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My vision grew dark, and all I could feel were Tallon’s strong arms wrapping around me. I felt this thrust grow stronger as he neared his climax, and we both moaned loudly into the air.
He collapsed next to me and pulled me to his chest, our breaths slowing as I listened to the firm beat of his heart.
I smiled and thought happily to myself, ‘I’m home.’
*Natalia*
It was hard to believe that the wedding was so close. I had feared that we would never get here. It seemed like things just kept popping up to derail us. That was all in the past, though.
Almost everything was arranged for the wedding and there was nothing that was going to stand in my way now.
Tallon’s family had started to arrive at the house a few days ago.
I was incredibly nervous about having everyone here, but I was also excited. I could see how much it meant to Tallon to be surrounded by family. He was smiling and laughing almost constantly. Part of that was anticipation about the wedding, but it was mostly having everyone nearby and safe.
He worried a lot about the family. It reassured him to have them close.
Several more relatives were supposed to arrive that day, and I was incredibly nervous about meeting them.
Tallon’s cousin Giovani and his wife Olivia, along with their sixteen-year-old son Elio, were supposed to arrive that morning. Dahlia, Tallon’s sister, was coming with them, and I hadn’t met her yet. I was so nervous that she wasn’t going to like me.
I had been up for hours by the time Tallon came down for breakfast, making sure that everyone had everything they could possibly need. Tallon kept reassuring me that I didn’t need to worry, and that his family would love me, but I couldn’t stop worrying.
Tallon and some of his relatives were still in the dining room drinking coffee and chatting, but I felt like I couldn’t sit still. I was pacing around the house. I knew that I was being silly, but I felt like I just couldn’t relax.
The ringing of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts, and my heart started to pound.
They’d arrived.
I walked to the door and took a deep breath before opening it.
The loud and excited burst of sound that greeted me took me by surprise. The older man was at the front of the group, and he was the first one to step inside.
As soon as he had stepped aside, the women threw their arms out and headed straight for me.
Before I could react, I was being wrapped up in a warm embrace.
“Natalia, it’s so good to see you!” I recognized Dahlia right away from the family resemblance.
“Oh, look at your hair!” Olivia said as she squeezed me tightly. “I’m so jealous!”
“Give her some space,” Giovani said with a laugh. “Let the poor girl breathe.”
More laughter erupted as I was released from the crushing hug.
Despite my surprise by the greeting, I was smiling broadly. The warmth and excitement they were feeling was contagious. I heard footsteps approaching and looked to see Tallon coming to greet them.
“Tallon,” Olivia said sternly. “How could you keep such a lovely woman from us, huh? You should have introduced us much sooner!”
“I know, Olivia,” Tallon said as he bent to embrace her. “Life has been crazy lately.”
She returned the hug, then swatted his arm. “Always an excuse,” she said.
“I’m so excited,” Dahlia said. “I love weddings! I can’t wait to see the cake, and the flowers, oh… and your dress!” she squealed.
I laughed. “I can’t wait either.”
Olivia gave me a strange look. “You haven’t seen your dress yet?” she asked. “Is it not back from the seamstress?”
I felt my face heat up. “Actually, I don’t have one yet. It’s a long story.”
She smacked Tallon on the arm again and said something quietly that I didn’t catch. Then she turned back to me and said, “Come on, get your jacket. We’re going to get this sorted right away.”
My eyes went wide. “Oh no,” I said. “You’re guests, and you’ve just arrived, I couldn’t–”
“You call your girlfriends to meet us there. We’re going to get you a dress.”
Her tone left no room for argument. I looked at Tallon, but he just shrugged.
“Dhalia, you’re coming too,” she said.
I pulled out my phone and texted Mia. It seemed like I didn’t really have a say in the matter, and honestly, I welcomed the help in choosing a dress.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
Dahlia held out her hand. “I’ll give them the address,” she said.
I reluctantly handed my phone over. She tapped out a message, then put my phone in her purse. I started to protest, but she grinned at me and said, “It’s a surprise.”
The trip into the city was a whirlwind of questions and laughter. I was shocked by how quickly I was growing to like Olivia and Dahlia. I wasn’t normally so quick to warm up to people.
Mia was waiting outside of the bridal shop when we arrived and, after I introduced her as Alessandro’s girlfriend, she was greeted with the same crushing hug that I was. I smiled at the surprised look on her face and shrugged at her.
When we entered the shop, an attendant approached me. Before she could get a word out, Olivia, Dahlia, and Mia had taken off in different directions and started searching through the dresses.
I smiled apologetically at the woman.
“I need a wedding dress, right away,” I said. “They’re very eager to help.”
She laughed. “I’ll get a fitting room ready for you,” she said before walking away.
I walked inside and started looking through the dresses as well. I figured I might as well grab what I wanted to try on. If I could find a dress today, then there would be nothing left to prepare for the wedding. It would be a huge weight off my shoulders.
I looked at dozens of dresses, but nothing stood out to me. I was ready to give up when Mia appeared beside me.
“Come on,” she said eagerly. “We have so many dresses for you to try!”
I let her take my hand and lead me back to the changing room. The shop attendant was waiting for me with at least fifteen dresses hanging around the small room.
I stared at them in surprise. I was expecting nothing but bridal gowns, but there was a lot of color to the dresses.
I smiled. Maybe I had been too rigid in the dresses I was considering. Something less traditional might be perfect.
The attendant helped me into all the white dresses first, and I dutifully marched out to model them for the girls. There were cheers and whistles to most of the dresses, which made me laugh and blush in turn.
