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“Yes, sir.” I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck as he wraps his strong body around mine. He holds me close, thrusting inside me. His cock stretches and fills me. It feels so good, making my eyes close and my back arch.
He’s kissing my cheek, nuzzling his face in my hair. “I’m sorry I freaked out. It’s your hair. You should have it how you like.”
I gasp as he goes deeper. “Thanks. I hate the idea of you not liking something about me.”
“I love everything about you. There’s nothing I don’t like.” He growls as he comes, then leans forward, resting his forehead on my shoulder. “Do what ye like. You look good no matter what.”
We shower together, with only the lower shower head on to save my hair, my back against his chest, his hands on me, sudsy and magical, getting me off.
Afterward, he helps me into the pretty yellow dress Freya picked out for today, the sleeves puffed with elastic bands at my elbows, the bodice short, the skirt full. I wear my hair down and put on some makeup all by myself, thanks to Freya’s gifts and lessons. I slip on gold sandals and make my way downstairs.
Carol Ann waits at the bottom of the stairs, holding a gold box.
“Carol Ann! I thought you said you couldn’t come.”
“Forgive me. I lied. I love surprises. Here.” She pushes the box into my hands. “From Freya.”
I open the box to find the most adorable little gold honeybee earrings and pendant. “Aren’t these just precious?” There’s a note in the lid in Freya’s handwriting that says, For Freya’s sweet Fi-bee.
Carol Ann helps me clasp the necklace and holds the box for me as I put in the post earrings.
She appraises me. “You look lovely. Ready for your party?”
“Aye! I’ve been so cooped up. This will be wonderful.”
We walk into the garden, and my heart flutters with excitement. The sun shines brightly over the garden where Freya has meticulously set up the most enchanting honeybee-themed bridal shower for me.
Seeing the decorations, I laugh. “Freya’s Fi-bee,” I say to myself. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and candles.
The tables are adorned with delicate yellow and black floral arrangements, tiny honey jars with personalized labels for seating arrangements, and golden-hued beeswax candles that flicker softly in the light breeze. Freya has truly outdone herself, and every detail is thoughtfully chosen to reflect my love for nature and all things beautiful.
As I make my way through the garden, greeting friends and family who have come to celebrate this special day with me, I can't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. Freya walks up to me, a mischievous twinkle in her green eyes. She wears a black dress, as usual, and the same tiny gold honeybee earrings with a matching pendant that have been gifted to me.
"Look at you. The beautiful bride-to-bee! Buzz buzz," she laughs.
I can't help but chuckle at Freya's pun, seeing her infectious grin. “Freya, you’ve outdone yourself. Everything is perfect. I can never thank you enough. And I love the matching jewelry. Thank you.”
“Pff! Anything for my sister-in-law to be!”
She loops her arm through mine, guiding me toward a cozy seating area of oversized beanbags and pillows and cotton ottomans they’ve had brought in for the party.
"Sit down, relax, and let us pamper you today," Freya says, helping me into a bright-pink oversized beanbag. She sets a sparkly, pretty, golden tiara on the top of my head. “You’re queen bee for the day. Don’t get up.”
Chef and Nan have created an array of delectable treats, which are laid out on the intricately decorated table: platters of delicate finger sandwiches, miniature honey-infused desserts, and glasses of bubbly champagne fizzing invitingly. Over the table hangs a glittery banner decorated with tiny bumblebees.
Welcome to the Fabulous Fi-Bee’s Bridal Shower!
“That banner,” I say with a point and a giggle, “is all you, Freya.”
“Guilty as charged! But you can thank Kitt for the beanbag chair.” Freya bends down to whisper in my ear. “It’s a little too American for me. I thought—what’s next? A lava lamp? SO not on theme.”
As I settle in, surrounded by new and old friends and islander women who’ve known me since I was born, chatting and laughing, I feel surrounded by love and support.
I only wish Mam could be here.
Clearing my throat, I stand. I raise my glass to make a toast, my voice slightly shaky with emotion. "To friendship, love, and the sweet moments that make life extraordinary. Thank you all for being here.”
The group cheers, then someone shouts, “Honey, we wouldn’t ‘bee’ here without you. We’re so happy we can ‘bee’ there for you, Fiona!”
