Indestructible: Reinforced

Chapter 81

Chapter Eighty-One

     November 2012

     Present Day    

     “Josh, can we rest for a minute?” I waited till he finished twirling me away from him. I slammed back into his chest and he spun around as we danced to some upbeat French song that was all the rage now. “I can’t feel my feet.”

     “Don’t you have flat shoes or something?” He asked, loud enough to be heard over the music. “Can’t you wear any other pair for the rest of the wedding? I don’t think anyone’s going to be taking any more pictures of us today.”

     “I’ll ask Avy if she can find me something.” I nodded. “But can we sit down for a couple of songs? I’m really tired, baby.”

     “Okay.” He pulled me in a for quick kiss, the millionth one since we first kissed as man and wife, and then held my hand and led me back to our table.

     I plopped down on my seat and sighed. “I should’ve gone with flats in the first place.” I groaned as I felt my little toe throb with pain. “I’m going to have so many blisters.” I looked at him and narrowed my eyes when I saw his amused expression. “You’ll end up carrying me around Rome, and then you’ll hurt your back and we’ll end up staying in our hotel room all day until you get better.”

     His eyes lit up and his smile turned into a mischievous smile. “Well, you know what that means, right?” He pumped his fist in the air above his head. “Woman on top, baby.”

     I blushed and smacked his arm. “I’ll be in too much pain.” I mock-scowled at him. “You should care about my well-being first!”

     “Alright then, how about this?” He leaned towards me and the mischievous glint in his eyes made my breath quicken. “I’ll massage your feet when we’re back home, and maybe I’ll give you a full-body massage, or set up a nice bubble-bath with you, with scented candles and jazz music playing in the background.” He leaned in further and spoke in a husky whisper that did things to me that made me blush. Images flooded my brain and I closed my eyes and blushed hard. “Maybe I can give you that foot massage while we’re in the tub, your pick.”

     “Wow.” I pulled away, realizing at that instant that I’d leaned in towards him at some point. “Is it too early for us to leave the wedding?”

     He chuckled. “Probably.” He eyed me speculatively for a few seconds, his fingers wrapped around his chin, his index finger tapping his lips. “We didn’t hook up at our own wedding, though.” He smiled mischievously at me and I blushed again. “Shame on us.”

     “Stop it.” I warned him but it came out breathless, thus not convincing at all. “If we’re not ditching the wedding then you can’t keep talking like that.”

     “My God, you’re really blushing.” He laughed incredulously and I shoved him away and crossed my arms over my chest. “I got to have fun with my girlfriend, and she was a blushing bride on our wedding day.”

     I tried to glare at him but ended up smiling. “I can make you starve, baby, don’t push me.”

     “Wifely duties prohibit you from doing this.” He scooted his chair closer to mine and heat crept up my neck to my cheeks at his close proximity. “You can’t starve me, ever again. I won’t let that happen to me again.” He grinned. “Unless you don’t want children.”

     “Whatever.” I managed to play it off cool, but my heart was fluttering wildly. Children. Josh and I were going to have children someday. I looked at him and watched him as he watched the action on the dance floor. I took in the sight of him, his hair a little wilder now, his bow-tie still in place, cheeks slightly flushed. He was beautiful, and yet oh-so-masculine. This amazing man was mine. He was now officially mine.