Kate Educates Jacob #62
The Greatest Day.
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Kate’s Point Of View
I lay diagonally on the bed, leaning my weight on both elbows while staring into Jacob’s relaxed, sleeping face. I smiled, stifling an excited giggle with a cupped hand, thanking my good fortune for the Universe choosing me to be his wife. He was a prize worthy of any woman, and I appreciated being her.
When I leaned forward and whispered, his nose twitched from the warmth of my breath.
“I’m thrilled, Jacob… that we get married today.”
“And I want you to know how deeply I love you.”
I kissed his forehead with the lightest tissue paper touch.
“Forever, Jacob… you and me.”
He stirred slowly, wrinkling a nose, stretching his head back before his eyes flickered, trying to open like a newborn kitten, almost awake. His skin felt soft when I stroked Jacob’s cheeks, and he looked relaxed.
“Hmmm. Please go on, Kate. I love it.”
“You heard me?”
“Of course. I always hear you.”
“That you do, honey. It’s time for you to leave, though, sweetheart.”
“You need our room?”
“Alicia and I need the room, to be precise.”
“I can’t wait to see you both dressed.”
“Soon, darling. I’ll be Mrs Granger Singleton in a few hours.”
“Thank you, Kate.”
“What for sweetheart?”
“For everything. I can’t imagine a day of my life without you being in it.”
I planted soft kisses on his cheeks and forehead, finally enjoying Jacob’s warm, yielding lips brushing against mine like two fine silks passing in the night. A quivering sensation in his fingertips when I entwined mine with his, confirmed I wasn’t the only one in a heightened state.
Jacob was excited, with enormously dilated pupils and a loving expression writ large on his face, radiating confidence to me.
“Everything is ready for you, Kate.”
“You’ve worked hard, I know that darling, and I appreciate it. All four of us are together this day in a fresh start that will last forever.”
He slipped out of bed from under the duvet, pulling on shorts and a t-shirt before waving cutely and closing our bedroom door. Jacob would visit Alicia, tell her I was getting ready, then join his father and Best Man, Claude, while his sister would join my mother and Claire, preparing to be my bridesmaids.
Ten minutes later, a polite knock on my bedroom door announced the arrival of my maid of honor. She grinned, ran over to me, and we hugged.
“Hello, Alicia.”
“I’m so excited.”
“Me too.”
“Am I old enough to be your maid of honor, Kate?”
“Will you help me dress?”
“Of course.”
“Stay with me all day and make sure I remember to eat?”
“Yes, and I’ll make sure you are always where you are meant to be, on time, looking pretty for Jacob.”
“Then you are old enough to be my maid of honor.”
I showered while Alicia prepared our dresses, shoes, and accessories, laying out or hanging everything neatly. Jacob bought me a rich Jasmine and Damask soap with a new natural sponge.
I shaved both legs twice, wanting to be alabaster smooth for my husband when I bedded him. I soaped my skin luxuriously, enjoying a rich lather before thoroughly rinsing under a steamy monsoon.
An angelic face appeared out of the steam, handing me a sublimely soft, plum-colored bath sheet crafted from plush cotton with rounded edges and finished with gold piping. I wrapped myself, pausing to grin at my able assistant.
“Hello, my dear.”
“Your hairdresser has arrived, Kate.”
“Bring her into our bedroom in ten minutes, sweetheart.”
Jacob had enjoyed three sets of my wedding lingerie a little too much, so I bought a set he knew nothing about. I slipped on my Foxie full brief and bra set from Agent Provocateur. It was a tale of contrasts: delicately pretty leavers lace overlaid with angular PVC detailing. My fiancee deserved to enjoy removing the deliciously kinky and elegantly luxe set with suggestive straps and see-through tulle that spoke to my adventurous side.
Alicia gawped at my semi-naked body, then handed me a bathrobe to cover myself while having my hair dried and styled. She was attentive, supportive, and all I could hope for a daughter to be.
My wedding dress was an elegant column gown made of stretch silk satin with a sheer draped high neck and a corset framed by mini-tailored silk cap sleeves with 3D silver lace appliqués applied in beautiful lines.
https://www.galialahav.com/bridal/couture/make-a-scene/miranda
The gown split up one leg to my waist with a trailing puddle of satin on the floor that I or Alicia could easily handle. She dressed excitedly, smoothing the satin fabric that was precisely a color match for mine.
I was pleased when examining our result in the mirror, admiring Aicia’s natural beauty, hair styled like mine, and a light white satin knee-length gown that billowed out from her waist.
“We’re ready, daughter.”
“I’m nervous, Kate.”
“Me too. I have no idea what Jacob planned.”
Mom, my sister Claire, and Jacob’s sister Carrie waited outside my bedroom door, grinning. They looked beautiful, each with their hair put up while mine and Alicia’s tumbled in cascading curls down our backs. I’d chosen a light baby blue color for their dresses, and we all wore matching Christian Louboutin white heels with red soles, my gift to them.
“These shoes are from the Kate collection.”
“Yes, Mom. I was surprised myself.”
“Thank god… for a moment, I thought you’d commissioned them.”
“Jesus, Mom, what do you take me for? Have you all brought sneakers for the walk-in?”
“Yes, but what’s that all about, Kate?”
“No idea, Carrie. He’s your brother, and he was adamant we all wear a pair and carry our heels.”
My bridesmaid group nodded, smiled, and we exchanged kisses and pleasantries. Claire and I had never been close, but the arrival of Alicia was changing that slowly, with my sister often seeking my adopted daughter’s company, particularly at the stables.
Outside the house, two pristine black Cadillac Escalades waited, preparing to take us to Chester’s Point. I was surprised to meet nobody along the route, guessing few from the town had accepted the offer to join in our special day.
When the SUV halted half a mile shy of Chester’s Point, four mid-teenage boys opened our doors, holding out their hands to help my bridal party descend onto the dry, grassy floor.
They dressed in tuxedos and had scattered rose petals at our feet. Their turnout was excellent, each wearing shoes so highly polished I saw my reflection.
“Are you handsome young men here to escort me?”
“Yes, Miss. Granger. Jacob asked we stay with you and help.”
I handed my bouquet to Alicia and my shoes to one of the handsome boys, then lifted my dress train and wrapped it loosely around my legs, closing the split from my heels to my waist. Soon, the boys were fully loaded with heels, bags, and colorful floral posies, grinning excitedly, raising the buzz around my ever-growing wedding party.
“Lead on, please.”
As we advanced with the boys in front, they beckoned to the trees, and I wondered why. Soon, grinning faces emerged as I walked past them, and well-wishers joined my party.
“Hi, Kate.”
“Good luck, Kate.
“You look beautiful, Kate.”
They piled out of the woods by the dozen; then more came until hundreds, possibly more than a thousand local well-wishers, filed in behind me, following the bride, chattering excitedly, joyfully even, lifting my soul.
I glanced backward and saw a sea of smiling, positive expressions following. Tears of joy filled my eyes, and I realized Jacob had been busy rallying the town, organizing and making for a very original bridal journey. My Mom sidled up beside me, linking her arm through mine.
“Your fiancee did well. This feels incredible.”
“Jacob always surprises in the most extraordinary ways, Mom. He’s a gift from heaven to me.”
“As you are to him, sweetheart.”
“I feel like a whole town is helping give me to him.”
“I imagine that’s what he wanted.”
As we closed in on Chester’s Point, I saw that the large clearing had been thoroughly cleaned. Jacob had every shrub and tree pruned and the grass mowed until it was the most beautiful wedding venue I could imagine.
Snow-capped peaks in the distance provided a backstop to the valley below that was carpeted in a blue/green pine forest. I saw white satin bows tied along a corridor that led to where a man stood alone on the edge of a cliff, bathed in sunlight.
“Jacob is a beautiful man, Mom.”
“Especially in a tuxedo.”
I paused at the forest edge, one hundred meters from my beloved, scanning the empty clearing. Our guests stood to my left and right, standing twenty meters deep in the forest for as far as I could see along it in either direction. A horde of well-wishers stood behind me, but nobody moved into the clear space in front.
One young boy turned to me, smiling angelically.
“Jacob respectfully requests that you and Alicia meet him alone, please.”
“Of course.”
My heart thumped like a thoroughbred horse crossing the Derby finishing line. I saw stars for a moment, felt dizzy, then gathered myself, smiling at the man in the distance who waved as though welcoming me home after weeks apart.
A small hand slipped into mine, squeezing tightly.
“Let’s go, Kate.”
“Jacob looks so beautiful.”
“Can we go and see him, please?”
“Yes, of course, Alicia. We must.”
I was in a romantic dream, stepping out into the light, holding my dress while Alicia carried my floral bouquet and a pair of shoes, still holding my hand. Nobody followed, and somehow, more than a thousand people kept silent.
A light, cooling breeze swept across me, gently wafting my hair, cooling my nerves as I stepped inexorably toward my husband-to-be.
“Do I look okay, Alicia?”
“Like an angel.”
I moved slowly, enjoying the tension and immense glowing love emblazoned on Jacob’s face. He was an adorable puppy, and I wanted to remember that look he gave me for the rest of my life.
I sensed a woman moving erratically nearby and glanced, seeing her skipping, sometimes jumping around, taking photographs. Alicia and I reached a highly polished wooden platform with two steps and paused.
My sneakers were discarded, and I stepped into heels, taking my bouquet in both hands. I gazed at my beloved Jacob, who waved at me, then our daughter, seeming for all the world like the boy who only had eyes for his girl despite the crowd barely holding themselves back.
When I reached him, Jacob took my hand, kissed its back, then kissed Alicia on the cheek. She withdrew discretely, giving Jacob and me absolute privacy, obviously choreographed.
I gasped when my husband-to-be kneeled before me, taking one hand and staring up adoringly.
“What are you doing, Jacob?”
“It’s a small and essential addition to our vows.”
“Are our vows a problem?”
“Only you wanted me to remove the ‘obey’ part.”
“I don’t want people to talk about you, darling. Our privacy is essential.”
“I don’t care about what people think, Kate. I only want to say these words to reveal the truth in my heart.”
“Go ahead, my darling.”
Jacob looked adorable, and I could refuse him nothing. Whatever he had to say would only be composed to make me happy.
“How lucky am I to call you my wife after this day, Kate? Through good times and bad, I will love you forever.”
“Oh, Jacob, I love you too.”
“Today, as it has been since we met, I promise to obey your every wish.”
“Your loyalty has never been in question, sweet Jacob, and it shall be returned to you with all the love I can muster, forever.”
I hadn’t wanted to ridicule my husband with vows requiring his obedience to me. It wasn’t necessary because we fit seamlessly together. No labels were needed, just an infinite measure of love and happiness.
He stood up, stared lovingly into my eyes, and held both my hands in his.
“Shall we summon the crowd?”
“How will you do that?”
“Raise your right hand and let the games begin.”
I never averted my eyes from Jacob’s when raising an arm high, but when rapturous applause and loud chattering began, we both looked to the forest tree line and saw my bridal party step forward in perfect line abreast formation. When they reached the wooden stage, a priest stood before Jacob and me while thousands of people poured out of the forest, joining our big day.
“The whole town came, after all, Jacob.”
“Of course they did, Kate. Who doesn’t like a wedding, and who could refuse Joe?”
“They look so happy for us.”
I saw the children from Alicia’s school, my family and friends, joined by people I’d worked with years ago and the town locals. I waved at Henry, his son Greg, Isabelle, and Tiffany, who formed a group, casually hanging out near a tree, waving enthusiastically, holding phones aloft to record our big day.
People waved and smiled, stopping short of the stage, except for my wedding party and the gorgeous Frenchman who joined my Jacob.
Our priest called the service to order, and somewhere, a piano accompanied a singer leading the massive all-town and family choir in my favorite hymn, Abide With Me. When the hymn ended, a stunning silence fell across our clearing.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered today in the sight of god to bear witness to the marriage of this woman and man in holy matrimony.”
I couldn’t stop grinning at Jacob, holding his fingers in mine, rubbing my thumb on the back of his hand. The priest’s words had a deep meaning, but I could only feel constant joy while glancing at the man who chose me to spend the rest of his life with.
“What therefore God hath joined together, let no person put asunder.”
When Jacob kissed me, raucous cheering rose on pillows of rapturous applause as our wedding crowd erupted. He held me gently, with a palm pressed into the small of my back while the other held my free hand. My arm wrapped around his neck, and I pulled my husband closer.
“Kiss me, husband.”
“Always your wish is my command, dearest wife.”
His lips trembled, conveying the love of a great man who would forever dedicate himself as my life partner. At that moment, I had no doubts my marriage would prevail because we were perfectly suited.
“I’ll love you forever, Jacob.”
I heard the piano introducing a song by Ed Sheeran. My head snapped toward Jacob.
“They’re playing perfect, Jacob.”
“That they are darling, Kate.”
Violins joined in, and I scanned the crowd, picking out four musicians playing. Suddenly, a flute joined in, then three oboes, a saxophone, and more musicians appeared, pockmarked through the crowd.
“Oh wow, Jacob. A flashmob for our wedding?”
“Kate’s flashmob.”
My wedding party formed a large circle around us, and Jacob stepped closer.
“Will you dance with me, Mrs. Granger Singleton?”
“Forever, Mr. Granger Singleton.”
He swept me off my feet, and we spun, two lovers as one, circling inside my guard on the dance floor for the rest of our lives. The crowd went wild, screaming, whistling, and shouting love and best wishes.
“You must have practiced in secret for weeks.”
“This is just the start of our party, Kate.”
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OMG, I loved this so much!! I’m more and more impressed with Kate’s parenting skills as the story progresses. That she made Alicia an important part of the wedding was absolutely fantastic! That kid will never forget that day. Hell, that smart little shit would not have forgotten it anyway! lol Jacob did a fabulous job ensuring that day would be more then Kate could ever have dreamed. (Dreamt?) That’s a man not afraid to show he’s crazy in love with his life partner. A strong man for sure! Kate being absolutely ga-ga about Jacob proves that a female led relationship doesn’t mean she’s a bitch and he’s a wimp. Not at all! Well done, Kate!!
A website picture of the dress. Well conceived. Everyone loves a happy wedding.