Like A Virgin - Chapter 48 (Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison)
Title: Like A Virgin
Author: emmaschuester
Pairing/Characters: Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harmless fun, no offence intended. Pure work of fiction.
Spoilers: None.
Summary/Author's Notes: new chapter! Enjoy.
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His phone chirped, and she lazily turned her head resting on his chest to see him reach for it and smile at the text message. She vaguely wondered who that might be, but he just stowed the device away, and resumed his tv surfing.
They had landed in LA that morning, after their stop in DC for the 4th of July concert, and they were enjoying a quiet night at home before his tour with NKOTBSB would begin, the following night.
Not five minutes later, another message, another smile and- she guessed- another answer on his part, and another silence for her.
She fidgeted with her hands, unsure as what to do. When his phone beeped for the third time, she finally took a deep breath and spoke.
"Someone's quite popular tonight."
He chucked. "Not really. Just a couple of texts..." he looked at her sideways. "From Chrishell. She's coming to the concert in Anaheim tomorrow night, she's a big boybands fan."
"...oh. I see." A big boybands fan. She narrowed her eyes. Of course.
"Yeah, she's bringing her little sister, I haven't seen her in ages, it's gonna be fun to see her all grown up!" He was grinning boyishly, and she felt a twinge of jealousy that she unsuccessfully tried to suppress. He had been engaged once before. He had thought he'd be spending his whole life with another woman...
Don't be an idiot, you've been married. You definitely thought you'd spend your life with someone else.
Taking a deep breath, she snuggled closer to him. He may have loved someone else, but now he was hers to keep. “So can we talk about the wedding for a second?”
He moved his gaze from the television screen to her face. “Sure.”
“I was thinking. Are we writing our vows? Or using the standard ones?”
He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable. “I don’t know. Do you want to? Write our own, I mean.”
“Do you?”
He looked at her for a second, noticing the edge in her voice. “I’m not sure I want to tell a room full of strangers how I feel about you, Jay.”
“Strangers? Matt, they’re our family and friends!”
“I know, that’s not what I meant. It’s just...” He sighed. This was becoming an argument he didn’t have the strength, nor the will to carry on. “You know I’m very reserved about my feelings. I’m not sure I can just talk about it so freely.” He took her hand, trying to soothe the mood. “Can we just talk about this another time?”
Her lips were pursed in a very thin line, and she wasn’t looking at him in the eyes. “Fine.”
He studied her for a while, as she flipped through the pages of a fashion magazine without really looking at them, and resolved to not touch the subject again for a little while. He wanted to use his own vows. So much. He knew what to say, or at least he had thought about it, a lot. But he wasn’t sure about reading them out loud. In front of other people.
He sighed silently, and caressed her hair softly. He knew she was annoyed at him and would be for a little while, and his behaviour around her- as if she was made of glass- was possibly annoying her even more.
“So is Chrishell dating anyone right now?”
The question came out of the blue, after a long stretch of silence, and he did his best not to sound startled. “I have no idea actually. I don’t think so.”
“Hm. Okay.”
“Why the question?”
“Nothing. She’s just been calling and texting a lot lately.”
“I wouldn’t say a lot... I told her I was joining the tour since I knew she’s a New Kids fan, and she texted me tonight.” He pulled away a little. “Is that a lot?”
“Guess not.”
“Jay? Is there anything you want to talk about?”
“Nope. I’m good.”
He sighed, and grabbed the remote to switch channels. It was going to be a long night.
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Sound check had been awesome, nobody could quite believe the size of the venue they were about to play. He usually didn’t let nerves get to him, but this was going to be huge.
He hopped off the stage, to find Jayma talking to his good friend Marissa Winokur. She hadn’t been able to come all the way to London, but had been ecstatic at the thought of seeing him live in California. It was great to have all his friends around him, supporting every step of his career, it meant more than he could express. Again. Could he ever express what he felt? Maybe he should take a class or something.
They hadn’t touched the vows subject any more the previous night, but he knew it was still very much on the front of her mind, and she wouldn’t just leave it hanging so easily.
He joined the conversation with his friends, taking Jayma’s hand. As they were talking, he was suddenly blinded by someone covering his eyes with their hands.
“Guess who?”
He instinctively reached to the hands on his face, wondering who had got the nerve to do that with Jayma right beside him, and then turned around.
“Chrishell. Hi!”
She leaned closer and threw her arms around his neck. “Hi Matty! It’s been, what? Almost a year?” She planted a kiss on his cheek, and he felt his face go red.
“Y...yeah, more or less.” He saw her little sister standing by and moved to greet her, hoping to shift the attention to something else.
“I came backstage now because I won’t be leaving after your part, we’re so excited to see NKOTBSB live!! Aren’t we??” She nudged her little sister and laughed. “But it’s so great you’re opening for them! Too bad about the solo tour.”
He shot her a dirty look. What game was she playing? Taking a step back, he entwined his hand in Jayma’s, who gripped on much tighter than usual. He suddenly noticed all his friends had gone silent too.
“Yeah. I’ll reschedule.” He cleared his throat and turned towards Jayma. “So I don’t think you two have met. Jayma, this is Chrishell Stause. Chrishell, this is my fiancèe, Jayma Mays.”
Jayma held out her right hand, with a dry “Pleasure,” but the other girl obliviously stepped closer.
“Oh hi, no we’ve never met!” She shook her hand for a bit too long. “So you two are getting hitched pretty soon, right? I remember what it felt like... as long as Matty here behaves this time around, right?” She laughed at her own joke, seemingly unaware of the embarrassed silence surrounding her, and then released Jayma’s hand to touch Matt’s arm. “But I’m sure he will, won’t you?” She squeezed. “Oh my, why didn’t you have these guns when we were together? I call dibs!!”
Matt looked horrified at her for a second, but then decided to laugh, trying to break the tension. “Not sure you can, sorry. My soon-to-be wife might not like that...” and he heard Jayma breathe a clear “Definitely.”
“Right, right. Just kidding. Who knows. maybe if things had gone as planned, you’d be lifting toddlers instead of weights right now, right?” She laughed again, and he felt Jayma’s hand leave his own, as she walked away, mumbling an “Excuse me.”
He felt rage overcoming his brain, and turned to his former fiancèe. “Are you out of your MIND??”
Before anyone could react, he had left and was running after Jayma, but she had already left the venue, and all he could see was her car driving away.
He returned to the backstage area, fuming, and grabbed Chrishell’s forearm.
“What the fuck was that?? I thought we were cool with each other, lately!!”
“We are! I was just making a joke!! Not my fault if your girlfriend can’t take a little kidding...”
“That was NOT kidding! And she’s not my girlfriend, she’s my fiancèe! Who I’m marrying in two months!”
“Just like you were marrying me in three? Before you slept with half of Broadway behind my back?”
“So this is revenge? Are you set to destroy my life?”
She sighed. “No, it’s not revenge. I was just... kidding...”
He gave her a stern look.
“Fine. I went a bit too far. Okay. I’m sorry...”
“I’m sorry for what I did back then, Chrishell. And you know it... but I really thought we were past it all.”
“We are. It’s just... seeing you all happy with her made me think back to what we could have had... and don’t, because you were an idiot. I’m sorry, though.” She looked at her watch. “It’s almost time for the show. Do you think she’ll be alright?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah. I’ll talk to her as soon as I’m done here.”
“I’m sorry. I went overboard. Do you want me to call her?”
He laughed bitterly. “I think you’ve done enough. Don’t expect a wedding invitation in the mail.”
He left her without another word, his only thought to get through the show as smoothly as possible and try and reach her, wherever she was, hoping she’d pick up her phone, unlike at that very moment.
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The show had been a blast, and the audience reaction priceless. If only he hadn’t kept looking for a red-head in the front row for fifty minutes straight, with no luck.
He walked backstage and wavered his way through the cheers and pats on the shoulder by his band and crew members, smiling and thanking everyone without really seeing them. After a hug with Marissa, he just looked at his friend Rick. “I have to go.”
“I’m surprised you’re still here, buddy.” Rick patted him on his back. “Go. I’ll explain to the others. Let me know how that goes.”
He nodded and thanked him, and sneaked out of the room before anyone could stop him.
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“Jayma?” Her car was not in the driveway, the house was dark. He raised his voice. “Jayma!! Are you here?”
He called her again on the phone. No answer. But no voicemail either, as it had been for the past half-hour. Could it be a good sign? He walked from room to room, his phone glued to his ear. She had to answer. Could she be that mad for Chrishell acting like that? Or was it the vows? Or just the stress of the wedding planning? But was it that stressful?
He reached their bedroom, and opened the drawer in his bedside table, taking out a white envelope.
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He had called all her girlfriends, trying not to sound too alarmed, acting as if Jayma had forgotten her phone somewhere. Though he figured nobody really bought it.
He got back to his car, wondering where the heck to go look for her, and started the engine, making a mental list of the places she could be.
As he was entering the Pacific Coast Highway a thought hit him. He drove for a little while, up to the beach where their first real date had taken place, so long ago, and sure enough, her car was parked right there, and he mentally kicked himself for not having thought of this place before calling half of Los Angeles. She always said the beach at night was her favorite place, to think, and to make out.
He stepped out of the car and carefully down the path that led to the shore, strangely deserted on a beautiful July night, frantically looking for her.
After a few silent moments, he heard a sniffling by the lifeguard house, and crossed the sand in a few strides. “Jay?”
She sniffled again. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you... baby, I’m so sorry.”
“What for?”
“To see you so upset.”
“You didn’t look that upset while she was coming on to you.”
“What? Are you serious?” His worry was fast shifting to anger.
“What? She was all over you!!”
“Jayma I swear to God, if I upset you for anything, I am here to talk about it and fix whatever it is. But DO NOT act like this to me.”
“Like what, exactly?” She was yelling, he was too.
“Like THIS!! Like you don’t trust me! Fuck, Jayma, I’ve been nothing but honest with you, from day one!! I’ve NEVER given you any reason to be jealous!”
“You were gonna marry HER!”
“So what? You married HIM!”
“You dreamt of starting a family with someone like her! Someone who gets her moves on an engaged guy! On MY guy!”
“If I’m YOUR guy, then why are you so unsure of us?? We’re supposed to get married! Is this gonna happen every time I meet an old girlfriend?”
“I’m not unsure of us”- she air-quoted the word- “but I guess you are!”
“What??”
“The VOWS, Matthew! You’re not comfortable sharing your feelings? Oh please!!” She waved around in the air, rambling. “Be honest and say you’re not sure of us!”
He backed up two steps, and stared at her for a long moment. She felt shrinking under his pained gaze. What had she just said? And why?
“Matty...” She reached to take his hand, but he retracted, and took something out of his back pocket.
“Here.” He held out the white envelope to her. “These are my vows.”
She just stared at him, bewildered. He continued, in a small voice.
“I wrote them on the night I proposed to you. After making love for so long, when you fell asleep beside me. I just wrote them.”
He waved the paper in front of her, but she just silently started to cry, and he stepped closer.
“I am a shy guy, Jayma. With feelings. I’m not shy with friends, and I’m not shy about sex. But I’ve been hurt, and I’ve hurt people so much. I am careful now.”
She didn’t reply, dabbing instead at her eyes with the back of her hand.
“What we have is so... special. So pure. I just... I’m not sure I can stand in front of other people and talk about it.” He got even closer, and caught a tear on her cheek with his thumb. “But if it’s so important to you, I’ll do it. But Jay,” she looked up at the change in his tone, “I need to know you trust me. We’ve already talked about this, but I need you to tell me that you trust me. Completely. Even if an ex-girlfriend acts like an idiot around me.”
She burst into louder tears, sobbing on his chest. He just ran a hand softly on her back.
“I’m so sorry.” Her words were muffled by his clothes. “I trust you, of course I do.” She looked up at him. “But the way some girls look at you some times...”
“Jay. We’ve already talked about this.” He sighed in frustration. “I love you. YOU. I could find a girl naked in my closet and would not care. Do you really think I’d do anything to hurt this? To hurt you?”
She shook her head firmly. “No, no, of course! It’s just...” She took a breath. “I know I was married, and I have no right to say this. But seeing you with her... I know-” she silenced him before he could reply- “It was nothing. But she’s so... tall, and with all that hair, and those boobs, my God, I just... I can’t compete.”
He chuckled, and she glared at him. What was so funny? Her skinny legs? Or her non-existent boobs?
“You’re right, you can’t compete.”
Her mouth fell open. What??
“Jay, there’s no competition. You win. Every. Single. Time.”
She exhaled deeply on his chest, and chuckled lightly. “Oh. Good.”
“Yeah. Good.” He waved the white envelope in front of her face again. “So? Do you want to read these now?”
“No. Keep them. I want to hear your voice when you read those to me.” She kissed his cheek. “If not in church, then on our first night as a married couple. Your call.”
He hugged her closer to his chest, and kissed her hair. “Ok. I’ll think about it. And now let’s go home, before Chrishell finds me here. She might have followed.” And laughing loudly he ran towards their parked cars, to avoid her slap aimed at his shoulder.
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Hope you enjoyed!
This story is about to come to a close. I'd love to know your thoughts on these final few chapters. :)
Author: emmaschuester
Pairing/Characters: Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harmless fun, no offence intended. Pure work of fiction.
Spoilers: None.
Summary/Author's Notes: new chapter! Enjoy.
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His phone chirped, and she lazily turned her head resting on his chest to see him reach for it and smile at the text message. She vaguely wondered who that might be, but he just stowed the device away, and resumed his tv surfing.
They had landed in LA that morning, after their stop in DC for the 4th of July concert, and they were enjoying a quiet night at home before his tour with NKOTBSB would begin, the following night.
Not five minutes later, another message, another smile and- she guessed- another answer on his part, and another silence for her.
She fidgeted with her hands, unsure as what to do. When his phone beeped for the third time, she finally took a deep breath and spoke.
"Someone's quite popular tonight."
He chucked. "Not really. Just a couple of texts..." he looked at her sideways. "From Chrishell. She's coming to the concert in Anaheim tomorrow night, she's a big boybands fan."
"...oh. I see." A big boybands fan. She narrowed her eyes. Of course.
"Yeah, she's bringing her little sister, I haven't seen her in ages, it's gonna be fun to see her all grown up!" He was grinning boyishly, and she felt a twinge of jealousy that she unsuccessfully tried to suppress. He had been engaged once before. He had thought he'd be spending his whole life with another woman...
Don't be an idiot, you've been married. You definitely thought you'd spend your life with someone else.
Taking a deep breath, she snuggled closer to him. He may have loved someone else, but now he was hers to keep. “So can we talk about the wedding for a second?”
He moved his gaze from the television screen to her face. “Sure.”
“I was thinking. Are we writing our vows? Or using the standard ones?”
He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable. “I don’t know. Do you want to? Write our own, I mean.”
“Do you?”
He looked at her for a second, noticing the edge in her voice. “I’m not sure I want to tell a room full of strangers how I feel about you, Jay.”
“Strangers? Matt, they’re our family and friends!”
“I know, that’s not what I meant. It’s just...” He sighed. This was becoming an argument he didn’t have the strength, nor the will to carry on. “You know I’m very reserved about my feelings. I’m not sure I can just talk about it so freely.” He took her hand, trying to soothe the mood. “Can we just talk about this another time?”
Her lips were pursed in a very thin line, and she wasn’t looking at him in the eyes. “Fine.”
He studied her for a while, as she flipped through the pages of a fashion magazine without really looking at them, and resolved to not touch the subject again for a little while. He wanted to use his own vows. So much. He knew what to say, or at least he had thought about it, a lot. But he wasn’t sure about reading them out loud. In front of other people.
He sighed silently, and caressed her hair softly. He knew she was annoyed at him and would be for a little while, and his behaviour around her- as if she was made of glass- was possibly annoying her even more.
“So is Chrishell dating anyone right now?”
The question came out of the blue, after a long stretch of silence, and he did his best not to sound startled. “I have no idea actually. I don’t think so.”
“Hm. Okay.”
“Why the question?”
“Nothing. She’s just been calling and texting a lot lately.”
“I wouldn’t say a lot... I told her I was joining the tour since I knew she’s a New Kids fan, and she texted me tonight.” He pulled away a little. “Is that a lot?”
“Guess not.”
“Jay? Is there anything you want to talk about?”
“Nope. I’m good.”
He sighed, and grabbed the remote to switch channels. It was going to be a long night.
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Sound check had been awesome, nobody could quite believe the size of the venue they were about to play. He usually didn’t let nerves get to him, but this was going to be huge.
He hopped off the stage, to find Jayma talking to his good friend Marissa Winokur. She hadn’t been able to come all the way to London, but had been ecstatic at the thought of seeing him live in California. It was great to have all his friends around him, supporting every step of his career, it meant more than he could express. Again. Could he ever express what he felt? Maybe he should take a class or something.
They hadn’t touched the vows subject any more the previous night, but he knew it was still very much on the front of her mind, and she wouldn’t just leave it hanging so easily.
He joined the conversation with his friends, taking Jayma’s hand. As they were talking, he was suddenly blinded by someone covering his eyes with their hands.
“Guess who?”
He instinctively reached to the hands on his face, wondering who had got the nerve to do that with Jayma right beside him, and then turned around.
“Chrishell. Hi!”
She leaned closer and threw her arms around his neck. “Hi Matty! It’s been, what? Almost a year?” She planted a kiss on his cheek, and he felt his face go red.
“Y...yeah, more or less.” He saw her little sister standing by and moved to greet her, hoping to shift the attention to something else.
“I came backstage now because I won’t be leaving after your part, we’re so excited to see NKOTBSB live!! Aren’t we??” She nudged her little sister and laughed. “But it’s so great you’re opening for them! Too bad about the solo tour.”
He shot her a dirty look. What game was she playing? Taking a step back, he entwined his hand in Jayma’s, who gripped on much tighter than usual. He suddenly noticed all his friends had gone silent too.
“Yeah. I’ll reschedule.” He cleared his throat and turned towards Jayma. “So I don’t think you two have met. Jayma, this is Chrishell Stause. Chrishell, this is my fiancèe, Jayma Mays.”
Jayma held out her right hand, with a dry “Pleasure,” but the other girl obliviously stepped closer.
“Oh hi, no we’ve never met!” She shook her hand for a bit too long. “So you two are getting hitched pretty soon, right? I remember what it felt like... as long as Matty here behaves this time around, right?” She laughed at her own joke, seemingly unaware of the embarrassed silence surrounding her, and then released Jayma’s hand to touch Matt’s arm. “But I’m sure he will, won’t you?” She squeezed. “Oh my, why didn’t you have these guns when we were together? I call dibs!!”
Matt looked horrified at her for a second, but then decided to laugh, trying to break the tension. “Not sure you can, sorry. My soon-to-be wife might not like that...” and he heard Jayma breathe a clear “Definitely.”
“Right, right. Just kidding. Who knows. maybe if things had gone as planned, you’d be lifting toddlers instead of weights right now, right?” She laughed again, and he felt Jayma’s hand leave his own, as she walked away, mumbling an “Excuse me.”
He felt rage overcoming his brain, and turned to his former fiancèe. “Are you out of your MIND??”
Before anyone could react, he had left and was running after Jayma, but she had already left the venue, and all he could see was her car driving away.
He returned to the backstage area, fuming, and grabbed Chrishell’s forearm.
“What the fuck was that?? I thought we were cool with each other, lately!!”
“We are! I was just making a joke!! Not my fault if your girlfriend can’t take a little kidding...”
“That was NOT kidding! And she’s not my girlfriend, she’s my fiancèe! Who I’m marrying in two months!”
“Just like you were marrying me in three? Before you slept with half of Broadway behind my back?”
“So this is revenge? Are you set to destroy my life?”
She sighed. “No, it’s not revenge. I was just... kidding...”
He gave her a stern look.
“Fine. I went a bit too far. Okay. I’m sorry...”
“I’m sorry for what I did back then, Chrishell. And you know it... but I really thought we were past it all.”
“We are. It’s just... seeing you all happy with her made me think back to what we could have had... and don’t, because you were an idiot. I’m sorry, though.” She looked at her watch. “It’s almost time for the show. Do you think she’ll be alright?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah. I’ll talk to her as soon as I’m done here.”
“I’m sorry. I went overboard. Do you want me to call her?”
He laughed bitterly. “I think you’ve done enough. Don’t expect a wedding invitation in the mail.”
He left her without another word, his only thought to get through the show as smoothly as possible and try and reach her, wherever she was, hoping she’d pick up her phone, unlike at that very moment.
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The show had been a blast, and the audience reaction priceless. If only he hadn’t kept looking for a red-head in the front row for fifty minutes straight, with no luck.
He walked backstage and wavered his way through the cheers and pats on the shoulder by his band and crew members, smiling and thanking everyone without really seeing them. After a hug with Marissa, he just looked at his friend Rick. “I have to go.”
“I’m surprised you’re still here, buddy.” Rick patted him on his back. “Go. I’ll explain to the others. Let me know how that goes.”
He nodded and thanked him, and sneaked out of the room before anyone could stop him.
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“Jayma?” Her car was not in the driveway, the house was dark. He raised his voice. “Jayma!! Are you here?”
He called her again on the phone. No answer. But no voicemail either, as it had been for the past half-hour. Could it be a good sign? He walked from room to room, his phone glued to his ear. She had to answer. Could she be that mad for Chrishell acting like that? Or was it the vows? Or just the stress of the wedding planning? But was it that stressful?
He reached their bedroom, and opened the drawer in his bedside table, taking out a white envelope.
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He had called all her girlfriends, trying not to sound too alarmed, acting as if Jayma had forgotten her phone somewhere. Though he figured nobody really bought it.
He got back to his car, wondering where the heck to go look for her, and started the engine, making a mental list of the places she could be.
As he was entering the Pacific Coast Highway a thought hit him. He drove for a little while, up to the beach where their first real date had taken place, so long ago, and sure enough, her car was parked right there, and he mentally kicked himself for not having thought of this place before calling half of Los Angeles. She always said the beach at night was her favorite place, to think, and to make out.
He stepped out of the car and carefully down the path that led to the shore, strangely deserted on a beautiful July night, frantically looking for her.
After a few silent moments, he heard a sniffling by the lifeguard house, and crossed the sand in a few strides. “Jay?”
She sniffled again. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you... baby, I’m so sorry.”
“What for?”
“To see you so upset.”
“You didn’t look that upset while she was coming on to you.”
“What? Are you serious?” His worry was fast shifting to anger.
“What? She was all over you!!”
“Jayma I swear to God, if I upset you for anything, I am here to talk about it and fix whatever it is. But DO NOT act like this to me.”
“Like what, exactly?” She was yelling, he was too.
“Like THIS!! Like you don’t trust me! Fuck, Jayma, I’ve been nothing but honest with you, from day one!! I’ve NEVER given you any reason to be jealous!”
“You were gonna marry HER!”
“So what? You married HIM!”
“You dreamt of starting a family with someone like her! Someone who gets her moves on an engaged guy! On MY guy!”
“If I’m YOUR guy, then why are you so unsure of us?? We’re supposed to get married! Is this gonna happen every time I meet an old girlfriend?”
“I’m not unsure of us”- she air-quoted the word- “but I guess you are!”
“What??”
“The VOWS, Matthew! You’re not comfortable sharing your feelings? Oh please!!” She waved around in the air, rambling. “Be honest and say you’re not sure of us!”
He backed up two steps, and stared at her for a long moment. She felt shrinking under his pained gaze. What had she just said? And why?
“Matty...” She reached to take his hand, but he retracted, and took something out of his back pocket.
“Here.” He held out the white envelope to her. “These are my vows.”
She just stared at him, bewildered. He continued, in a small voice.
“I wrote them on the night I proposed to you. After making love for so long, when you fell asleep beside me. I just wrote them.”
He waved the paper in front of her, but she just silently started to cry, and he stepped closer.
“I am a shy guy, Jayma. With feelings. I’m not shy with friends, and I’m not shy about sex. But I’ve been hurt, and I’ve hurt people so much. I am careful now.”
She didn’t reply, dabbing instead at her eyes with the back of her hand.
“What we have is so... special. So pure. I just... I’m not sure I can stand in front of other people and talk about it.” He got even closer, and caught a tear on her cheek with his thumb. “But if it’s so important to you, I’ll do it. But Jay,” she looked up at the change in his tone, “I need to know you trust me. We’ve already talked about this, but I need you to tell me that you trust me. Completely. Even if an ex-girlfriend acts like an idiot around me.”
She burst into louder tears, sobbing on his chest. He just ran a hand softly on her back.
“I’m so sorry.” Her words were muffled by his clothes. “I trust you, of course I do.” She looked up at him. “But the way some girls look at you some times...”
“Jay. We’ve already talked about this.” He sighed in frustration. “I love you. YOU. I could find a girl naked in my closet and would not care. Do you really think I’d do anything to hurt this? To hurt you?”
She shook her head firmly. “No, no, of course! It’s just...” She took a breath. “I know I was married, and I have no right to say this. But seeing you with her... I know-” she silenced him before he could reply- “It was nothing. But she’s so... tall, and with all that hair, and those boobs, my God, I just... I can’t compete.”
He chuckled, and she glared at him. What was so funny? Her skinny legs? Or her non-existent boobs?
“You’re right, you can’t compete.”
Her mouth fell open. What??
“Jay, there’s no competition. You win. Every. Single. Time.”
She exhaled deeply on his chest, and chuckled lightly. “Oh. Good.”
“Yeah. Good.” He waved the white envelope in front of her face again. “So? Do you want to read these now?”
“No. Keep them. I want to hear your voice when you read those to me.” She kissed his cheek. “If not in church, then on our first night as a married couple. Your call.”
He hugged her closer to his chest, and kissed her hair. “Ok. I’ll think about it. And now let’s go home, before Chrishell finds me here. She might have followed.” And laughing loudly he ran towards their parked cars, to avoid her slap aimed at his shoulder.
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Hope you enjoyed!
This story is about to come to a close. I'd love to know your thoughts on these final few chapters. :)