Morning Cup

13. D-day, I don't know what time it is, but I'll miss her.

Code D day. D like death. The day I die.
Fuck.

'For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good feeellooooow
Which nobody can deny!'

Hilarity ensues, my stupid teammates have not stopped singing that song for hours.
Congratulations, manly pats on my shoulders, inappropriate jokes about my overfilled sexual life have been raining over me since we have boarded the bombardier.
The aircraft was finally fixed around 4 a.m. and we took off for the search-and-rescue mission at 0530 sharp, at sunrise. Fucking Land of the Rising Sun.
My last mission as a single, poor guy.

Today I'm going to get married to the love of my life, with the blessing of the utmost asshole alive, our dearest Colonel Gessepp.

"So, lucky boy, what is it like to get in Gessepp's good books?" Mac shoves a cigarillo into my mouth.

"Ha ha! You're so high on his list Honey!" Phil laughs.

"Yeah, you should marry him Cup!" Louis jokes.

"Guys, I'd rather have my face buried in between my bride's boobs for eternity than to be dealing with him once again. But hey, he paid for the wedding, what should I do?" I blurt out.

"What the fuck?" Louis shouts in my ears.

Yeah, I still can't believe it myself.
Yesterday, after we had all the wedding stuff ready, which means asking the pastor to marry us, spreading the news to our mates and Jessica and running to my room to have another session of amazing sex, we went back to Gessepp's where I was officially invited for dinner.

I had any flowers for tomorrow, any ring for my bride, any vows in mind, any place to live with her but I didn't care. I wore her blue shirt and our hands were sealed when we knocked at the door.

Jessie kissed my cheek and Gessepp patted my shoulder as they welcomed me in their house and in their family, ahead of schedule.

Dinner was great, I tried my best to behave like the dickhead I was supposed to be, but failed each time my eyes laid on my beautiful fiancée.
I absent mindedly laughed at the awful jokes and macho shit the Colonel hadn't stopped to spit out. All my attention was focused on her and what I would do to her tomorrow. What our life together would be like.
And this was enough to make me hungry.

"So guys, what are your plans for tomorrow? Cup are you going to wear a groom suit or your dress uniform?" Gessepp asked me shoving a full spoon of the dessert in his dirty mouth.

"I'm a soldier, Sir, I'll be honoured to take my vows to God and get married in uniform." I'm so good playing that shit.

"Good boy. Do you know Angelina planned to wear Jessica's wedding dress? It never would fit my wife's huge ass anyway... I know they started to cut and sew it to Angelina's will the day before we had this interview in my office. Deep dip and lace, I hope she won't look much like a whore!" He laughed loudly, still chewing his bite of cake, which was as disgusting as his words.

I almost choked and Angie just dropped her spoon down, the light smile that had been covering her face vanished, tears dangerously threatened to flow down.

"Ah, clumsy girl! What's your problem now?" He angrily said.

"Sorry my Colonel... It... It was supposed to be a surprise. They say it's bad luck if the groom sees his bride's outfit before the wedding..."
She was fighting back her tears, she looked so miserable. Gessepp just smashed her dream, no regard. Bastard.

"Stupid whiner, it's not like he has seen anything." He scolded her.

I grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently, nodding my head.
I bent to place a sweet kiss in her neck, whispering to her ear.