Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale by Dawn Robertson, Jo-Anna Walker Page A
Authors: Dawn Robertson, Jo-Anna Walker
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“How about for our honeymoon, love?” Honeymoon? Do couples like us get those? I wanted to stomp on his foot, or slap him for being so fuckin’ cheeky with me. But, that would be the first thing to alert my parents to the sham we had going on. Whatever the fuck we were doing I hadn’t a clue, because I still had yet to figure it out.
“Oh, Mathis. I don’t want a honeymoon.”
Before he could reply, my mother interrupted us with her typical nosey behavior.
“How long have y’all been married?”
My eyes shot to Mathis and he smiled.
“Two days,” he proudly announced as if he had won the lottery. His smile spread from ear-to-ear flashing his beautiful, pearly whites. God, his smile .
My mother’s face began to morph and I knew it was only a matter of time before she blew a gasket. Three, two, one...
“Two days? That is it? Jennifer, please tell me this is all a joke!” My mother’s red hair flipped to the side as she dropped her bags onto the ground.
“No, mother. It is not a joke. We were married on Saturday night.” I tried not to let my smile fade, but it was hard. Nothing I’d ever done had been good enough for my parents, which was why I ran across the country. I loved them to death, I really did. But their Christian ideology of what a good Christian girl should do with her life was lost when it came to me.
“By Elvis, right?” As the words left her mouth, Mathis’ cool evaporated into thin air. His jaw clenched and my body tensed because I knew whatever would come next wasn’t going to be pretty.
“My dear, Eloise,” Mathis paused for a moment, “if I may call you Eloise. Do you really think I would marry your beautiful daughter in front of Elvis in some cheap Las Vegas cliché?” His grip on me tightened. “My Jennifer deserves nothing but the best and while it may not have been the most traditional wedding, I would never disrespect her with an Elvis impersonator.” And like that, Eloise met her match and her mouth remained clamped shut until my father and Mathis exited the Bellagio suite he had booked them for the week.
The fact that he could put my mother in her place with two simple sentences sent my head swimming. I loved it. I loved every word that came from his lips as he gently, verbally berated her without her even realizing it. I should have known right then and there we were meant for each other. But instead, I would continue to fight him with everything I had. Because that is what stubborn Irish folk do.
After a day full of my parents, I laid in Mathis’ bath tub soaking away the stress. Well, it kind of was my bath tub now considering he was slowly having Dean move all my shit into his penthouse. The door opened and closed before my husband appeared by my side, holding two flutes of champagne.
“They are something else,” he laughed as he handed me the glass.
I shouldn’t drink around this man, it clearly has already proved to be extremely dangerous. Next thing I know I would wake up with a flock of kids or something. It was just how this man rolled.
“I tried to warn you. But nooooooooooo. You had to spill the beans and invite them out here to visit.” I waved him off.
“I can see where you get your fire from.”
I know, my mother. Her attitude. The fiery red hair. The only thing my father gifted me were his bright blue eyes. Everything else came from the one and only Eloise Sunshine.
“Please, don’t compare me to her right now. I am trying to get her, and her drug lord comments out of my head.” I tried not to laugh, but once I hear Mathis’ laughter flooding through the room, I couldn’t help but join in.
“Mind if I join you in there?”
The laughter quickly stopped. At first I didn’t think he was serious. What man really wanted to take a bubble bath? Maybe the same man who would go out of his way to draw a bubble bath for his hung over wife whom he had known for a whole six hours. He continued to kill me with his sweetness.
“I
“How about for our honeymoon, love?” Honeymoon? Do couples like us get those? I wanted to stomp on his foot, or slap him for being so fuckin’ cheeky with me. But, that would be the first thing to alert my parents to the sham we had going on. Whatever the fuck we were doing I hadn’t a clue, because I still had yet to figure it out.
“Oh, Mathis. I don’t want a honeymoon.”
Before he could reply, my mother interrupted us with her typical nosey behavior.
“How long have y’all been married?”
My eyes shot to Mathis and he smiled.
“Two days,” he proudly announced as if he had won the lottery. His smile spread from ear-to-ear flashing his beautiful, pearly whites. God, his smile .
My mother’s face began to morph and I knew it was only a matter of time before she blew a gasket. Three, two, one...
“Two days? That is it? Jennifer, please tell me this is all a joke!” My mother’s red hair flipped to the side as she dropped her bags onto the ground.
“No, mother. It is not a joke. We were married on Saturday night.” I tried not to let my smile fade, but it was hard. Nothing I’d ever done had been good enough for my parents, which was why I ran across the country. I loved them to death, I really did. But their Christian ideology of what a good Christian girl should do with her life was lost when it came to me.
“By Elvis, right?” As the words left her mouth, Mathis’ cool evaporated into thin air. His jaw clenched and my body tensed because I knew whatever would come next wasn’t going to be pretty.
“My dear, Eloise,” Mathis paused for a moment, “if I may call you Eloise. Do you really think I would marry your beautiful daughter in front of Elvis in some cheap Las Vegas cliché?” His grip on me tightened. “My Jennifer deserves nothing but the best and while it may not have been the most traditional wedding, I would never disrespect her with an Elvis impersonator.” And like that, Eloise met her match and her mouth remained clamped shut until my father and Mathis exited the Bellagio suite he had booked them for the week.
The fact that he could put my mother in her place with two simple sentences sent my head swimming. I loved it. I loved every word that came from his lips as he gently, verbally berated her without her even realizing it. I should have known right then and there we were meant for each other. But instead, I would continue to fight him with everything I had. Because that is what stubborn Irish folk do.
After a day full of my parents, I laid in Mathis’ bath tub soaking away the stress. Well, it kind of was my bath tub now considering he was slowly having Dean move all my shit into his penthouse. The door opened and closed before my husband appeared by my side, holding two flutes of champagne.
“They are something else,” he laughed as he handed me the glass.
I shouldn’t drink around this man, it clearly has already proved to be extremely dangerous. Next thing I know I would wake up with a flock of kids or something. It was just how this man rolled.
“I tried to warn you. But nooooooooooo. You had to spill the beans and invite them out here to visit.” I waved him off.
“I can see where you get your fire from.”
I know, my mother. Her attitude. The fiery red hair. The only thing my father gifted me were his bright blue eyes. Everything else came from the one and only Eloise Sunshine.
“Please, don’t compare me to her right now. I am trying to get her, and her drug lord comments out of my head.” I tried not to laugh, but once I hear Mathis’ laughter flooding through the room, I couldn’t help but join in.
“Mind if I join you in there?”
The laughter quickly stopped. At first I didn’t think he was serious. What man really wanted to take a bubble bath? Maybe the same man who would go out of his way to draw a bubble bath for his hung over wife whom he had known for a whole six hours. He continued to kill me with his sweetness.
“I
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