Wish Come True (The Blogger Diaries Trilogy Book 3) (35 page)

My ADD is off the charts, just like it used to be when I went to church every Sunday when I was younger, only right now, I don’t have my favorite older friend Traci keeping me occupied. Back when I was a kid and she was a teenager, she used to hold my hand and push back my cuticles, telling me it’d make my nails grow faster, or play tic-tac-toe on the edges of the Sunday bulletin with me to keep my mind and mouth quiet during Mass.
 

Instead, I feel Jason take my hands into his, as if he can sense I’m about to start panicking because my mind won’t shut the hell up. Knowing we’re the center of everyone’s attention right now, literally up on a stage with everybody watching, it’s like it’s amplifying my whirring brain. This is one of the reasons I stopped participating in pageants. This is also one of the reasons I had wanted to elope somewhere, just the two of us, but I gave in so he could have his big church wedding. Jason knows anxiety can overwhelm me when my wandering attention starts getting the best of me, and I’m grateful when he leans forward to whisper, “I’m here, baby,” as the minister recites the excerpt from Corinthians I chose for the ceremony.
 

Forcing myself to focus on my hands in his and what the pastor is saying, soon, rings are on fingers and I’m being kissed, and I breathe a sigh of relief. We pour the final two layers of sand into the jar, walk back down the stairs, and I feel all the tension leaving me with every step I take past the applauding audience.
 

I know your wedding should be one of the happiest moments of your life, and really, truly it is. I can’t imagine being any happier than in this exact second, knowing I am Mrs. Jason Robichaux, but I’m also ecstatic the ceremony is over. We wait in the bridal parlor for a few minutes until almost everyone has left. They’ll be meeting at the Knights of Columbus hall a few miles away for the reception while we take our family and full wedding party pictures. It takes about half an hour to get every group shot we can think of, the only hiccup in my smile being when Barbara tells me, “I can’t believe y’all put that shit on your nails.” But my grin soon returns when Buffy gasps and scolds, “Barbara! Language. You’re in a church,” making the older woman grumble under her breath before walking away.
 

Now…
now
I can relax. And I finally let all the nervous energy leave me as we hop into my van to head to the hall for the reception, where the wedding party will meet out in the gardens to do a few more fun shots before Jason and I are introduced as husband and wife.
 

But when we arrive, I’m shaky from my emotional roller coaster today, and I feel like I might faint if I don’t get some food in my belly, so Tanya tells us we can wait until later to take the rest of the pictures. We wait for everyone else to go in before us, and soon, we hear the DJ over the speaker system introduce us, so we walk through the door, where Jason twirls me and dips me, planting a kiss on my lips, and the room explodes with everyone’s applause.
 

“You want me to make you a plate, babe?” he asks as he stands me upright.

“Nah, I can get it. But I’m not waiting. I don’t care what the right order of business is at these things. I’m getting my food
now
,” I reply as the smell of Italian dishes hits my nose, making my stomach growl.
 

He holds my hand as we walk past tables of people wanting to stop and congratulate us, Jason pausing only long enough to tell them he’s gotta feed his bride before she passes out. Soon, I have a plateful of lasagna and garlic rolls and a glass of sweet tea in front of me at my special spot at the front table, and I waste no time digging in. When I feel halfway human again, I look around to find my people. My mom is next to Josalyn, helping her eat her spaghetti, and Buffy is feeding Avary a bottle.
 

Since I’m done inhaling my food, the DJ calls Jason and me up for our wedding dance, which is to Lady Antebellum’s “I Run to You”. He leads me through a two-step around the dance floor, and when the song ends, the DJ invites everyone else up to dance. My nieces come out with his little cousins, and when tiny little Natalie sees I’m finished dancing with Jason, his Aunt Melissa lets her loose to come up and talk to me.
 

In the sweetest voice ever, she asks with awe in her eyes, “Are you Cinderella?” I can’t help but laugh, since Josalyn had told me I looked like the princess earlier today.
 

“No, baby girl. You don’t remember me? I saw you at Christmas, remember? Those are my little girls,” I tell her, pointing at my kids at the table. She follows my finger with her eyes then looks back at me and nods.
 

“Will you dance with me?” she asks, which surprises the heck out of me. Before this conversation, the child had never spoken to me before, even when I’d given her a Christmas present when they came to the Robichauxs’ house this past year. It had been cool seeing all three of the new babies together; Lisa, Dianna, and I had them all within a couple months of each other.

“Of course.” I curtsy, and her face explodes with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on her adorable face. I spend three songs dancing with her before Aunt Melissa comes and rescues me so we can do the money dance. I had never heard of this dance before, but as people started coming up to me with cash to spin me around the dance floor for a little while, I didn’t question it until Jason’s dad stood in front of me with a $100.00 bill.
 

“Why are people giving me money?” I laughed as he led me into some fancy swing moves I had seen him do with Barbara in the living room.
 

“It’s a way for anyone who really wants to dance with the bride or groom to guarantee they get a turn. The money is usually for helping pay for the honeymoon,” he explains, and I look down at the wad of cash in my hand when Barbara’s brother, Uncle Robert, cuts in. He’s probably my favorite one of Barbara’s relatives. He’s flamboyantly gay, reminding me of Jack from
Will & Grace
, and the shit out of his mouth makes me crack up every time he visits. Plus, my girls love him. I end up stuffing my cash down the front of my dress so I can have my hands free, making him laugh.
 

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Marky walk up to Jason and hand him a dollar, and I nearly double over with laughter as they try to keep a straight face while they lead each other through a dramatic waltz, ending with Jason dipping my brother. And when he stands him back up and pats him on the back with a laugh, Jason turns and nearly runs into Tony, who’s leering down at Jason from his 6’5” height, an evil grin on his face as he holds out his dollar bill. Jason reaches up with a pout to take the money, and as soon as it’s out of Tony’s grasp, I nearly choke on my spit as I suck in air when my brother reaches around Jason’s back, slaps both hands down hard on his ass cheeks, and pulls Jason to him, the laughter finally coming out of me in a yelp when Jason mirrors the position, holding Tony to him by his butt.
 

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Uncle Robert says from beside me. If I’d been drinking anything, it would’ve been the perfect set-up for a spit-take.
 

Next, it’s Logan’s turn to dance with me. “Sorry if I step on your feet,” he warns, but it’s all for show. He leads me through a perfect two-step, complete with twirls and a dip at the end that leaves me grinning ear-to-ear.
 

By the end of the money dance, Jason made over a hundred dollars more than me. Probably because I spent most of the time watching him spin around the floor with Big John and a few more people.
 

The rest of the evening is spent dancing, drinking, eating cake, and visiting with everyone. A notable moment was when a bunch of Barbara’s church friends complimented me on our black nail polish, saying what a cute and quirky idea it was and how classy it looked with the black and ivory theme of the wedding. I couldn’t control my face when I smirked at her as her face dropped at their comments. I blame it on the wine.
 

We took all the fun pictures we could come up with out in the garden and in the gazebo, and lastly, little Bret caught the garter, and Amanda caught the bouquet. After that, people started trickling out until all that was left was our immediate family and the rest of the wedding party.
 

By this time, I could barely hold my eyes open, so Jason’s dad told us to go ahead and leave all the cleanup up to them. Jason and I loaded the girls, both sleeping, into their car seats, and my mom squeezed in too, my dad deciding to stay behind to help fold up chairs and tables.
 

We get the girls in bed and I kiss my mom goodnight, and when I plop onto our bed, watching Jason as he undresses, I start to laugh.

“What is it?” he asks, smiling at me as he loosens his bowtie.

“It’s just like in one of my favorite movies,
Just Married
, when Brittany Murphy and Ashton Kutcher get to their honeymoon suite and she’s too sleepy to consummate the marriage.” I pout out my lip and paraphrase what she says, “My parents are going to know I’m not a virgin anymore, and they’re going to know you’re the one who deflowered me!” and I burst out laughing at my own joke.

“Babe, we have two kids. I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” he snarks, finally getting all the tiny buttons on his shirt undone. “Plus, I’m tired as hell too. We’ll do our consummating tomorrow.” His dress pants drop to the floor and he steps out of them, leaving him in only his boxer briefs and his white undershirt. He walks around to my side of the bed and holds out his hands for me to take then pulls me up.
 

I reach behind my neck to undo the hooks of the halter while he wraps his arms around me, taking hold of the zipper and sliding it down. I place my hands on his shoulders as he holds my dress low enough for me to step out of, and I hear him suck in a breath when he sees the bright blue thong I’m wearing.
 

“What?” I ask mischievously.
 

“I’m suddenly not so tired,” he answers, laying my dress across the foot of the bed before taking hold of my hips and pulling me to him.
 

“These were my ‘something blue’. Which apparently are going to match your balls tonight, because I’m about to fall asleep on my feet,” I tease, my arms looping around his neck to hold myself up. He envelops me in his warm embrace, kissing my lips before allowing me to melt onto the bed behind me.

“Will you grab a hanger for the dress? I don’t want it to get all wrinkled. God only knows if it’ll ever be worn again. Maybe I’ll save it for one of the girls,” I ramble, feeling my eyelids grow heavy.

“Yeah, babe. But first, lift your legs up,” he tells me, and I groan as I pull my legs up onto the bed. I feel his hands at my ankles, undoing the little buckle of my shoes, and when he slides them off, I wiggle my toes, feeling a couple of them pop. Damn high heels.

With my eyes closed, I hear him move to the closet, return to the bed, fabric rustling, and after a minute, I feel him slide into bed next to me. As soon as he wraps his arm around my waist and presses his nose into the back of my neck, inhaling me like he always does, I fall asleep, a smile on my face.
 

Kayla the Bibliophile

Blog Post: November 14, 2013

I’ve finally finished transferring all of my old posts from Kayla’s Chick Rant & Book Blog to my Kayla the Bibliophile one. Reading some of those old posts brought back a lot of memories, and the reviews made me want to restart a couple of my favorite series. It also made me want to pick back up with my diary type posts, which I haven’t done since my wedding.
 
So let me start out by recapping what’s happened since then… well, the condensed version at least.
 

In May 2010, we went on our Honeymoon in Vegas. *snort
 
We had a blast, stayed at the Carriage House, went and saw
Mystere
, the greatest damn Cirque du Soleil ever, and ate… and ate… and ate some more. My kinda vacation.
 

Also, I graduated college
finally
, and I kept one good friend from my entire college experience, Tina, who was in my Yoga II class during my last semester. She was hilarious, had really cool tattoos, and loved to read, like me, so we were instant friends. Book friends are the best friends, which I’ve now made many, many more of since starting my Kayla the Bibliophile Facebook page, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

The next month, I began working at GNC again after being hired on the spot since I was a rehire. I was starting to get cabin fever being at home all the time, and Barbara volunteered to watch the girls during my shifts that Jason was working too. I think it was around that time Jason got his job at Turner Industries. It wasn’t anything too great, just working as a helper in the pipe fabrication shop, but since then, he’s moved his way up and into the office, and now he’s doing drafting, using all the AutoCAD skills he learned in school.