Mary"Are you anxious?" my father asked.We both stood in front of the large closed door that would take us to the ceremony site. My heart was beating hard in my chest as I waited to go to Pyotr." I can't believe I'm getting married," I admitted with a nervous laugh. “It seems like a delirium. A collective delirium.”" You won't run away, will you? Edgar would never let me forget it. " He frowned. In the background I could hear that the music playing for my bridesmaids' entrance was about to end, bringing me closer and closer to my destination. " I'm not running away," I assured him with a smile. " Think of the Anxious Russian waiting for you at the altar," Omar winked at me.All I Want Is You started to play and I understood my cue, starting my walk towards my new life. Even if it is not real, this step that I am taking will change everything forever.I held the bouquet tightly as soon as the doors opened, starting to walk towards my fiancé. I watched my shoes, careful not to
MaryBut the tranquility didn't last that long; my father got excited about introducing me to all his friends, and every now and then someone appeared to congratulate us. In the end, I took advantage of Pyotr's distraction with his own family, and went back to the terrace, in search of some air.The place was deserted, amazingly enough. I guess everyone was enjoying the air conditioning and escaping the hot sun. I walked to the small ornamental pool around the altar and after a brief consideration, I removed my shoes, carefully sitting on the edge and placing my feet in the cool water. I shouldn't do this, but I wasn't really caring that much about protocols at that moment. I just wanted to feel at peace. I really did get married. I am responsible for my life. Well, not that I wasn't before, but now I can no longer call my mother every time I screw up. I watched St. Patrick's enjoying the silence for a moment until I heard some footsteps approaching. Footsteps that I knew all to
MaryAfter eight hours on a plane, and almost an hour in a car, we arrived at the hotel at dawn. For much of the flight I was tempted to attack Peter right there, which resulted in a few stolen kisses on both sides. But as the hours progressed, fatigue began to take over both of us. In the end, when we landed in St. Lucia, an island in the Caribbean, we could barely stay awake. I was almost asleep in the car on the way to the hotel. I lay on my husband's shoulder and forced myself to stay awake." Don't sleep," he ordered, "we're almost there.”" I'm so tired," I sighed with my eyes closed. " Don't make me carry you to your room," Pyotr stroked my face, making me open my eyes, "You know we won't be together.”" Did you manage to book the other one? " I yawned." Yes," he stroked my face again." Our wedding day is over, Peter," I remarked with some disappointment. We allowed ourselves to live it for twenty four hours, and when we least expected it, it was over." Yes," he agreed,
MaryWe returned to the hotel just after lunch and Pyotr suggested that we stay for a while in the common area, but I insisted on going back to the room to send a message to my parents.He accompanied me, after I promised that we could leave soon. The room was perfectly arranged. Peter sat on the edge of the pool while I typed a quick message to my mother, letting her know that we arrived safely and that the place was beautiful." Hey Peter, let's take a picture? " I proposed." A picture? " He arched his eyebrow, "What for?”" We're a honeymooning couple, have you forgotten? " I rolled my eyes " It would be weird if we didn't have pictures.”" Take your cell phone," he suggested, "We can take pictures on the island.”" That's good," I approached him, "but I want one of the Pitons.”" Here?”" It'll be quick," I pleaded, "I won't ask you for more.”" Just one," he relented, getting up and walking over to the guardrail beside the pool, leaning his back against the glass.I stood in fro
Pyotr " Where are you taking me? " Mary asked, as I drove away." Somewhere you'll like.”I had been doing a good job of keeping us busy during our honeymoon. It was our fourth day on the island, and I got her out of the hotel right after breakfast.My strategy to stay away from my wife was working, on the second day I took her snorkeling and yesterday I took her sailing around the island.By the end of the day, Mary was exhausted, willing only to take a shower and sleep. This put me in control. If it were up to me, this situation would never happen again, not for lack of desire on my part.My feelings for Marianne prevented me from seeing what had happened the way she did, just sex. I wanted her completely, and if I can't have her in that way, it's best to keep my distance." I'd like it better if I knew where we were going," she pondered." Are you always so anxious? " I gave her an amused look." I'm not anxious," she nudged me." It's not what I see," I laughed." We stopped by h
MaryPyotr and I were sitting on the hotel terrace, watching the sunset. That was our last night on the island, we were leaving for New York in the morning, and we were enjoying our last moments there.During the honeymoon I discovered that Peter aroused feelings in me that I had never imagined. He makes me laugh, he makes me shiver, he makes me feel extraordinary. In the last few months, I had been getting to know a part of him that no one else knew. The way he likes to take care of people, how he is always willing to help, how he pays attention to things I say, and how his sense of humor is unique, and always willing to laugh at my silliness. All these qualities make me not want to stay away from him anymore. And that worried me. " Peter.”" Yes, Mary," he answered, watching the sun hide behind the Pitons." May I ask you a question? " I took a sip of the Sunrise Tequila I was holding." Sure.”" It's personal," I warned." No problem." He looked at me curiously." If you don't wan
MaryI found the room a little strange, the bed, the sounds, and especially the fact that it was empty, but tiredness overcame me, leading me to a heavy sleep." Mary " I heard Pyotr's voice bringing me back to consciousness." Go away," I groaned, "Let me sleep.”" You have to wake up," he insisted, shaking me." What did I tell you about waking me at dawn, Peter? " I put the pillow over my head."Mary, it's morning already "He took a deep breath “ If you don't get up now, we're going to be late.”" Do we have to work today? " I groaned, opening my eyes and staring at the fully dressed Russian. How can he be ready already?" We had ten days off," he smiled, "We have a long day ahead of us, so you'd better hurry.”" Why is she here? " I was surprised to see Libby lying on the bed beside me, watching us intently." You must have left your door open. I'll wait for you downstairs, we're leaving in twenty minutes." Twenty minutes? " I jumped out of bed, "Do you really think I can get re
MaryWe spent our first week living together and managed to get into a routine. Pyotr and I would go to work together, have lunch together, and in the end he would always send me home because he still had something to do at the office.I hated to go home alone, but there wasn't much I could do. I started to venture a little more into the kitchen, not doing anything too complex, and sometimes it turned out to be a complete disaster, but I was managing. When Peter came home, if I wasn't too lazy, we would take Libby for a walk in Central Park, and then spend some time together, watching a movie or just talking.I loved every second that I spent with him, every silly conversation or teasing that resulted in a smile from my husband. I confess that some days I lived for that smile." Damn it, Mary," I groaned aloud in the kitchen, "you should marry him, not fall in love with him!”I was peeling some vegetables for dinner, Libby was sitting next to me paying attention to everything I did,