark said as if he was shocked.

"There has been some small changes along the way" he said smiling and thought about his successful music career with his buddies of Westlife. His mother looked seriously when she whispered, "I hope God will give you everything you want from marriage sweetheart" Mark looked aside at his mother and Marie saw his eyes shine like never before. "With Sheila I always will mum. With or without children." His mother blushed, because that's what she meant, though was afraid to say. "And otherwise we will leant Millie some more. Collin was so disappointed when we brought her back" Mark laughed as he blinked at his brother. Through the mirror he could see Collin, who remembered those two days better than the whole year. "Oh yes, be my guest," he smiled and Marie hit Mark against his shoulder. "You boys are awful! I didn't raise you like this!" Oliver, who sat in an impressive large leather armchair listening to his boys teasing on each other and laughed softly. "But I did," he answered smiling. "Oh please! You men!" Marie said out loud and acted as if she mind, the way her boys were talking and exchanging naughty looks at each other. But in her heart she didn't love anything as much as her family with all men.

"Okay, I am ready" Mark said nervously and looked in the mirror just one more time. He was wearing a beautiful Armani tuxedo, which consisted of a tailored jacket, a white blouse - which was the only clue to Sheila's dress - a black wrought gilet, black trousers and black lacquer shoes. Sheila told him once, nothing turned her on more, than men in a good tailor made tuxedo. He closed his eyes and fantasized how passionate she could respond, when she was turned on like that and immediately understood he had to stop thinking about her that way. She always knew how the get to him. Even her gaze could put his body on fire, to cool down in just one way possible.

"I hope she doesn't look to good" he whispered at his image in the mirror when he noticed the response of his body to his thoughts. "Oh don't you worry about that" Marie answered sweetly, not knowing what her son was thinking and smiled at him. "Come on sweetie, we have to go"

Sheila took a deep breath. "Okay, I am ready" she almost whispered. She hugged Christie for the last time, took Millie by the hand, while all the other ladies walked down into the impressive hallway of the Ashford Castle. It had been a present from Mark to her, because he wanted nothing than the best for his bride. She deserved one of the most beautiful wedding locations of Ireland and looking at the beautiful Christmas decorated stairway, Mark was glad he did. The music started and on top of the stairs Mark saw little Millie in a beautiful white dress, looking proudly at all the guests present. In her hair she wore little daisies which made her look like an angel. The 'oohs' and the 'aaahs' she thankfully excepted and Mark walked up the stairs till halfway to give her his hand and with tears in his eyes he walked down with her, after he first told her how beautiful she looked. He hugged her intensely and then gave her to his mother.