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DAVID
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I’M STANDING NEXT TO my dad, and I can’t seem to stand still. Always waiting on this woman, and I will happily do it every day of forever. Today is the happiest day of my life; my sweet Ivy agreed to marry me, to be my wife, the keeper of my heart and soul, and in turn, she will trust me with hers.
Her, my mom, and Brian went wedding dress shopping yesterday. We wanted to keep it quiet, so I pulled a few strings by saying a family member was getting married. Ivy gave my mom an idea of what she wanted, and my mom had twenty dresses set aside in a private room for the three of them. My mom says Ivy fell in love with the third one she tried on.
Kevin went with my dad and me to set up some last-minute things for Ivy and run some errands for my mom, like picking up the flowers and a small cake. My mom did an amazing job setting up this back part of the garden for the wedding.
I’m taking it all in when I see Ivy and Brian walk out of the house, and I can’t breathe. She is in the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. Tight at the top and loose and flowy at the bottom and only a small amount of tulle, but what I love is the lace all over and how it flows into a short train. Her hair is done in a hairstyle that I recognize from her time. It’s curled and pulled over one side of her shoulders. She looks like an angel, and I’ve never seen her more beautiful.
I don’t even realize I’m crying until she is in front of me and reaches up to wipe my tears away.
“Ivy, my sweet Ivy, you look so beautiful it hurts to breathe.”
“This this how I will always remember you. The look on your face, the tears in your eyes, and how incredibly sexy you look in this suit,” she says. I’ve heard the camera’s shutter, so I know my mom has taken a few photos. Then my dad performs the ceremony, and we say our vows.
I slip her wedding ring on. It’s a simple band with a swirl design and a few diamonds. Then she slips my wedding ring on with the same swirl design. I vow to her and myself that no matter what comes our way, I will never take this ring off.
We spend some time celebrating with our family. There are a beautiful cake and my mom’s amazing cooking. My mom keeps taking photos of Ivy and me, and I can’t wait to get my hands on them. We celebrate until the sun goes down. My mom and dad eventually head back to the cottage, and Brian and Kevin head to their room.
I can’t seem to keep my hands off her, but when we get to our room, she pulls back.
“I want to give you your wedding presents first.”
I nod, getting a little choked up and nervous about the ones I have for her.
She goes into her bag and pulls out a small box the size of a shoebox. She seems a little nervous, so I know this means a lot to her. She hands me the box, and I open it.
“These are all the letters I wrote to you when you were overseas.”
I get choked up and kiss her, but then I laugh.
I hand her a box too. “I guess we had the same idea.” The box is full of letters I wrote to her. There is one from almost every night.
She smiles. “I’m going to save these to read until I get home.” I agree to do the same.
She reaches into her bag again and pulls out a flat item covered in what looks like a potato sack. She hands it to me, and when I open it, I tear up and start shaking. It’s the perfect gift she could have ever given me.
On a piece of painted wood is hand-drawn wording that I can’t stop staring at. “David and Ivy Miller” and at the bottom “est. 1960.”
“This is the closest I could get to taking your last name.”
“It’s perfect, so perfect, and I will hang it in here next to some photos of us,” I whisper, and she leans in and kisses me so tenderly my eyes tear up again. I am always crying around this woman. Only for her.
I pull out my second gift to her. It’s the cake photo she loves, and I framed it for her. Pointing at the nightstand, I show her I have a matching one there.
This time, her eyes water. “I have one last gift for you.”
“Beautiful, this is too much. You have given me the best wedding gifts possible.”
She has a wicked smile on her face. “Oh, this one is just as much for me as it is for you.” She turns around so her back is facing me, and says, “But you have to unwrap it first.”
I’m instantly hard and can’t unbutton her dress fast enough. I have to see what she has on under it.
When I’m done with the last button, she turns back to face me. Taking a deep breath, she lets the dress fall to the ground.
For the first time ever, I come in my pants without so much as a touch. My orgasm is short and almost buckles my knees. After a minute, I can fully take her in.
Under her dress is the sexiest white lingerie I’ve ever seen. I’m sure this is from her time because I don’t think they make anything like it now. She is in a sexy tight white bra covered in lace, and I can see the outline of her nipples through the bra, and it’s trimmed in the same color blue as my car.
I run my eyes down her body and stop on the barely-there white lace panties. She turns to show me what she calls a thong. It frames her luscious ass perfectly. Fuck, I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my life.
As she steps out of the dress, I walk toward her and lean in to kiss her. She instantly takes control of the kiss, and I’m happy to let her. She pushes me backward a bit and only breaks the kiss to take my shirt off. I unbutton my pants, and as they fall to the ground, she keeps pushing me backward.
The couch in our room hits the back of my legs, and she pauses long enough to pull my underwear down and then pushes me down on the couch, giving me another up-close look at her, and my god, I will never forget this sight for as long as I live. When we are apart, I know this is the image I’ll think of when my fist is doing a poor job of fucking my cock.
Ivy still has on her sexy outfit when she gets on her knees in front of me. I try to pull her onto my lap. “It’s your turn to come, beautiful.”
She shakes her head. “All still a part of your wedding present, so sit back and enjoy, baby.”
Then her mouth is on my cock, and I toss my head back as my hips buck into her mouth. I could come again already, but I fight for control because I want to enjoy this. The head of my cock hits the back of her throat, and my hips jerk again. She slides her mouth back up my shaft, and her tongue slides on the bottom of my cock.
I groan. “Ivy, my sweet Ivy, your mouth feels so good, beautiful. Oh, god, I’m so close.” I clench my jaw. Then she starts sucking harder, and she tugs at my balls. My hips jerk again, and I’m coming down the back of her throat, screaming her name as my hips buck out of control.
Once I’m done, she gives my cock one more hard suck before letting it slip out of her mouth and looking up at me.
“Fuck, beautiful girl, that was amazing. Thank you for that.”
With a smile, she stands and then sits down to straddle me. She kisses me as I run my hands up and down her sides. Even after two orgasms, just being able to touch her like this is getting me hard and ready for her again. After a few minutes of kissing, she reaches down and moves the scrap of fabric doubling as her panties to the side and slides down my cock slowly. I have to grip the side of the couch so as not to grab her hips and slam into her.
She is enjoying being in charge tonight. I see it on her face, and I want to give her this. When she’s fully seated on my cock, she leans down and kisses me again, and she tightens her pussy around me. “Fuck, baby, that tight pussy of yours has a death grip on me!” I groan out.
She slides up and down my cock slowly. “Baby, you feel so good. I can feel every inch of you in me. And ... ahhh,” she moans against my neck. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her as close to me as possible, not wanting an inch of space between us.
I angle my hips to hit her clit on every thrust, and then she tenses up and shatters around me. Her pussy locks on to my cock and pulses, and my climax crashes into me. I yell out her name and come deep inside her.
At that moment, I wish so badly my seed would take hold and give us a child. I want that with her, a piece of us, but I could never leave her to raise that baby alone. Since neither of us can spend more than a few weeks in either time, how would that be fair?
***
THE NEXT DAY, BRIAN and Kevin say they are going to explore Nashville before heading home that night, and I take Ivy on our honeymoon. We get the airport, and we head toward a private plane a friend of mine is letting us borrow. Ivy loves it, and I love that on the several-hour ride, I got to have her three times. Ivy made some joke about officially being members of the mile-high club now.
I take her to Hawaii just as I promised I would. I rented a private cottage on the beach and a car for us to get around in. We spend a week making love and visiting many of the sights that she has always dreamed of. Then we flew to California because my girl wanted to go to Yosemite National Park and see the Wawona Tree. It’s a massive tree carved out where we can drive through it. We are even able to get our photo taken by a sweet couple with the car under the tree and us leaning on the front of the car.
Ivy tells me that tree will fall in 1969 in a bad storm, just nine years from now. We then drive to Calaveras State Park and see the Pioneer Cabin Tree, a smaller version of the Wawona, and we get our photo taken there too. I love seeing her face when she gets to see something she never would be able to in her time. There is no greater feeling than being able to provide that for her. I’ve been wearing a disguise most of the honeymoon, and we haven’t been recognized, so it’s been our heaven.
We are now in Maryland sitting at a park watching a couple with a newborn baby. My Ivy has tears in her eyes, and it’s not from the baby they are playing with. The couple is her grandparents, who raised her and have since passed in her time, and the baby is her father.
We are sitting on a bench, and I have one arm around her and the other in my lap. I’m holding her hand, running my thumb over her wedding ring. I do this because I still can’t believe she is mine, and that she’s here. I just need that reassurance that it’s real.
Her grandparents get up and walk by us, and her grandmother notices the tears and sees the wedding rings. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You will have your own soon. It can take time.”
Ivy smiles. “Oh, we just got married. I just thought it was so sweet to see you two playing with your son like that. I don’t think my parents even cared enough to, and I can’t wait to do it with my kids.”
“Oh, sweetheart, how long are you two in town for?” her grandmother asks.
“We leave tomorrow. We have to get back home,” she says.
Her grandma looks over at her grandpa, then looks at me again. I know then she recognizes me.
“Well, if you don’t have plans, I’d love to have you over for dinner,” her grandma says.
Ivy takes a shaky breath and looks at me. I know she wants to, but she’s scared I’ll be recognized.
“We’d love to,” I say since I know they already know who I am. Ivy’s eyes get big.
“We are that red car there. Would you like to follow us over? I have a roast in the oven now,” her grandma says.
I smile. “Sounds perfect.”
Ivy and I get in our car, and I follow them while Ivy lays into me.
“What are you thinking? They will recognize you if they haven’t already. Oh god, David, we are in so much trouble! They never once mentioned having dinner with you! We can’t change history!”
“Yes, she recognizes me, but I also know how much having this time with them means to you, so I think it’s worth it.” I won’t admit I wasn’t thinking about history and send up a silent prayer that this doesn’t blow up in our faces.
Ivy groans. “Oh god, she said she has a roast in the oven. It’s fate. I love this recipe so damn much, but I never got it from her before she died.”
I can’t help but smile. This honeymoon has been perfect.
After pulling into the drive behind her grandparents, we follow them inside. I watch as Ivy takes in everything in the house. She lingers on a few items, so I know she remembers them.
They go to put their son, Ivy’s dad, in his crib for a nap.
I walk beside her, and whisper in her ear, “Is this the house they raised you in?”
“Yeah, almost everything is in the same place too,” she whispers back, but I can still hear the emotion in her voice.
They join us in the living room, and we all sit down. After a moment of silence, I take a deep breath and take my sunglasses off. “I know you guys know who I am, but I’m asking please not to make this public. We aren’t legally married, and the press doesn’t know about Ivy,” I say.
Her grandparents and Ivy look at me.
“Well, first, you should call me John, and this is my wife, Cecille. You can trust we won't say anything,” he says.
Ivy looks at them with tears in her eyes again. “My parents... weren’t great, and they had me at home and never filed the paperwork. I had no idea until we tried to get married, and there is no record of me. We are working on it, but for now, we had our own ceremony with vows, the dress, and just a few family members.”
John and Cecille nod. It’s the best way to make them understand, but I know when the news of Anna and me getting married breaks, I’ll have to come back and set things straight with them. For Ivy.
We talk for a bit, and Ivy has questions and listens to stories I know she has heard before. I share stories with them from touring and my music. When her grandmother goes to the kitchen to finish making dinner, Ivy goes with her. I know she is excited to cook with her again. I watch her walking into the kitchen with the biggest smile on her face, and I know I’m wearing one too.
“You love that girl, don’t you?” John says.
“Yes, sir, with all my heart. If she asked me to give all this up today, I wouldn’t even think twice. I’d be done.”
John looks at me for a minute. “But she hasn’t asked?”
“No, and she won't. Ivy always reminds me my fans are why I am able to do what I do. She encourages me to sign autographs and take photos and talk with them and is content to watch from the background.”
John nods. “You know, when I saw you two, I had to do a double take because she is the spitting image of my mother. What is her last name?”
I think quickly, knowing I can't tell him the truth, and say, “Vaughn,” giving him my aunt's maiden name.
“Are you having a lot of trouble getting the paperwork done for her?” he asks.
“I’m sure I wouldn’t if I put my name to it, but she wants to do this quietly. She doesn’t want to alert her family of where she is just yet. I guess you can say it’s a bit complicated.”
We sit down for dinner, and Ivy was right. This roast is amazing. She has this dreamy look on her face all through dinner as we talk about anything and everything. After dinner, she walks over to a table in the entryway and stares at it. John notices and tells her the story about how his mom saw it in a store and wanted it. His dad picked up odd jobs and saved up to get it for their anniversary.
Cecille hands Ivy the recipe for the roast and gives us both big hugs.
“Come back anytime. No notice is needed,” Cecille says, and John agrees.
We get in the car, and we make it down the street before Ivy bursts into tears. I drive back to the hotel, rubbing her back. When we park, she is still crying, so I pull her onto my lap.
“That was the best thing anyone could ever do for me,” she says. “Thank you, David. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, beautiful. You are my whole world.” I put on my hat and sunglasses and get the room key and then carry her to our room.
We spend the night making love.
***
THE NEXT DAY, WE GET back to Ivy Hill. On the flight, Ivy tells me stories from her grandparents and of her childhood. She avoids her parents, and I won’t force the subject just yet. I know they are dead, and knowing they can’t hurt her is all I need.
I also ask her who else she wants to meet or talk to or see that she can’t now, and she gets a wicked smile and says Johnny Cash. I let out a growl, and she laughs.
“He’s not my type, baby, but I love his music, and his and June’s story too. I’d love to hear him sing in person. He died before I could go to a concert of his.”
I agree to make it happen.
“There is one more thing.”
“Name it, and it’s yours.”
“There is a photo of your time in the Army. You’re sitting on a stool in uniform, playing the guitar, and you are looking off to the side?”
I nod, remembering that day.
“I want that picture blown up and framed to be placed in Ivy Hill.”
“Done.” I smile. My girl is easy to please.
When we get home, the picture of me eating my birthday cake a few weeks earlier is waiting in our room. I stare at it, and I know why she loves it. The look I was giving her is like I was fucking her with my eyes. She shows me where on the wall she wants it hung, and I make it happen.
We have one week left together, and I try not to think about that and just live in the moment. I take her out to dinner twice, and we do some shopping. We spend the days out by the pool and make love on every surface of the house again.
