Lindsay Delagair - Unforgivable

“Yes, let’s go upstairs, Micah.”

“You were right, alcohol is dangerous,” he said pulling my top back where it belonged.

“Kiss me, Micah,” I begged. The feeling of the wine still traveling through me, and I was ready to forget about the wedding date, the fact that my family was home, none of it mattered. I felt his arms lifting me from the lounger and I was thinking I was going to be carried upstairs and get my wish, but I realized too late he was moving to the pool and before I could tell him no, he threw me in.

Kimmy thought it was hilarious. The shock of the water cleared my head as I moved to the stairs and began climbing out. He was big, but I was contemplating every possible move I had in my black belt arsenal to throw him in the water as well.

Mom heard the commotion and reappeared on the deck as I stood there dripping wet and plotting my revenge.

“Leese!”

I couldn’t figure out why she was snapping at me-I didn’t throw myself in, but she was grabbing a towel and heading for me. Micah’s face had an unmistakable flush to his skin; that was when I looked down at my outfit and discovered how very inappropriate it was when wet. Mom wrapped me in the towel, as Micah stated he’d be back in a while and headed for the garage.

“You’d have been better off to have been in your bathing suit,” she criticized, still sounding miffed.

“I didn’t jump in. He threw me in!”

“Oh,” she said, suddenly understanding what happened.

I went upstairs and changed clothes, still feeling a little odd. I was going to wait up for him to return, but he was absolutely right about the wine and sleeping. I was so exhausted I couldn’t keep my eyes open. It was only about 8:45 and I was ready to go to bed.

I woke the next morning to Mom tapping on my door saying to get up and get ready for church. That was when I felt his presence in my bed. I rolled over and he was staring at me and had apparently slept in my bed all night.

“What are you doing in here?” I whispered.

“I came in to check on you when I got home last night, and I started watching you sleep. I crawled in just to be close to you for a little while and fell asleep myself.”

I smiled and snuggled against him, “I’m going to be really glad when we can share a bed permanently.”

He kissed my forehead, “Me too, baby.”

I could hear Mom down the hallway knocking on Micah’s door telling him to get up as well. I laughed, watching the grin spread across his face. “You’re really lucky she didn’t open my door,” I stated. “She would never believe that we can behave ourselves in the same bed.”

“Who said anything about behaving myself,” he moaned as he began to kiss my neck.

“Come on, Don Juan,” I giggled, pulling his arm, trying to right both of us. “You’ve got to slip out of here before she comes back. We have to get ready for church.”

“You need another glass of wine.”

I shot him a nasty look, “I don’t think so!”

He smiled, “Good girl. But you wouldn’t be shoving me out the door if-”

I grabbed a pillow and hit him as hard as possible, “Out!” I shout whispered.

He cracked open my door and peered into the hallway and then he was gone.

Our wedding planner, Linda Doradee, was a member of our church and she had been working this week on finding the perfect location for the wedding. She said we’d get together after church today and she would present it to us to see if we approved. I would have been happy to have it in my church, but she insisted she would find something very special for our day.

We went to the fellowship hall after services ended and she brought out her planning book and began.

“Since you told me Micah’s family was French and Italian, I was looking for something with old world charm; I found the ultimate location. Take a look.” She opened the book to reveal pictures of a beautiful church that appeared to be very old. “It’s Saint Bernard de Clairvaux, a 12^th century Spanish monastery that was moved to North Miami in 1925 by William Randolph Hurst.”

She was going on about the different areas available for weddings as she flipped through the pictures of the impeccable grounds and buildings. I could see by Micah’s face, he was completely enthralled. I would be happy being married anywhere, but I knew how important it was to impress his father and this place would impress the Pope.

“It’s perfect,” I said, “but I want it all.”

Linda looked a little confused.

“Rent the entire building and grounds for the wedding,” Micah clarified. He knew exactly what I was saying. Simply renting an area wouldn’t do.

“I-I don’t know if they-”

“Linda, they may not normally do that, but for the right price, they will,” I assured her.

“They already said the 15^th was clear,” she sighed. “I’ll call them tomorrow and ask about using the entire facility. Here is the design you ask for on the wedding invitation. Does it look good to you both?”

We nodded.

“Okay then, if the entire church can be rented I’ll give this to my printer. He is local here in town and he said if I give it to him tomorrow, he’ll have them done by Wednesday and we can mail them out. Then all we have to do is confirm some dinner menus, music and flowers. Leese, did you find a dress yet?”

“Yes, I ordered a Vera Wang, and it’s supposed to be delivered in a few days.”

“Perfect! Oh, I almost forgot about the Acqualina.”

“What’s the Acqualina?” Micah asked before I could form the question.

She flipped to the next page in her planner and the pictures of a high-rise hotel appeared. “I know you two have decided on Maui, but I was thinking you wouldn’t want to spend your first married night on a thirteen-hour flight. The Acqualina would be perfect for a few nights of relaxation before you leave for the islands. Your guests can stay here as well. It’s a gorgeous facility, they have everything and it isn’t far from the monastery.”

Micah and I looked at each other. We both wanted that first night to be perfect. I turned the page to view the deluxe oceanfront suite, 1600 square feet of luxury and Atlantic views. I smiled. “It’s perfect.”

“Sounds good to me, too.”

“Excellent,” Linda added. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a wedding come together so smoothly. I feel like it could be tomorrow and we’d be ready.”

“I’d be ready,” I blurted out and then blushed a little, recalling that I was still in church and my thoughts were very unchurch-like at the moment.

We shook Linda’s hand and then left for lunch. Kimmy went with a friend for the afternoon and we wouldn’t see her again until church this evening. It was nice because it was a chance for the adults to have time to talk. Not everything I wanted to discuss about my pending marriage was suitable for Kimmy’s ears. The problem was when we got to the restaurant for lunch, I realized I couldn’t bring myself to mention it with Micah at the table either. After we ordered our food, he excused himself to the restroom and I was able to ask my mother what had been bothering me.

“Mom, I’ve got to talk to you about my first night-you know,” I fretted, looking Micah’s direction as he walked away. “I don’t know much about-about birth control.” I could tell Mom wasn’t a hundred-percent comfortable with the subject, but she was at least willing for the few minutes of privacy we had before he returned.

She told me I was conceived because that thought never entered her mind when my father swept her off her feet. “But, thank goodness, you are more level headed than I ever was,” she stated. “When I met Robert, I wasn’t ready for another baby, not right away anyway. I went to my gynecologist and she put me on the pill, but I had a horrible reaction to it.”

“What happened?” I asked, hoping she would explain before he returned.

“It gave me vicious migraines. I couldn’t even get out of bed. I lost a whole bra size that first month,” she glanced down at her chest and frowned. “I never got that back. But the headaches were the worst, and I was apparently forming blood clots. The doctor took me off them, and Robert and I had to rely on condoms. I did try using a diaphragm for a while, but that was really… Well, let’s just say I didn’t like it.”

That was a little more information than I was prepared for-or wanted to hear.

Micah returned as she mentioned I really should discuss it with him.

“Discuss what with me?” he asked, seating himself back at the table.

I rolled my eyes. Who would have thought the one thing I was dying to do with him was a subject I couldn’t speak about out loud.

“Birth control,” Mom stated as if she was the mother bird and she was shoving me out of the nest to see if I could fly.

“Oookay,” he said, his face going red, “I guess I should be more careful when I walk in on ladies’ conversations.” He looked at me, clearly uncomfortable, “Do you want to-to discuss this now?”

I rarely bit my nails, but I became keenly aware of the fact that I was gnawing through my thumbnail.

“I think you should make an appointment with my gynecologist,” Mom tossed out. “She’d be able to give you all the options and then you, the two of you, can decide what you want to do-I mean I know what you want to do, but-what I meant to say was-”

“Mom,” I said, removing the thumbnail from between my teeth and reaching out and gripping her hand, “It’s okay. I get what you’re trying to say.”

“Great,” Micah blushed, clearly hoping we were changing subjects, “Let’s just get it on-I mean get on with ordering dinner.”

We made it through dinner, but it was the quietest meal I’d had in a long time, with the exception of the fact that I couldn’t stop laughing as I thought about how tongue-tied we had become.

Monday morning, Mom and Kimmy left early to go shopping, but before leaving she handed me a business card and told me to call for an appointment. When I looked down I saw it was a card for Dr. Kerstin Kannova, OBGYN. Micah was up and enjoying a cup of coffee out on the pool deck, so I took the opportunity to make the call while I had some privacy.

Upon explaining my situation, the receptionist put me through directly to Dr. Kannova. She was very personable and suggested that Micah and I come into her office for a consultation. She said she would go over all the options and see what suited us best.

“Have you ever had a gynecological exam?” she asked.

“Ah, no.”

“What birth control methods have you been using?”

“I-I’ve never-this will be my first time so I don’t-”

“Oh,” Dr. Kannova replied with a bit of surprise to her voice, “well, you should really have an exam. We can do it the day you come in for the consultation.”

“Okay, when do we come in?”

“Hold on, I’m going to transfer you back out to my appointment desk and they’ll set it up for you, but I’d like to make it as soon as possible; most methods require some time in advance before they are effective.”

I assumed I wouldn’t get an appointment for weeks, but to my astonishment they scheduled me for Friday morning. Now the only problem was explaining to Micah what we were doing that morning. I took a cup of coffee and joined him on the deck. He looked up at me and smiled-maybe I’d tell him later, like Thursday night-late Thursday night.

Linda called to let us know, for a substantial price, the monastery was ours for the entire afternoon and evening on the fifteenth. Our invitations would be ready Wednesday after one o’clock, but she wasn’t going to be able to pick them up due to a family matter. I told her that was no problem, Micah and I would pick them up.

Tuesday we drove down to St. Bernard’s to see the monastery in person. Micah and I were both a little awestruck as we toured the buildings and grounds. The photos certainly didn’t do the oldest building in the western hemisphere justice. It left you with a deep feeling of having entered a place that was holy and acceptable to God. We took care of the deposit for the wedding and reception and thanked our guide, and we left to go to the Acqualina.

We didn’t say anything for the first five minutes or so in the car; it had simply been too overwhelming, but Micah was the first to break the silence.

“Annalisa, I honestly didn’t think I’d care where we said our vows, but I’ve got to admit I’m glad Linda was looking for something special for us.”

“I know what you mean, I just kept thinking: eight-hundred years of history, what a place-”

“To commit our lives to each other,” he finished. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

We were all smiles by the time we pulled into the Acqualina. We were taken up to see a deluxe, 1,600 square foot, ocean side one bedroom suite and then shown around the restaurant and grounds, before finishing out our day in the spa. We lay out, side by side and enjoyed an intense massage, four massage therapists and eight hands working every ounce of tension from our bodies. What an incredible ending to a great day.