BEEP, BEEP, BEEP…My eyes still shut

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP…
My eyes still shut, I listened, focusing on my surroundings, as I felt the sheets, smelled the air, and did my mental checklist.
“Oh my God, Lailah! Turn off that damn alarm!” Jude mumbled.
I laughed, remembering exactly why I’d stopped doing the mental checklist a long time ago.
There was no need.
Every morning, I awoke in the same place.
Home.
It didn’t matter if we were in our high-rise Manhattan apartment or in a hotel room on the California coast. The man next to me would always be the only home I ever needed.
I opened my eyes to find Jude buried under our covers with his pillow firmly covering his head.
“You know, you could turn it off,” I suggested with a smirk.
The pillow lifted, and I saw his doubtful expression change as he looked over at the alarm clock on my side of the bed. A wicked grin crossed his face as he suddenly sprang, pinning me underneath him, while he reached across to cease the loud beeping. His hard naked chest brushed against mine, and I felt my nipples pebble instantly.
“That was an excellent idea,” he said, surveying his new view like a king.
“It’s never good to be lazy,” I whispered.
His mouth took mine. My hands dived into his short hair as my legs wrapped around his waist.
An hour later, he’d thoroughly proven just how necessary alarm clocks were.
I raced around our hotel room, looking for my lost shoe.
“This is all your fault!” I yelled, pushing my head under the bed in search of the long-lost nude pump.
“You weren’t complaining last night,” he scoffed. “In fact, I seem to remember something along the lines of, ‘Oh God, Jude, never stop…please never stop.’ Can’t blame a guy for trying to follow directions.”
My head reappeared from the lower recess of the bed, and as I stood, I turned away to try to hide the blush he’d caused. I felt his tender touch wrap around my waist as he turned me around.
“I love seeing that. Don’t ever hide it.” He smiled, brushing his thumb down my reddened cheek.
“I can’t find my shoe,” I said with a pout.
His smile widened as his eyes narrowed in on my bottom lip.
“Focus, tiger.” I laughed. “Shoe. Me. Need it.”
“Right,” he answered. “Okay, one shoe coming up!”
After ten minutes, he was on the bed with his shoulders slumped in apparent defeat. “Are you sure you can’t just go barefoot?”
I gave him a hard stare.
He shook his head, lifting his hands in surrender. “Okay, give me the shoe.”
I handed him the left shoe, and I watched him walk to the hotel phone. He punched a single digit and waited.
“Hi, yes. I need someone to go retrieve some shoes for me—and fast. Size seven and a half. Nude. Maybe a two- or three-inch heel?” He looked up at me for confirmation.
My dumbstruck face just nodded.
“Good. Thanks.”
“Oh my God, what did you just do?” I asked, laughing.
“I used the benefits of this ridiculously expensive hotel.”
“That was like watching a deleted scene of Pretty Woman.”
“Except?” He moved from the bed and stalked forward.
“Except you’re way hotter,” I answered.
“Good answer.” He stopped himself several steps from me and turned back around. “If I touch you again, we’re never going to make it there on time.”
“Well then, stay over there. If we’re late again, Grace will kill us.”
“It was the rehearsal dinner. It wasn’t even the rehearsal, and it was, like, five minutes.” He waved a flippant hand as he slumped down in the desk chair and began to tie the silk tie around his neck.
I went into the bathroom and finished curling my hair, loving the way the soft coils tumbled down my back. Taking a new interest in clothing and makeup, I’d turned into quite the girl since my recovery. Grace had been thrilled, constantly emailing me sales and brands she loved.
Being in the hospital, I’d never had an opportunity to dress myself the way I’d wanted. Everything was made for comfort, and although I still loved my sweats and yoga pants, I enjoyed dressing up for an evening out. This body of mine had been through the ringer, and it had always been something I was proud of, just not particularly interested in adorning it.
Now, I was proud and showing it.
I finished attaching the back of the diamond earrings Jude had bought me several months earlier, and I looked at myself in the mirror one last time just as a knock came to the front door of our hotel room.
That couldn’t possibly be the shoes.
“Hey, angel, your shoes are here!” Jude called from the other room.
I walked out and found a stack of shoes at least six boxes high.
“Holy crap,” I said, gazing up at the display.
“Well, with sizing difference, I wanted to make sure you had options. So, pick what you want to wear now, and keep the rest.”
I tried not to let the designer labels deter me.
The second day I had been in New York, he had taken me shopping. I’d nearly had a stroke, short-circuiting that brand-new heart of mine, when I came in contact with some of the price tags I’d been handed.
Money was part of Jude’s life now. It had taken him a while to adjust again after living with so little for so long, but now, he had a different outlook on all of it.
It was a gift, and he enjoyed sharing it, especially with me.
Finding him in a pair of jeans and a ratty old T-shirt on the weekends still made my heart flip-flop, but I would trade a pair of scrubs for a suit any day.
That man was made for suits.
When he’d insisted on paying for my tuition, I’d fought him on it. It had been one epic battle. Eventually, he’d won out, arguing that I would never be able to work as a counselor without a degree. I’d finally decided my life calling was to help those out there like me—the people who felt cheated and hopeless because they were born different from the rest of the world. I’d had an amazing counselor when I was younger, and I hoped I could make that kind of impact on someone else’s life one day. It was a long ways off, but someday, I’d get there. I had originally planned on working to pay off my tuition. I could also have taken loans and found scholarships. Jude had given me a firm no to all of that.
“Go work at McDonald’s, for all I care, but do it only if that’s what you really want to do,” he’d said. “You’ve spent your entire life buried. Now, it’s your time to finally do whatever it is that makes you happy. Go to school, Lailah. Be whatever it is that you’re destined to be.”
I had nothing but time now, and what an amazing gift it was.
Time was not our friend this morning though, and I quickly made a decision, picking a pair of peep-toe pumps similar to the ones I had packed—or I thought I had packed.
We raced out the door and prayed traffic would be in our favor as we drove toward the sandy beach.
What a beautiful day for a wedding.
 
 

 
“See? Right on time,” I said as we pulled the rental car into a parking spot along the boardwalk.
Looking out at the water’s edge, Lailah’s eyes searched around until she spotted the small gathering of white chairs, and she smiled. “There it is,” she said.
“I really wish they had let us help set up last night,” I replied.
I jumped out of the car to grab her door. If I wasn’t quick about it, she always beat me to it. She’d roll her eyes when I did this, but I thought she secretly loved it. A faint blush would blot her cheeks as she exited, and that was exactly why I kept doing it.
“Might want to take those shoes off when we get to the sand,” I suggested as we walked arm in arm toward the stairs leading down to the sand below.
“Oh, good call.” She bent down and slipped them off, exposing her cotton-candy pink toes. “I wonder if I should go check on her.” She looked back at the hotel behind us.
“You’re here!” a bubbly voice cried, running up to steal a hug.
“Your belly!” Lailah exclaimed, looking down at the tiny round belly of her best friend.
“I’m finally showing!” she squealed, running her hands over her enlarged stomach.
Lailah laughed, placing her hands over Grace’s.
“I think you might be the only woman on the planet who was upset about not getting a belly right away.”
Grace’s eyes twinkled as Brian, her husband, came and joined us.
He wrapped his arm around her waist. “She wanted to go shopping for maternity clothes the second the stick turned pink.”
I watched as Lailah shook her head, laughing.
“That sounds like you,” Lailah said.
Grace was only four months along, and her little belly was on perfect display in her gauzy floral dress. I had no doubts she’d bought it three months ago just for the occasion. That woman was a planner.
After some long overdue catching up, we were told to take our seats.
Lailah and I excused ourselves and walked to the front as the minister joined us.
“I can’t believe this day is actually here,” Lailah said softly in my ear.
We all turned, Marcus came to join us.
I gave him a brief nod and grinned. “It’s about time.”
His gaze warmed, and I felt his hand cup mine. Looking down, I watched him drop a sleek white gold band into my palm.
“Can’t be the best man without that,” he said. “I wouldn’t be here without you, J-Man.”
“Maybe not today, but it would have happened eventually.”
My hand closed tightly around the cool metal band just as the music began to play softly in the background. I took once quick glance toward Lailah and caught her gaze. She smiled, clutching the small bouquet of sunflowers in her hand that Grace handed to her at the very last moment.
We both turned just in time to see Molly making her way down the sand. I heard Marcus’s breath catch as he first caught sight of his bride.
Her hair was braided beautifully down her back, and her simple ivory gown made her look sophisticated and regal. As she slowly moved forward to the front, she passed the intimate gathering of friends and family. Then, the entire world seemed to melt away as Marcus and Molly took each other’s hands.
All I could see was Lailah.
As the minister spoke words of love and eternal commitment,