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Violet Bk. 03

Thank you to everyone for the wonderful feedback to Dan and Violet's continuing story, and my apologies for the delay. As promised, here's the end of the story (at least, all that I'm likely to tell). It's not as long as the earlier parts, but Dan and Violet had some more stuff they needed to do, and I thought I'd tell you about it.

Note: The main characters in this story are flawed. They've had some shit done to them and they've done some things that they regret. There's a lot of adulting in this story - Dan and Violet are single parents. No one here has an 8" cock or gigantic breasts or can fuck in 23 positions all night. Dan isn't some alpha man out to dominate women. If you need those things in your story, please do read something else. It's unrealistic enough in other ways because, y'know, it's a fantasy.

As always, if you read, I'd appreciate votes, comments, feedback, or thoughts. I'd also appreciate it if the world was filled with more love, for all of us. If *that's* a problem for you, you need help.

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1.

It was unusual for this many people to be in the office at any time, let alone at 8 AM on a Monday, but the calls we'd each received over the weekend had made it clear that in-person attendance was not optional. I'd been hip-deep in the debris that comes from unpacking after a move when my boss had called. Violet and I finally had gotten everything in our new house, and I was looking forward to spending the night with my fiancée in a place that belonged to both of us for the first time. It had been a crazy summer of packing and moving and wedding planning, and I'd thought we were down to one final major hurdle before this transitional phase in our lives would end. I was wrong.Violet Bk. 03 фото

There were about a hundred of us in the office now, mostly accountants like me, along with all of the various other people we needed to make things run. We'd grown steadily over the last few years. I'd started here after finishing college when it had been just a couple-dozen folks, and I was one of the more senior folks around. It wasn't exciting work - I hadn't been kidding when I'd told Violet that I might want to do something different back when we'd first met - but it was steady, it paid well enough for the life I was trying to provide for my kids (especially now that I'd be supporting three), and I was good at it. I didn't manage people, I managed numbers, which was how I liked it. People came to me because I knew what I was doing, but the leadership had been smart in identifying people who should be managers and people who should just be doing the work. I handled some of the more difficult clients, and that was enough.

We didn't really have a gathering place in the office big enough for everyone, so we all kind of came together in a part of the office that wasn't too partitioned-off. The conversation was nervous, chattery. I'd been texting off-and-on with Violet, but until I had news, I didn't want to worry her. Every so often, someone would ask me what was going on and I'd tell them that I was just as in the dark as they were.

Finally, around twenty after, Roger Collins, the son of the original owner, and a pretty decent boss, showed up in the office accompanied by a man and a woman in high-end suits.

We were getting bought out.

To Roger's credit, he didn't try to spin tales of family or anything else. He said that he'd gotten approached by one of the big four accounting firms because we had a bunch of clients they wanted, and the number they put in front of him was too big for him to walk away from. He'd told them one condition was that they couldn't let anyone go or do layoffs for a minimum of six months, which would get us into early spring and past the crappy "no one hires around the holidays" time of year, and they'd agreed to that.

After that, he handed things off to Stephen and Jennifer with smiles and handshakes. They'd be taking over day-to-day operations until we were fully integrated with the new firm. Jennifer was the Big Boss, Stephen worked for her. They were exactly the kind of people I hated working with. All business jargon that didn't mean anything for like fifteen minutes, and then I caught the phrase that I'd feared. "New expectations for senior employees."

They told most people their jobs wouldn't change - they should keep serving the clients - but there were a dozen or so of us who would be asked to do things differently. For greater rewards, they promised. I was utterly unsurprised to hear my name among those invited to the next meeting to discuss our "new expectations."

I said all the right things in the meeting, but my stomach fell about twenty stories, which was a neat trick since we worked in a two-story building. Less client work, more management, more expectations of sales, more hours, more targets, more metrics. Sure, there'd be a bigger bonus and a bigger salary waiting for me if I could do it all, but I'd go from working 40-45 hours in a typical week (more around quarter end or tax time) to 50-55 in an easy week. But I thought of the new house Violet and I were buying, one that wasn't cheap, and how it really wasn't all that many years until Millie would be looking at colleges, and then Adam, and I nodded and shook hands and said that it sounded like a really exciting opportunity.

2.

Over the next few weeks, I felt my tension ratcheting up daily. I tried to ascribe it to the wedding planning, to the move, to all the changes - including new management at work. If you asked me, that's what I would have told you. I found myself at the office until 7 or 8 at night, eating takeout food instead of having dinner with Violet and Alex (and Millie and Adam when it was my week to have them). One of my clients, who'd been with me for a decade, was not at all happy with the junior accountant who'd taken over the work I'd been doing, and I was schmoozing the hell out of them instead of my fianceé. I was tired all the time. But I was on track to hit all my numbers, which meant a big bonus, which meant all of those things I was busting my ass for would pay off.

Or so I thought.

What I didn't notice, because it happened so easily, was that I was turning into the old version of Dan at home. I hadn't been going to counseling because I'd been too damned busy, and because I thought I was pretty much better, so I didn't have that person who'd helped me climb out of my chasm of dumbassery to tell me I was on the right track. Millie and Adam had seen it before, and they were shocked at how quickly I was falling apart. They'd spend a week with Liz and Liam and in that week I'd become angrier, shorter-tempered, and more controlling. And poor Violet didn't know what hit her.

Not me, not literally, thank whatever things you thank. But I started controlling everything.

At first, it was making decisions about the new house out of expediency, don't you know? I was at work for 12 hours today, I didn't have time for a 90 minute discussion about logistics, so I just chose something. Was it what Violet wanted or not? Sometimes. But that was beside the point. On the other hand, moving is a pain in the ass, and if it gets things done, sometimes, you just let it happen.

Then it was the wedding. This florist, not that one. No, I don't want to go there for our honeymoon, we're going here. Too many guests. I don't like that music. And on and on. The wedding was supposed to be about us. It was supposed to be our day. But I was making it mine.

Then it was Alex. That food isn't good for him. That's a stupid TV show. He will like this song. I've raised two kids well past three, so I know better.

And sex. I want a blowjob. I want to fuck you from behind. I want you to ride me. I want. I want. I want. I worked 83 hours this week, can't I just have sex with the woman I love the way I want it?

What I didn't know is that I was losing all of them. Liz was ready to go back to court and redo the custody agreement, and Millie and Adam were flat-out worried about me. Violet was ready to give me the ring back and find a way to sell me her half of the house.

Thank bloody fuck for my brother.

Violet and I had moved in early August, and that's when everything happened at work. Our wedding was scheduled for mid-October. TJ and his family moved to town in late September, and we hosted them for a cookout at our house the day after they arrived in town.

What I didn't know - couldn't have known, because I was so wrapped up in work and in my own head - is that Liz and Violet had each reached out to him, hoping that he'd be able to say or do something to break the spell I'd put myself under. They'd tried - I found out later how many ways they (especially Violet) had tried - but I'd run roughshod over everything.

TJ and Keith showed up with their kiddos in tow on a Saturday afternoon in September that was entirely too warm. I'd given myself a break that day - I only worked until noon. Well, 12:30. So I had the food ready for the grill, plus too much beer, and I was looking forward to seeing my brother. I've mentioned before that TJ is all muscle, and he'd been a multi-sport athlete, but he's also brilliant, and he's about as combative as a stuffed animal. Normally. He's an occupational therapist, and while people think he's going to scream at them until they do their exercises, he charms them instead, and they just want to make him happy. As I'd said many, many times, I had no idea how we had the same parents. If we didn't look alike facially, I'd have said we didn't.

So when they arrived, and TJ and Keith hugged everyone, and the kids all giggled and laughed and played as cousins do, and they all pointedly ignored me, I started to get pissed off. Who the hell was he to come into my (and Violet's - oh, yeah, her) fucking house and ignore me? This was my food that I'd worked my ass off to pay for (as if Violet didn't work just as hard as I did and didn't somehow make a federal case out of it). I just stood there, drinking my beer, getting more and more angry. I wasn't going to give in and approach him first. Oh no. Not in my (again, see what my brain is doing here) house. Not. In. My. Fucking. House.

Then, when all the hellos had been made and Violet had given them the tour and I'd been ignored for a good long time, TJ came out on the back deck by himself. And he kicked my ass up one side of the street and down the other. Simply by uttering two words.

"Hi, Dad."

He didn't grin. He didn't oversell it. He just said it, like he'd said it ten thousand times to our dad, coming home from school or work or practice. I heard exactly what he wanted me to hear in his voice. And I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I couldn't hear anything but a rushing sound in my ears and the voice of our dad telling me a thousand times on ten thousand days what a fuckup I was and how I needed to work harder and what a man's job was and how it was my responsibility, always my responsibility, and that I needed to be in control because that was my fucking job and then TJ caught me as my knees gave out and he held me while I broke down.

He didn't say another word to me until I was ready to talk. We sat there, on the deck, my spilled beer drying in the sun, my head in my hands and my brother's arm around my back, and I thought of all of the things I'd said and done for the last month and a half and then I puked all over myself and my new deck.

Finally, I could speak. "Oh, fuck, TJ. Have... have I lost her?"

"I don't know, man. I really don't. Since she called me and asked if I'd help you, I'd like to say no, but that's a conversation you need to have with her. I know she loves you like crazy, and I know you love her just as much. But you screwed an entire pound full of pooches on this one."

I looked up at him. He was tall even when sitting. "I should quit my job."

"Probably. But I wouldn't do anything - other than change clothes and maybe take a shower - before talking to Violet. Stop making decisions without her. You know the old saying, 'Nothing about us without us'? It goes for disability advocacy, and LGBTQ rights, and healthy relationships."

I smiled. "I'm glad you came."

He laughed. "Yeah, cuz Kit would have just kicked your ass."

"And I'm sure Megan still knows people who could hide my body where no one would ever find it."

"We do have some pretty incredible sisters. Who, I might add, hope to see you next month for a wedding. So go upstairs, get cleaned up, and talk to that amazing woman you find there. Keith and I will take the kids... somewhere. Maybe a movie. You two need to talk. And stuff." His eyes twinkled. "I hope you get to the stuff. Even though you're weird straight people."

3.

I didn't hug my brother (though I thought about it after that last comment), but I did follow his instruction to go inside and get cleaned up. It turned out that a shower was indeed in order, but I made it quick. I tried not to rehearse too much of what I wanted to say to Violet. I didn't want it coming out scripted. And while I completely agreed with his sentiment that I shouldn't make any decisions without talking to Violet, I did send an email to my counselor asking her when I could come in for an appointment and letting her know I'd like to start setting up regular appointments again. And when I was dressed, I went in search of the person I still hoped I'd marry.

She was sitting in, of all places, my office, in the chair I'd been spending so much time in. Her eyes were red. I grabbed one of the boxes that I hadn't quite gotten around to emptying and sat down.

"I'm sorry."

"For?" Her voice was rough, with a coldness that was utterly alien to her.

"God. So many things. First, not listening to you. I know you told me that I was hurting you and I didn't listen."

"Go on."

"For not seeing what I was doing to you, or the kids, or to anyone else."

"What were you doing?" Violet was not going to let me do this easily. Which is what I deserved.

"Treating all of you as if I was more important than you."

"As if we didn't matter."

I hung my head. I hadn't wanted to cry again, but the tears came anyway. "Yeah. As if I was the only one who mattered in any of it."

"Why, Dan?" Violet's voice broke. "Why?"

"Because... because I thought I was better when I wasn't. I thought I was done with my parents, and I wasn't. I-I there's a part of me, a part that I thought I'd healed that thinks that the only way I can make sure that I meet my responsibilities as a man, as a father, as a husband -"

"You're not a husband yet."

"I... I know. Even though we acted like it, I do know." I swallowed. "The biggest lesson I learned from my dad was that it was my job to control everything to make sure everything got taken care of. And I know that's part of what fucked things up with Liz - that, and us not being right for each other - but I'd been in counseling, and then I met you and..."

"Oh, so this is my fault?"

"No. No! God, no. But I was so happy. Being with you made me feel like all of that bad shit was gone. And it really felt like it was for the longest time. But then the buyout happened at work and I started to feel all the old pressure again."

"Why didn't you say something, Dan? Do something about it? For fuck's sake, did it make you happy?"

"No! I've been utterly miserable."

"Then why? You didn't want it. I was trying to tell you. Liz was trying to tell you. Your kids were trying to tell you. Why didn't you stop?"

"I..." I was going to say 'I don't know,' but that was a copout. I knew the real answer, and I had to tell Violet, even if it broke our relationship. I owed it to her. "I've been miserable. I truly have. But there's a stupid rush I get when I'm in control. Like I'm doing the right thing, even though I'm unhappy. And I'm not able to see that I'm unhappy, because..."

"Because of the rush."

I paused. "Yeah."

"You almost sound like an addict."

"I..." God, she was right. I did. And wasn't that fucking stupid. I didn't want to control her. I was happy - like, really happy for the first time I could remember, and then I got myself hooked back on this dumbass behavior I learned from my parents. "I don't want that."

Violet reached toward me and took my hand. I felt myself begin to hope that maybe there was a way through for us. "I don't think you do, or I wouldn't be here right now. I would have left already. It would have sucked, but I've been treated poorly by enough people in my life. I don't need any more of it."

"I know you don't."

Violet let go of my hand and sat up. She had been stoic through our conversation so far, but now she let the emotions into her face, and as her eyes filled, I felt my heart break for her. Fuck, what an asshole I'd been. Finally she spoke again, but with some effort.

"I can't do this again, Dan. I can't be an afterthought. Alex can't be an afterthought. Millie and Adam can't be an afterthought. Hell, you can't be an afterthought. You haven't even been taking care of yourself!"

She got up and looked out the window for a long moment, then turned back to me. "The thing that made me fall in love with you wasn't your job, or money, or how hard you worked at anything other than being a good dad. It was how open you were to me, how you chose to follow your heart, and how when you did you just shone with love and support for everyone - including yourself. Especially yourself. Everyone saw it. That is the man I wanted to marry and spend forever with. The guy you've been the last few weeks - he's an asshole."

Wanted. She said "wanted." My stomach fell and my throat felt like it had swollen shut.

I tried to speak and couldn't. The words just wouldn't come out. I couldn't ask her if she was leaving me. But I had to know.

"Violet... do you still want to be with me?"

"Which Dan am I talking to right now? The asshole? No. I don't want to be with him. The other guy? Yeah. Him, I'll fight to the ends of the Earth to be with. Which is it?"

"I really don't want to be the asshole. But I'm scared he'll come back." I swallowed. It was tough. "I don't know that I can promise he won't."

Violet squatted down in front of me so that we were eye-to-eye. "Can you promise you'll give me a way to help you fight him if he does come back?"

Warmth rushed through me. I hadn't realized that my entire body had gone cold and tight until that moment. I nodded. "Please help me."

"What are you going to do right now to change?"

"I need to see my counselor. I've already emailed her. No matter what happens with... us, I need help."

"Uh-huh. What else?"

I looked up at her. "Can I quit my job?"

She smiled. "Thank you."

"For?"

"Asking."

"Can I? I know we need the money."

"We do not need the money that badly. You will get another job. I guarantee it."

"I've been so scared. The house, the wedding, college... do you have any idea how much that will all cost?"

"Yeah, Dan. I do. I'm not stupid. And we'll sit down and look through all the numbers. But this job will kill you with or without me and with or without a bonus check."

I smiled. "Thank you."

"You hate it."

"I really do."

"We'll talk tomorrow about a plan. But Monday morning, you'll give notice."

"Uh-huh."

"And then in two weeks, we'll get married."

"Really?"

"Really really."

We hugged then, and the box I was sitting on gave way, causing us to fall to the floor. It hurt like crazy when Violet came down on me, and there was a book digging into my back, but I laughed and held onto her and when her mouth moved towards mine, I kissed her back with a hunger that startled me. It was like I hadn't seen her in weeks, and in a sense, I hadn't - not the version of me that really saw her as who she was as opposed to some extension of my being. And she was wonderful and amazing and now her hands were reaching between us and cupping my balls and she was sucking my lower lip between her teeth.

 

"Hard. Fuck me hard. Right here."

We didn't strip as much as we tore whatever clothes we wanted gone from each other and then I was in her, fucking her from behind. Violet was half turned so she could watch me, and she urged me on in bursts between gulps of breath. "That's it, shove that cock into me. No, you can't come yet. You can't. You have to make me come first. Fuck me harder. Harder, dammit! Make me fucking come, Dan! Make me!" It couldn't have taken more than a couple of minutes for her to explode and when she did, she pulled off me and turned around to lay on her back. I entered her again and fucked her for the last few seconds until I came, too, crying out and crying and screaming and holding onto her and somehow staying hard until I made her come a second time.

When we finally separated, we were both soaked from sweat and tears and the fluids that both our bodies produced. And the carpet in my office was going to need shampooing. But I had my future wife back. And she had the man she loved back. And I was going to be damned if I was going to let anything take me away from her.

4.

Violet and I showered together, and even though we'd been passionate moments before, it was clear that there'd still be plenty of work to do before things were really back to okay between us. But after we got dressed, other than texting TJ and letting him know that they could come back whenever and that things were good, and replying to my counselor to let her know that yes, I could in fact meet at 4 pm that Monday (I had no idea what my Monday schedule looked like and I did not care), I put my phone away and spent the rest of the day as close to Violet and my family as I could. I hosed down the back deck where I'd puked, and I grilled dinner, and I played with my kids and their cousins (though they kicked my ass at Mario Party), and I talked with my brother and his husband, and I found ways to touch Violet (and her me) as often as I could.

The next morning, Violet and I pulled up our finances and figured out things like how much I really needed to make for us to be comfortable in our new house and to be able to save for things like college. She reminded me that Millie and Adam now had four adults who'd be throwing into the college fund, and the look on my face must have been something because she told jokes about the "big-shot accountant who couldn't add to 4" all morning. And Alex would have the two of us supporting him, and besides... he was only 3. We had a little time to save for his future.

Then we started thinking about what I wanted to do. I'd been at the same company since I'd left college, essentially following a plan laid out by my dad, and I had a chance to do something else. But what? That wasn't a question I could answer right away, but we also figured out how much time I could take to figure it out without it being a huge burden.

One of the ways we were able to get a little money back was in reconfiguring our honeymoon. I'd scheduled something that, in retrospect, neither of us wanted, in one of my "I'm controlling things and I know everything" frenzies. We didn't need the fanciest rooms at the fanciest resorts. The only things we couldn't really change were the flights - so our trip flying into Paris and out of Rome for 10 days was still on - and we didn't have a ton of time to do research for other options, but I canceled all the hotels and the reservations and we found new things that saved us thousands and thousands of dollars. It turned out that Violet had been exploring all sorts of cute B&Bs and out-of-the-way towns with bits of family history for us both and had my head not been shoved as far up my ass as it was, I'd have seen how much work she'd put in. We weren't able to get all of her first choices because of the timing, but because she'd done all that work, we were able to put a plan together that was really exciting. And when I looked at it, it really looked like a lot more fun than the ultra-high-end thing I'd booked.

We had less leeway with the wedding itself, although it turned out we had some, as long as we kept the same vendors and didn't change things that required a lot of pre-planning and pre-ordering. In the end, it was less about how much money we saved and more about making it a wedding we planned for us and that we planned together. Spending time with Violet, and the kids, and my brother, was a balm for places I didn't know were hurting. For long stretches of time I didn't say anything at all, just listening to people talking loved and feeling what it was like to be with them. I'd come so close to throwing it away. Luckily, they loved me enough to give me a chance to stop myself from doing just that.

Monday morning, I told Stephen I needed to see him first thing, and I started the conversation by saying, "I'm getting married in two weeks. I won't be coming back here after that." He was upset, but the more he blustered, the better I felt about leaving. He never asked what they could do to keep me (answer: nothing they were likely to do), he just talked about how awful I was being by leaving. I realized that it was my dad's words coming out of his mouth, and I had no interest in listening to that. Not ever again.

In the middle of a sentence, I got up.

"What are you doing?" He was not accustomed to people not deferring to him.

I responded calmly. "We're not accomplishing anything here. I'm going to go work on transitioning my clients to other people so nothing gets dropped and you don't lose business. That's my plan for the next two weeks."

I could tell he wanted to fire me on the spot (which was a potentiality Violet and I had discussed, and I wasn't going to be too crushed if he did, even with losing the money), but he knew I oversaw too many big clients and didn't want to risk them leaving. Still, he had to win something.

"You'll finish up by Friday."

"Fine." Having the week off before the wedding actually would be a huge help. Violet had the week off too, and we could spend that time together taking care of all the last-minute details.

I thought that leaving that company after nearly 14 years would have hurt more, but I felt a hundred pounds lighter leaving Stephen's office. I talked to all the people who worked under me, and I was surprised that, to a person, they were happy for me. Apparently, I was a great guy to work with, but kind of a dick to work for, and they'd all seen how unhappy I was.

The reactions among my clients was mixed, with some being very sanguine about it - people change jobs all the time, after all, some getting upset, and a couple telling me that they thought this was coming (they were the ones I'd known the longest) and making it clear that if I landed somewhere else and it wouldn't violate any important rules for them to switch to my new company, to let them know.

And then I left early to go see my counselor.

The rest of the week passed quickly. I did end up working a lot of hours, but we'd known that was coming, especially with only one week to do the transitions. This was, for me, the healthy side of the way I approached my responsibilities. I wasn't trying to control everything, I was helping my soon-to-be-former colleagues and clients avoid unnecessary challenges, and it was all stuff I could manage in a short time frame. It was exhausting, but by Friday, I knew I'd done whatever I could, and that was satisfying.

The going-away Happy Hour they threw for me brought a lump to my throat, especially when people started pulling out pictures of me throughout the years I'd worked there. I'd been so young when I started. But I could see in so many of them how unhappy I was. A little at first, then more and more as time went on. There were bursts of joy, like when I brought Millie and Adam to family events (they'd been so little!), but those were the exception to the rule. Until, that is, I saw the pictures from our annual business meeting this past April. I saw a glow in my eyes that had only been there when I was with one of my kids, and I'd been presenting something about a business report that someone made me talk about. Godawful boring stuff, but I looked fucking ecstatic. And I knew why. It wasn't long after that when I made my rounds of goodbyes and headed home.

5.

The week leading up to the wedding was a chaotic mess, and I loved every minute of it. On the one hand, weddings are unnecessarily big, wasteful parties that don't do anything to cement two people together. Hell - each of us was doing this for the second time. But on the other, it's a chance to stand up in front of the people who matter the most to you in the world (and beyond, if you believe that they're watching, or believe in a deity of some kind) and say "I love this person and I choose to be with them as long as I can figure out how." Then you party, because that's kind of an awesome thing to do. I think that the people who approach it - and their marriage - the second way are the ones who are most likely to make a real go at it. I didn't get that when I married Liz. I understood it a lot better now, and I'm certain Violet did, because she was the wise person who put that theory in my head.

I woke up alone on my wedding day. Violet and I had agreed to spend our last night as single people apart, and then I'd do the "don't see the bride til the wedding" thing. I went out with TJ, and Keith, and Megan and Kit's husbands, and Roger, and a couple of former coworkers the night before for a very simple "bachelor party." I had no interest in a night of hedonistic pleasure - I knew how close I'd come to losing Violet, and I wasn't into that kind of thing anyway. No strip joints, no Hooters-type restaurants, none of that. I had the real thing waiting for me. We ate stupidly-expensive steaks and drank good wine, then took Lyfts back to the hotel where everyone was staying. The Palmer House was a relic of a different time, ornate and full of details that modern hotels eschewed in favor of cost savings. We sat in my suite and broke open a bottle of good bourbon. Well, two. But we didn't finish the second one! I didn't want to be hungover for my wedding.

Violet spent the night with Rose and my sisters, plus some of her friends. They went out to some kind of burlesque show and then apparently closed down one of the bars nearby. The reports I heard the next morning were that it was a bit of a rough wake up for some of the ladies, including my soon-to-be wife, but they were, by-and-large, a group of moms who didn't get to blow off steam very often. Kit took video of the time they pulled Violet on stage at the show, and my love looked mortified as the scantily-clad dancers dressed her in feathers and danced with them to some song with naughty lyrics. The dancers were attractive, of course, and showed a lot of skin, but my eyes kept going back to Violet, giving it her best try while intermittently flipping off our collective sisters and grinning like a goofball. Gods, I was a lucky man.

Liz had Millie and Adam, and she agreed to watch Alex for the night as well. She wasn't coming to the wedding for the same reasons I hadn't gone to hers, and this was her gift to us. She'd drop them off with Kit and Megan around lunch. My sisters were staying in town for a couple of days after the wedding and would watch the kids until they headed out.

The first things I did after waking up were look outside and then check three weather apps. We wanted an outdoor wedding if at all possible, but Chicago in the Autumn can vary from spectacular to "hide in the basement until the sirens stop." Our reception would be at the hotel, and we had the room reserved earlier in case of bad weather - we could easily hold the ceremony where the dance floor would be later. One look out the window told me that we'd gotten "spectacular." The sky was a deep and bright blue, and I knew that the trees that were starting to change would stand out perfectly against it.

At three pm, I started getting myself ready. As I showered and shaved and put on my tux (we splurged and got me my own, instead of a rental - Violet's nonprofit was connected to a lot of charity fundraisers, and the cost of renting tuxedos for those events rapidly made buying one make sense, plus I looked better in it), I couldn't help but thinking of the first time I'd gotten dressed for a wedding. I'd been so young, and so angry - even though I didn't realize it - and so naive. This time around, everything was just better. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and those who are neither - I present to you for the first time as a married couple - Violet and Dan!"

My brother's voice echoed throughout the park and everyone cheered. Violet grinned up at me and we took each other's hands, running down the grassy aisle past our families and friends. The warm, late-Autumn sun was setting behind the city and lights were just starting to come on, the windows in high-rises sparkling like stars. We reached our van and hopped in, poofy dress and tux and all. Then I looked at my wife - my wife! - and smiled.

"We did it!"

Violet threw her arms around me and kissed me, and for a moment we let our passion out in a way that we refrained from during the ceremony. She felt amazing in my arms. We'd only spent the one night apart, but it felt like it had been forever since I had held her. We kissed again, then again, then the door to the van opened.

"Dad! Violet!" Millie and Adam were there, and they jumped in to hug us, laughing. Behind them were Rose and Alex - she was fighting what was probably a losing battle to keep him from getting his tiny tux dirty. Rose handed the squirming toddler to Violet, and he joined the family hug. I could hear the clicking of the camera as the photographer captured the moment, and I was certain that one of them would be getting framed sometime soon.

I'm sure we were a sight, pulling up to the hotel in our wedding clothes in a family van, but we just couldn't figure out why we needed to pay for a limo for a short drive.

The reception was everything Violet and I had wanted. People laughed. They told stories. They hugged. They danced. I found time to talk to Kit and Megan and TJ - outside of my little family, they were the most important people in the world to me. We marveled at how much older all the kids looked all dressed up, especially the new and incipient teenagers.

And, of course, I danced with my wife. Our first song was a slower one - "Emotion in Motion," by Rik Ocasek.

As we danced, I looked into her beautiful eyes and thought about how close I'd come to screwing this all up. That thought must have appeared on my face, because Violet pulled me closer, singing along with the music.

I'll hold on to you

'Til the stars no longer wink

I'll hold on to you

'Til you figure out

Just what to think 'cause

You're emotion in motion

My magical potion

You're emotion in motion

To me

I smiled at her, then we kissed again (getting the expected cheer from the crowd). Before we ended the dance and let everyone else in on the action, I whispered in her ear.

"I cannot wait until I get you alone tonight."

Violet grinned at me, her eyes wicked. "We could send everyone home now."

I just laughed. "I think they'd be upset."

"Not as upset as I'll be if I don't get you inside me soon."

I hoped my tux was cut in a way to hide the erection that started to grow in my pants.

Violet and I stayed at the reception until about ten, by which time most people had headed out or were winding down. A round of hugs and well-wishes later, we were off to the elevator to go to our room.

When the elevator door closed, and we were finally alone in a quiet space, Violet smiled at me.

"Ready?"

"For what?"

"The rest of our lives." She paused. "And this."

Violet reached behind her back and unzipped her dress. It fell to the ground around her feet. She wasn't wearing any panties, and she was clearly wet.

Now it was my turn to smile.

Epilogue

It was 84 degrees poolside, even though it was 28 outside. The snow hadn't started, but it was coming, according to the radar. I intermittently sipped from the enormous cup of red, sweet, somewhat alcoholic liquid that sat next to me and chatted with Kit, TJ, and Megan, seated on either side of me. The kids were old enough now to be let free, even Alex and Taylor, who'd just turned 14 and 12, respectively, and had been thick as thieves for years. But all of them - from the youngest to Megan's oldest, Rachel (who would hate to hear me calling her a kid at 26, newly-married as she was) - were bouncing in the waves in the wave pool. Millie had finished college and had brought her "friend" Collette with her. I'd asked if she was her girlfriend and been told "we're not doing labels, Dad!" Adam had broken up with his girlfriend earlier that Fall, but he seemed to be enjoying the, umm, scenery. I knew the feeling well. After months of everyone getting more and more covered up, seeing that much skin was quite enjoyable.

Violet and my siblings' spouses were out picking food up for dinner, and I was lubricating myself for 'Twas the Night Before Christmas later. Strictly speaking, the kids had outgrown all of that stuff, but tradition was tradition. It likely wouldn't be that many years before there were new little ones joining us, and we needed to keep up our rituals.

I hadn't realized how much time had passed - I really didn't get to talk to my siblings often enough, and certainly not all together - and while the kids had cycles in and out of the water, none had asked to leave yet. Suddenly, I felt lips on the top of my balding scalp. I tilted my head back to meet my wife's eyes.

"How was it out there?"

"Not too bad. But I missed you."

"Missed you too."

My siblings pretended to groan, but I saw Kit wink at me. They knew how good Violet had been for me. And, I hoped, for her.

"Merry Christmas Eve, sweetie."

"Is it time?"

"Almost." Violet paused. "We have a little time before we have to get started."

I caught her meaning immediately and sat up.

"See you all in the suite soon," I said to my siblings. Then I smirked. "Maybe not too soon, though."

THE END

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