Planning my own wedding was fun. I would say it's weird marrying June, but it's not. Not really. I think it was already pretty much set in stone once we properly moved in together though. A little bit of a weird way to think of my own house, but regardless. We had been doing pretty equal part planning. I want her to have the ideal wedding she's wanted since she was a girl, sure, but I also want to explore my own interests and what I want out of it with how much I've changed too. And there are of course other private preparations that I have to do with my “stepson” so I'm working things out with him now.
“So yeah, if my aunt shows up, that's all you would need to know about her…” Fortunately, not a lot of her, or “my” family would be showing up, since they live on the other side of the country. But even so, I had to be ready. “Y'know, I never really saw myself getting married in a dress.” He looked at our plans, and the wedding dresses that I had chosen out to try on later. It was hard trying to find something that would match my, or June’s, ample… “assets.” “But good for you. I'm sure the two of you will look great. June might look good in a suit actually, if you go that direction.”
“She might like that, actually.” As I thought about it the idea became more appealing. Of course, I'd love to see her in a dress, but for some reason, the idea of seeing her in a suit, prim and proper, struggling to hold in her chest, turned me on.
Alex rolled his eyes at my head-in-the-clouds attitude. “Yeah. Considering the way that you two are right now… you've developed a bit of a weird relationship.” I had some notion of what he might mean by that. But… realistically me and June's relationship had a lot of weird aspects, so he would have to be more specific
I waved my hands around a little bit trying to get the point across. There wasn’t a good way of saying what June and I were… or used to be. “Aside from the… y'know?” Obviously, there was the elephant in the room, although only me and Alex knew about it. But he said he was fine with it so… what was it then? Nothing immediately came to mind as I searched through the last few months of our relationship.
“Yeah, aside from that.” Alex looked up and away as he tried to phrase what he meant by our relationship being odd. “She's become a lot more bold with you. I don't know if you notice it, but she's all over you these days.” Bold? Like, open about our relationship?
“I guess you're right…” Now that I thought about it, in every interaction we had, she did make a point of having some sort of physical interaction with me. Sometimes to an almost inappropriate degree… how did none of this feel off to me? Was I just that used to her groping me to where it wasn't a passing thought in public?
“I think she gets off on showing off your relationship to other people. Claiming you as her own. The personality you've turned “Kelly” into fits really well with some aspects of herself that she didn't even know she had, I think.” I think I get it looking back on it now. The aggressive shows of affection, the reclaiming of myself as her own the night after we met anyone new. She really was possessive of me… and it turns me on a little bit.
“You really think so?” He probably had a point. I think I’m into it though.
“I pretty much know so.” Something then immediately sparked in Alex’s mind. “On a related note, can you two be a bit quieter at night? How are you not tired as hell? I swear you're going to break a hole in the wall or something.” Now that he mentioned it, I do need to buy a new leg for the bed. Or fix it. We had… really found a rhythm since we got engaged. June likes to go all out.
“Ahahah… love trumps all, I guess.” I know I should care more about my stepson hearing such things, but Alex is in a very unique situation. I don't think he minds too much. He gets it. We get it.
“I guess.” He let out, with a slight smirk and shake of the head. “You two…”
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