Unexplainable [Original Version]

[chapter ninety: "married life"]

Chapter 90: "Married Life"
Jolene Nash's POV

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The wind blowing across my face as I look out at the ocean brings a smile to my lips. My hair is flying in several different directions, but that doesn't bother me all that much; after all, the sun just rose. It's way too early for me to worry about simple little things like this.

Kev and I are staying at this little cottage for the next couple of days, just to enjoy some time to ourselves. I mean, fuck, we just got married yesterday! We don't have to rush into any adventures just yet.

God, that's such a weird thing to say. Kev and I are married. Hitched. We tied that fuckin' knot.

I walk over to my nightstand so that I can grab my cigarettes and my lighter. Kev's snoring away, and I really just have to stare at him for a minute. Is that weird, to just watch as someone sleeps? Fuck it, I don't care.

My husband is one handsome man. Just looking at him now, I can feel my heart flutter in my chest. This man brings so much happiness into my life and I'm not sure I can ever express how much I love him. I just want to wrap my arms around him and never let him go.

Before I return to the window, I walk over to Kev's side of the bed so that I can easily place a kiss on his cheek. He doesn't sell it, but that's all right. I don't want to wake him up.

Honestly, I'm surprised that I'm up as early as I am. I guess that's part of what sucks about our schedule in WCW, aside from the obvious things like having to deal with the undesirables - he doesn't deserve to be thought about on my honeymoon. What I'm trying to say is, I'm used to waking up early. I hate it, but that's how it is.

For all intents and purposes, I really should still be asleep, though. As I place my cigarette in my mouth and light it up, I can feel my body begin to protest. That sexy piece of ass that's snoozing on the bed really wrecked me last night, but goddamn, I enjoyed every moment of it. A chill races down my spine as the memories play back in my mind.

I have to close my eyes for a moment as I lean slightly out of the window, so that I can enjoy the images that are coming into my mind. I squeeze my thighs together as my lower half starts to throb again, in an attempt to cool it off. I really shouldn't be thinking like this, not when Kev's still asleep.

Okay. Abrupt subject changes are always nice, right?

You know, it really is hard for me to believe that I'm a married gal again. I cast my gaze down to the ring on my left hand, and once again I'm stuck with these wild palpitations. I feel so differently now than I did the morning after Thomas and I got married.

On that morning, I had been happy, but I think that in the back of my mind I had known that it would never last. Aside from that, it's hard to completely enjoy your honeymoon when you have someone bitching at you the entire time - it's even harder when that person is supposedly the love of your life.

God, I do not miss that piece of shit. Just thinking of him makes me stomach turn, but at the same time, it doesn't hurt like it used to. I don't feel like I'm going to cry at the mere idea of his existence, though it is quite pitiful that he's still kicking it. If the motherfucker dropped dead tomorrow, I'd probably just smile and go on with my day.

I doubt I'll ever completely be over him - I'm sure that's not possible. At the same time though, I'm a lot better off than I was. I think that's what matters the most.

Besides, how can I give a damn about someone like Thomas when I've got Kev?

I love Kev so very much, and as I stand here, smoking away, I still don't think my mind has processed the fact that he's mine forever. I guess, due in part to all of the Thomas shit, it's a little hard to accept that someone as wonderful as Kev is my husband now. I'm a lucky woman.