It takes TWO

Prologue

Natasha looked at herself in the mirror. Finally her dream of becoming a much appreciated wife was about to come true. She had found the perfect man who treated her like a queen. To her Trevor was a miracle to a life she was destitute to have. She'd been struggling her whole life to make ends meet then just like a knight in shining armor he swept her off her feet and promised to love, protect and take care of her. Being an only child of an abused woman who found comfort in drugs and warming other's beds she had promised herself that she would make it her mission to not end up like her mother. So she ran from the only life she knew for a fresh start. The odds were against her as time and time again she found herself starved and entertaining the thought of lying on her back.

How thankful she was to God for giving her someone like Trevor. A man worth his word. He had helped her at first with just food and a place to stay. While working as his maid and going to school at the age of 20 she found herself falling in love with him, nine years her senior. He even took her to school to get her degree in Fashion Design.
At first he didn't show any interest in her but then things changed. She blushed at the mere thought of the first time he kissed her. It had been like a dream, one she didn't want to wake up in. She had clung to him as hard as he held her and sooner found herself on her back but with the man she loved. He showed her that intimacy between a couple was something to enjoy and not obligation. His touch left a scorching trail of fire to her skin and messed up with her mind. She loved it when he touched her, became one with her while whispering sweet nothings in the moment of sizzling passion. The sound of his raspy voice and the quickening of his breathe when he lost control. He always liked it hard and fast but she never complained.
She never ever complained because to her it was just perfect. The only way she knew and how it proved their love for one another . After all he was her first and now the man she was about to marry.

" It's time." said her closest friend and maid of honor Fiona. They met in varsity and  lucky enough to be room mates. She was taking Fashion Design while Fiona was in  the accounting field. The best friend that she never thought she would have in her entire life. Fiona was an angel in disguise, she helped her learn how to open up to the world once again and to enjoy yourself without the fear of it all vanishing into thin air.

"You look beautiful." teared up Fiona

"I feel beautiful." she said avoiding looking at her friend because she knew that she would burst into tears if she saw her Fiona's tears.

"It's okay to cry, tears of joy bunny. You've suffered so much and now you're being rewarded. Be happy and stop running away from your fears okay." Natasha nodded her head in understanding and dared to look at her beautiful Indian friend and the tears came with no warning. She was sad that she would be leaving her friend alone but she was happy that she would be marrying the man she loved.

"And stop worrying about my feisty beautiful Indian ass...I'm going to be just fine."

"Why? I worry about leaving you alone."

" I didn't want to to tell you this because it's your day but George proposed yesterday and I said... Yes!" she screamed and nothing would have stopped Natasha from joining in. Out of all people Fiona deserved to be happy. They hugged each other. Holding tightly for dear life and trying their best not ruin their makeup.

" Okay okay...enough with the sobbing and let's get you down the aisle towards the love of your life."

"Can you say that without the scowling?" joked Natasha

"You know I don't like that white boy."

"I never figured out why?"

"That doesn't matter. All you have to worry about now is not tripping and falling on your ass."

"...cause you sure would laugh right."

"As if I'm watching Trevor Noah bashing our races." they laughed

The looked at their reflection in the mirror and saw how happy they were. How they were glowing and how life had given them something magnificent to claim as their own. The love of their men.

Fiona walked out of the room with Natasha right behind her. They hugged before Fiona walked down the aisle in her lavender chiffon long dress as the Maid of honor. It was the first time in a while when she actually thought of her father and how he would have loved to walk her down the aisle but he died in action and she was always so proud of him for fighting and protecting the nation. He was a cop, husband, brother and father that she was immensely proud of. She looked to the sky and thanked him for all the times they spent together and all the wonderful memories he left her. Even though her parents were not married, he was a wonderful father...

"It's your turn now." the wedding planner Jessica brought her out of her thoughts. She smiled and walked her towards the entrance. The doors opened and all eyes were on her. She had never felt this ever in her life and she kept thinking and hoping that she doesn't fall and ruin her beautiful dress that fits her like a glove. She raised her head towards the alter and saw the smiling face of her dear Trevor and everything around them seemed to just blur out. Her main focus on him and his on her. She felt loved and desired. And for as long as she remembered all she ever wanted was for someone to treat her the way a queen deserved to be treated after all that's what he promised her. With that in mind she said " I do." and became Mrs van Jensen.