A Heart for Rebel (25 page)

“What kinda shop?”
I didn’t correct her. It would have been a losing battle with her.

Instead I just told
her, “A tattoo shop.”

“Cool.” We walked
into the shop and it was really packed for a Friday night. I glanced around and
noticed Ty was working on hip piece for a chick and Wyatt was doing a face tat
on a mountain of man. I mean the guy was huge and not the hot huge. It was the
kind of huge you saw on ex-con’s. Scary huge. Wyatt looked up when he saw us and
smiled, “Hey pretty girl, oh and hi Rebel.” He thinks he’s so funny. I stuck my
tongue out at him and he smirked.

“Hi Wyatt,” Bailey
said and he flashed her with his mega-watt smile.

“Hey, Ty.”

“Hey, Rebel. Who’s
the mini-me?”

“This is my sister,
Bailey.”

“Nice to meet you,
Bailey.”

“What kinda name is
Ty?” Bailey asked by a way of greeting.

“It’s short for
Tyler,” he answered with a wink. Bailey blushed and hid her face against my
shirt. I ruffled her hair and I thought it was adorable she had a crush on Ty.

“Baby,” Wyatt called
my attention.

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to be
here awhile. I won’t be able to take you girls out to dinner, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. We’ll
just head home,” I said.

“I’ll text you when
I’m done. I’ll pick up Chinese on my way home.”

“Sounds perfect.
What do you think, Bails?”

“I love Chinese.”

“Alright, Chinese it
is for my girls.” I took Bails home and she immediately forgot all about me to
play with Blue. I walked around Wyatt’s loft where it all began. The beginning
of us. I also thought about the day I made the call to my mother. It was
awkward at first, after everything that’s happened in my life. Benny’s attack
which was a result of her inability to be the mother she should have been. At
least that horror story is over. Benny was arrested for committing a double
homicide over a drug deal gone badly. He’s doing life with no chance of parole.
Thank god for that! Wyatt was there with me when I called my mother and set up
a meet time to meet my family. Meeting my grandparents was a breeze. They
welcomed me with open arms and had nothing but love for me and my sister,
making us feel right at home. My mother was there too. After a very much needed
talk and several can you ever forgive me, we agreed to start a new and rebuild
our mother-daughter relationship. She was even there while I met my father for
the first time.

I could feel the
distaste he had for her, but when he saw me, all his anger washed away. We are
more alike than I thought. He’s tall with broad shoulders. He has jet black
hair like me and we even share the same bluish-purple eyes. He told me he was
recently divorced and sadly he didn’t have other children. I told him I was
pregnant with twins and it brought tears to my eyes when he cried because he
not only got his daughter back, but he was getting grandchildren to love and
spoil. I felt as if I’ve known him my whole life. It felt natural being around
him. Wyatt and he got along nicely. My whole life I felt alone and now I feel
like I belong somewhere. I, of course invited him to the wedding and at first I
thought he would be upset when I told him Victor was walking me down the aisle
but he understood. It wasn’t till later that Wyatt suggested that both he and
Victor could walk me down the aisle. I thought that was a super awesome idea and
they both agreed it was brilliant. Wyatt and I wrote our own vows and I
couldn’t wait to reveal mine in two weeks.

I opted not to walk
down the aisle to the tradition “Here comes the bride.” Instead Mrs. Sullivan
is going to sing “At Last,” by Etta James. Marissa did a spectacular job
setting up our wedding. She got us booked at The Foundry, in Long Island City,
Queens. It was once a nineteen century metal foundry, but has since been
restored and now plays host to weddings, corporate events and photo shoots. Marissa
is not only my wedding planner, maid of honor, but now she’s going to be our
real estate guru. Wyatt wants a house with enough room for the twins, but also
a room just for Bailey. He gave her a budget and she’s been on it trying to
find us the perfect home. I was so lost in thought I didn’t hear Wyatt come in,
but I felt him though when he put his arm around my waist and kissed me on my
neck.

“Hi, baby,” he
whispered.

“Hi, honey,” I
murmured.

“Penny for your
thoughts,”

“I can’t wait to
spend the rest of my life with you. I never imagined I could love someone as
much as I love you, Wyatt.”

“Fuck, baby, you
can’t say things like that to me when Bails in the house and I can’t do you the
way I want to. The best thing I’ve ever done in my life is losing my heart to
you. I cannot wait to make you my wife. It’s you and me, baby. You, me, forever
and beyond.”

I
’M A FUCKING nervous wreck. It won’t be long before
Rebel is walking down the aisle and finally becoming my wife. I haven’t seen
her since yesterday morning. I had a horrible night without her. She spent the
night at Marissa’s place, who insisted it was bad luck for the groom to see the
bride before the wedding. I couldn’t give two shits about that. I wanted to
bury my cock deep in her pussy before the big day, but I was cock blocked. Ty
was standing to my left since he was my best man. My palms were sweaty and I
don’t know how many times I tugged the collar of my shirt.

“Relax, bro,” Ty
said.

“That’s easy for
you to say. You’re not the one getting married.”

“Are you getting
cold feet?”

“Fuck no. I just
want to get this over with so I can have some much needed alone time with my
wife.”

“Ah, I feel your
pain. One night without her and you’re already suffering blue balls.” I elbowed
him in the stomach while I grumbled, “Fuck you, Tyler.”

“You are so pussy
whipped,” he laughed. The justice of the peace asked our guest to stand. It was
time for the bride to walk down the aisle. Mrs. Sullivan’s voice rang deep and
true. Everyone’s eyes were glued to the entrance where Rebel would appear from.
Bailey looked like an angel as she made her way down dropping rose petals as
she walked. Then my bride to be appeared and she took my breath away. I
literally sucked in a gulp of air because she was such a vision. It’s hard to
describe what I felt watching her walk down the aisle. I was emotionally
charged. This moment filled me with so much joy, nerves, and butterflies. Yes,
I got butterflies. My future was literally walking towards me and it was such
an incredible experience. She was flanked on each side by both her fathers, but
I only had eyes for her. I can’t describe her gown; I only know it was white. My
eyes were glued to her face and it glowed. Happiness beyond anything I could
have imagined set in when I made eye contact with her. Her eyes were brimming
with happiness. I saw our future within her eyes and I knew that for all
eternity I would do whatever I needed to do to make her happy. We both decided
to write our vows and I couldn’t wait to hear hers. I know she worked hard on
them while mine on the other hand was simple. When she finally reached me I
took her hand in mine and brought it up to my lips. I placed a soft kiss in the
palm of her hand. Since I only had eyes for her I wasn’t paying too much
attention to the justice of the peace or what he said.

Thankfully, I
understood enough when I was told to recite my vows, “Rebel, do you remember
the first time we met?” she shook her head yes with tears brimming her eyes.
“From the very moment I saw you, I knew you were the one for me. The one I was
going to spend the rest of my life with. I promise to always love you with
everything I am and everything I have, in the only way I know how, completely
and forever.” Small rivers of tears were cascading down her face and Marissa
handed her a tissue. When it was her turn to recite her vows she was trembling
as she handed Marissa her bouquet because she wanted to take both my hands in
hers. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears that were pooling in her eyes and
with the sweetest and softest voice she recited what was to be the most
beautiful words heard by mankind.

“Wyatt,

I was lost and
alone

No sense of purpose
or direction

No comprehension of
family, love, friendship or honor

And then I met
you.” She had to stop and take a deep breath since her voice was quivering with
emotions and tears slowly rolled down her eyes. I removed one of my hands from
her grip to wipe the tears of her beautiful face.

“Where there has
been cold,

You have brought
warmth;

Where my life was
VERY dark,

You have brought
light

You invited me into
your world and asked for nothing in return

So what can I say
to you that I haven’t already said,

What can I give you
that I haven’t already given,

Is there anything
of me that isn’t yours already…” My soon to be wife was trembling so badly from
her emotions that she had to stop voicing her vows to breath. I noticed all the
females in attendance were crying just as much as my girl was. My grandmother,
her grandmother, her mother, Camille, Marissa, Marissa’s mother, and Annie were
all sobbing to the point I couldn’t take any more of that shit. I pulled Rebel
towards me and kissed her passionately, long, wet, and deep. The tears in the
crowd turned to “Awe’s.” Bails, on the other hand said, “Eww, gross!” eliciting
chuckles from the crowd. The justice of the peace cleared his throat, breaking
our kiss. I looked towards him and said, “Are we officially hitched?”

“Uh…, no. You both
didn’t say I do’s.” Rebel and I looked at each other and we both said, “We do.”

“Well, then I guess
you’re married.”

“Thank fuck,” I
muttered and my wife…my wife giggled. It was the sweetest sound I’ve ever
heard. I gathered her back in my arms and whispered against her lips, “Wife.”

She murmured back,
“Husband.”

Bails tugged on her
dress and we both looked down at her and she whispered, “Umm…guy are we married
yet?” Rebel leaned down and kissed her sister’s cheek and said, “Yes, we are
married now.” Bails took off running towards her father, who bent down to pick
her up and she shouted to him, “We’re married now!” which resulted in a round
of chuckles. Rebel and I walked down the aisle holding hands towards the
reception, which was across the hall. The day was perfect. My wife was perfect.
I gave us three hours tops to enjoy the festivities and then I was whisking us
away to board our plane to take us to our honeymoon where other festivities
will commence. My wife buck naked screaming my name as I fucked her to the
point of exhaustion. In the meantime we had our first official dance as Mr. and
Mrs. Rebel picked the song we were going to dance to and we swayed to “Heaven,”
by Bryan Adams. I being a cheesy fuck surprised her with a song right after to
dance to, “Just the way you are,” by Billy Joel. Three hours later with the
help of Ty, I was able to sneak off with Rebel to board our plane that would
take us to St. Barths, for a two week honeymoon, where I planned to spend it in
bed the entire time making sweet love to my wife.