I wake up on Saturday morning with my glorious fiancé wrapped in my arms. I had always thought she would be the big spoon, since she still has the height on me, but for whatever reason she prefers to be the little spoon. Half the time I feel like she is giving me a piggyback ride while I hold her, but if it means that her perfect posterior is pressed back into me every night, then who am I to complain? As I lay there in the early morning light, I gazed over her body, sliding my left hand down to her so lightly intertwine my fingers with hers.
At that moment I realized that I was a complete and total idiot.
We picked up the resized rings yesterday and never put on the engagement rings!
Now I really want to see it on her finger, and never have it taken off!
Sam is still sleeping peacefully next to me, so I'm stuck stewing in my own thoughts while mentally kicking myself over the situation. The worst thing was, we both tried on both the engagement rings and the wedding bands when we picked them up to make sure they fit right, and then absentmindedly put them right back in their boxes to take them home. There was no reason we couldn't have put the bands away and kept the engagement rings on though. She already said yes!
But this does give me a chance to ask her again. With a ring, on my knee being all romantic. But where? How? It was too early in the morning to think about all of this, but I did have the beginning of a silly idea. An idea that needed my phone, but I was trapped by the sleeping Goddess in my arms, and I wasn't going to disturb her slumber. It was a long shot anyway, but I was going to try.
Fortunately, the scent of bacon began wafting through the house, and I knew that Sam would wake up soon. Nobody can resist bacon! Sure enough, within minutes Sam's stomach was growling, and I knew it wouldn't be long before that woke the rest of her up, which had quickly become one of my favorite things in the world.
She started to murmur lightly, gently rolling onto her back while still in my embrace, and then lifting her hands over her head to stretch while giving a cute yawn. The stretch caused the tee shirt she was wearing to ride up, offering a glimpse of the cute purple panties she had worn to bed as well as making her glorious breasts strain against the fabric. Had we been alone in the house right now, I'd have already pounced. I love her waking up routine!
When her eyelids finally fluttered open, she gazed at me with her deep brown eyes and then smiled cutely. "Damn, every time I wake up, you're staring at me like you're ready to eat me for breakfast!"
I could only nod, as she wasn't wrong. "Sammy, it isn't my fault you look do damned good when you wake up!"
She blushed while pushing my shoulder away. "You're such a perv!"
"I'm the perv? I'm sorry, who wrote the scene in her short story about us on the golf course?" I asked while pretending to scold her.
"What? You should have been happy! You got a hole in one!" she giggled as I tickled her in response to that horrible joke.
Leaning down I whispered into her ear. "Sammy, when you wrote that, I'm pretty sure I remember there being three fingers in the hole, not one."
"Oh my God! You did not just say that!" She groaned while her face quickly turned a deep crimson.
"Your words my dear! I'm just repeating them!"
"You're just lucky I love you and will forgive that naughtiness!" she huffed with a grin.
"I am the lucky one, you're right. Now, come on! That bacon will be gone quick if we don't get some!" I commanded while grabbing her butt.
She squealed once and then hopped out of bed. We both threw on some sweatpants and then headed out to the kitchen where Steven was making a bunch of French toast while mom was finishing up the bacon as they joked together. I really like Steven for my mom. I barely remember my father, since I was so young when he and my grandparents died, but Steven has been so sweet to my mother and makes her so happy that I'd be fine if he became my stepdad. Besides, he kicked ass when it came to arresting Dave, so he got a lot of gold stars for that.
I could easily see them being married when they're together like this. I wondered idly if Sammy and I getting married tomorrow would make them think about being married too? It would be nice for my mom to not be alone next year when I went off to college, and they both look happier together, so I'd be on board with that. Maybe I need to nudge them a little bit? Nah, I'd better not meddle, I'd screw it up.
Besides, the only matchmaking that I want to do is between Dave and whoever his prison cellmate is.
After breakfast, I hopped in the shower to get my day started. Sam always let me go first, because her longer hair seemed to take half the day to wash and condition, and she didn't want me to wait. I couldn't believe that shortly I'd be able to stand in the shower with her and help her wash that hair, and anything else she wanted my hands on. In a purely consensual cleansing manner of course.
Mmmm, soapy nipples!
Damnit Abby, get your head out of the gutter!
Once Sam was in the shower, I quickly pulled out my phone and started doing some research. Looking up the venue, I noticed there was a boat show there this weekend. Seriously? That was not exactly what I had hoped for, but I bought a pair of tickets anyway, and then pocketed the box with the two engagement rings. Once I was ready, I just had to be patient and wait.
In this case, that meant vibrate in place because I was so damned nervous.
I know I didn't need to be. I mean I already asked her, and she said yes. We're getting married tomorrow for God's sake! But still, being asked while in a hospital bed without a ring isn't how I'd like her to remember things when we tell our kids the story of how we got married.
Oh my God, we could have kids! Stop! Calm down! You can do this Abby!
And then Sam came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, while drying her hair with a second one. Oh, sweet mother of all that is holy I need to turn myself into terry cloth and wrap myself around her body!
"Hey Sam? Can I borrow your towel for a second?" I asked innocently.
She looked down at her body, and then back at me with a smirk. "Sure!" then she unwrapped the towel from her body and handed it to me.
Oh, my word! She shaved! Everywhere! I think I bruised my jaw when it hit the floor, and I could hear her giggling as I'm sure I turned every shade of red in a Crayola box. I couldn't stop looking! It didn't help when she walked closer, and placed her hand under my chin, lifting it until I was gazing up into her eyes.
"Tomorrow, this is all yours. You can look and touch and taste everything you want. And I'm going to do the same," she promised in a throaty whisper that made my body want to collapse like a puppet with all the strings cut.
I closed my eyes for a moment to gather what remained of my self-control. "Sam, I need you to get dressed, I want to take my fiancé out for a bit. But if you're not dressed soon, I don't think we're going to leave this room before the wedding tomorrow."
She just grinned at me. "I don't know. Both of those thoughts sound really good at the moment." She hesitated just a bit, and I could tell she was just teasing me. "Fine, I'll get dressed, and then we can go."
Only she could make getting dressed sexual torture as she constantly 'accidentally' dropped clothing and bent over from the waist to pick them up, making sure I had a view that most definitely left me drooling. Tomorrow she was going to be in such trouble!
My sanity was finally saved when she finally pulled her jeans on. She had saved them for last and made a great show of pulling them over her plump cheeks, looking over her shoulder while she did so. Only when I got up and stalked towards her, ready to spank one of those lovely cheeks did she squeal and rapidly finish pulling them up.
"You are such a tease!" I complained.
"You love it." She turned and wrapped her arms around me, giving me a soft kiss as a reward for my patience.
"Of course, I do! But damn, Sammy, I almost have to change my panties after that show!"
"Go ahead, this time I'll get to enjoy the view!" she countered.
"How on earth did you develop such a dirty mind?" I asked, if only because she was driving me insane with all these comments.
She sighed and looked over at me. "Abby, since my mom died, I have had nothing at all to do but sit in my house and use my imagination about being with you. At first, it was harmless stuff like holding hands, going on picnics, and kissing this cute girl from the spelling bee. But after our first soccer game, I was so gone. You may not think you have a great body, but I love it. You are fucking built! All game we'd battle for position, and I just couldn't make you move. I was serious about thinking you could twirl me around like a baton, and that is pretty fucking sexy. I have been fantasizing about being with you and doing a lot more than hand holding ever since, and I have every intention of living out as many of those fantasies as I can. I hope you have a few too, because I am never going to want to stop."
"Well. Shit. Okay," I could only mumble. "Well then I think we better get my mom some sound cancelling headphones for Christmas."
"I'll add it to the list!" she said with a smile.
"Come on! I have to take you somewhere!" I finally grabbed her hand, and tugged her towards the door. I needed to go propose again!