Total LockDown (LockDown #2) (28 page)

Shit, fuck, I
can’t breathe. My nerves have sky rocketed, my heart beating triple time in my
chest, my blood is rushing my veins like race cars on a track and my body is
beginning to sweat a little.

I stand facing
the registrar, knowing the next part is to say our vows. We have opted to say the
traditional ones and leave the soppy speech for the reception.

“Vows,” The
registrar says. We turn to face each other like rehearsed. Leighton takes my
right hand in his. “Repeat after me; I Leighton Michael Lock take thee Abigail
Rose Adams to be my lawfully wedded wife,” Leighton repeats, his voice sends
shivers through my body as tears flow into my eyes, “to have and to hold from
this day forward,” again he repeats. “For better, for worse, for richer, for
poorer, in sickness and in health,” Leighton mimics the guy and I know I won’t
make it through my vows without breaking down, “to love and to cherish, till
death us do part, according to gods holy ordinance, and thereto I plight thee
my troth.” Leighton repeats the words and smiles beautifully at me as he
finishes.

I breathe out a
huge breath as he drops my hand, allowing me to pick his up. “I Abigail Rose
Adams take thee Leighton Michael Lock to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have
and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for
poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death us do
part, according to gods holy ordinance, and thereto I plight thee my troth.” I
copy him word for word, breaking when he breaks. I force myself not to cry, and
not to break down. I am so close to being his wife that it scares the living
shit out of me. I think back to everything I have been through the last year
and a half. Well, my entire life actually, the shit I have been dealt, even
with Leighton, we have had really rough times, but here we were, about to be
married, together for eternity, I couldn’t be happier.

I drop his hand,
“The rings.” The man says and Antonio steps forward with the box containing our
wedding bands. Leighton picks up my left hand in his right, holding the ring by
my ring finger on my left hand he repeats the words the registrar speaks.

“With this ring
I thee wed, in the name of the father, and of the son, and of the Holy Ghost.
Amen” I feel another tear fall from my eye and splash against my gown. He
slides the ring onto my finger and I feel all the cracks that ever disfigured
my heart, suddenly fuse together and mend.

I follow his
lead once again, taking the ring and holding it by Leighton’s left ring finger,
“With this ring I thee wed, in the name of the father, and of the son, and of
the Holy Ghost. Amen” I push the band up his finger and over his knuckle.

I drop his hand
after holding on too long, the registrar taking both our right hands and
joining them together holding them, “Those whom God hath joined together let no
man put asunder.” He then turns to the guests, “For as much as Leighton And
Abigail have consented together in holy wedlock, and have witnessed the same
before God and this company, and thereto have given and pledged their troth,
each and to the other. Having declared the same by the giving and receiving of
a ring, and by the joining of hands, I now pronounce thee Man and Wife, in the
name of the father, and of the son and of the Holy Ghost. Amen. You may now
kiss the bride.”

Leighton smiles
a wicked smile at me, steps forward and rounds my waist with his arms. He picks
me up off my feet and squeezes me to him. “I love you Mrs Lock.” He speaks
softly before he places his lips to mine, kissing me deeply and passionately. I
can just about hear the cheers and screams of my family and friends as I mould
into the heaven I have now just immersed.

“I love you
baby.” I reply as he releases me from his deathly kiss. I will gladly die this
way, forever in his arms.

“Ergh, dad,
seriously, that’s disgusting, get a room.” My stepson tells us, shaking his
head.

I begin to cry,
the way I know I would. He wipes my tears away as they fall, before taking my
hand and walking towards the ballroom. Our guests, already on their feet, begin
to throw petals in the air, raining us in the beautiful scent of rose.

“Woooo!” I hear
my maid of honour shout and it makes me chuckle through my happy tears.

We turn around,
hand in hand, to face our guests as they clap us excitedly. Nate and Thomas
walk towards me with my baby girl, who is hopping up and down in their arms,
desperate to get to me. “Come here angel.” I say as I reach my arms out to her
awaiting ones.

“Congratulations
baby girl.” Thomas says as he passes her over, kissing my cheek. “You deserve
the world princess.”

“Thank you,
Tom.” I say simply and hug my daughter to me.

We wave to
everyone and then turn and walk through the curtain archway leading inside. I
breathe in the flowery scent and smile to the heavens.

“Home,” I say
aloud so my husband can hear me.

“Home, forever
and always, Abbi,” He replies, kissing my temple and pulling me further into
the blinding, sparkling, rainbow abyss.

“Please welcome,
Mr and Mrs Lock, as they take the floor for their first dance as a married
couple.” I hear the singer of the band announce. I walk through the doors with
my wife in my hand.

“Ready, Mrs
Lock?” I ask her as her smile illuminates everything around me. If I had ever
had one single doubt about her love for me I was crazy, the way her eyes drown
me and consume my soul entirely, completes my life. I have my wife, my
beautiful girl, my beautiful son and hopefully many more to come.

“For always, Mr
Lock,” She replies, smiling bright at me, I take a deep breath and pull her
through the doors to the ballroom. This is her forever after, my forever after,
she is my belle and I her beast who has morphed into the respectable prince she
has made me.

“Let’s do this
baby.” We walk into the room, ambient with the decorative lights. A band stands
on the stage, awaiting their key to start, the dance floor shiny and unused,
lay waiting. We walk to the centre of the floor, our friends and family
surrounding the outside, looking in like hungry predators. It makes my heart
swell how happy I am. I have my brother and sister back, my son with me again,
plus a new sister in law.

We look into
each other’s eyes, deep, talking through them. The band starts playing the ballad
we have chosen for our first dance, wonderful tonight by Eric Clapton. She puts
her hands around my neck, pulling my face towards her. My hands circle her
waist and pull her flat against me. Our heat mates together, bonding and fusing
our future. This is it for me, everything I will or could ever need.

“You look
absolutely stunning, Baby.” I tell her, as we dance close to one another.

“You look sexy
in your tux too, baby” she replies and I know she is already being cheeky.

“You would look
sexy out of this dress, Mrs Lock, don’t tempt me to steal you away now before
the party’s truly begun.” I wink at her and damn my cock as it instantly hardens
at the thought of what she conceals under her dress. If it is anything like
what was under her birthday dress then I’m screwed.

“Soon baby, very,
very soon. Please.” I know she is begging I can see it in her eyes. They have
darkened, her skin has started to cover in a sheen of perspiration, her
breathing has accelerated, her heart rate following. I can feel the pumping of
her heart through her dress.

“Good, pet.” I
whisper in her ear, before nipping it. I hear the slight moan that leaves her
lips and I have to pull her further into me to hide my fucking erection.

“I can’t wait to
ride this hard cock baby.” She whispers back.

FUCK! How am I
going to last ‘til everyone has gone?

“I love you, you
know that right?” I ask her.

“Yes baby, I
know, and I love you too.” I smile at her, finishing the last of our dance
before the song finishes.

As it ends the
crowd clambers onto the dance floor to continue the dancing.

“Baby, look,” I
tell her, as I pull her front to my back and hold her to me. I point over to
the dance floor were Antonio dances with my sister, his towering height
captivating her miniscule height. He leans down, cupping her cheek in his hand,
pressing his lips to hers. She circles his neck with her arms and pulls him to
her. It makes me happy and proud of what she has become.

“Since fucking
when?” she asks and I can feel her giggling to herself.

“They’ve always
been in love Abbi, since she was a teenager. I told him this morning I wanted
him to go for it. He deserves it; they both deserve to be happy after
everything they’ve been through.” I explain to her.

“Me too, he
deserves her. I’m so happy and complete right now Leighton. Thank you for
always being my hero.” I kiss the top of her head and then swirl her around in
my arms to kiss her lips.

“May I?” a man’s
voice sounds from behind Abigail and I release her from my lips and open my
eyes. Her dad stands there, a happy smile coating his older face.

“Absolutely, as
long as I may dance with your beautiful wife?” I ask him, looking to Lisa in
her beautiful fitted dress. Her daughter, Abbi’s sister, is running around
somewhere like a nut job.

“Of course, it’s
only fair.” He tells me as he calls her over.

He takes
Abigail’s hand and leads her towards the floor. A beautiful ballad begins to
play as I take Lisa’s hand and manoeuvre across the room to stand by my wife
and Lisa’s husband.

We dance the
duration of the song and then Abbi’s stolen by Tom for a dance, followed by Ant
and my brother, Brandon, before I finally get another go. I dance with her very
pregnant best friend, my little sister and my brother’s wife.

Heaven, I am
well and truly there, and if I die, no place could be better than right here,
right now.

*****

It is getting
late and Lilly, Abbi’s little sister, is fast asleep on two adjoining chairs,
my son, Joseph joining her. The girls are giggling, as they do; the lads stand by
the bar laughing and cheering with me. The older folk are mingling as they
always
do at gatherings.

Melissa’s been
put to bed over an hour ago and by the sounds of the monitor, is sleeping
peacefully. Today has been out of this world amazing, everything I anticipated
and more.

I love my wife
with raw ferocity, I love my daughter and son more than my own life and I love
my life and everyone in it.

I breathe out a
contented sigh as my reception quietens down. “I still can’t believe it; Mr
Leighton Lock is married with kids. It’s something I thought I’d never see,
especially after Josie.” Antonio says as he throws an arm around my shoulders
and pulls me into a side hug.

“I know mate,
never thought I’d see the day either. But Abbi, god man, she is just my
absolute everything.” I admit to him, being a soppy old bastard.

“I know how you
feel Bro,” he tells me and I turn my head quickly to him.

“You feel that
strong about George?” I ask him, because to put it simply, this is orgy, casual
fuck, Antonio.

“Yes, mate, I
do. I wanted to ask you something and I hope you’ll let me?” he says and I
haven’t an idea of what he wants.

“Go on?” I look
quizzically at him, having to turn my head up a little.

“I wanted to ask
your permission, to ask Georgia to be my wife?” he blushes all over, his tanned
skin turning scarlet.

“No fucking
way!” I say happily, not angrily. “Abso-fucking-lutely.” I tell him, turning
fully to hug him properly. “You best ask Brandon as well though mate.” I tell
him. I know I am the eldest, but it will be important to both Georgia and
Brandon if you ask him also.

“Don’t worry I
will. Thanks Leigh. Thanks for everything. For letting me have Abbi for a
while, for our time together, for letting me be an uncle to Melissa and Joe,
for being my brother and for blessing me with your sister. I love you man.” I
am going to miss the guy and everything about him.

“I love you too,
Ant. Now you best go get your lady.” I slap his back and watch as he rushes off
and picks my sister up, swirling her in his arms before laying a kiss on her
lips.

I take a sip
from my scotch and relish in the fact I don’t need anything else. This is the
start to a magnificent journey that I can’t wait to take.

I can’t wait to
get my wife upstairs and in bed, to strip that delicate lace from her exquisite
body and bear witness to her flawless form.

I watch as Abbi
walks across the room, her dress glowing in the disco ball lights. Her hips
sashay sexily and her face is vibrant with an intoxicating smile.

She reaches me
and holds around my neck as she kisses me. “The party is nearly over, I’m real
tired. I’ve said goodbye. I’m going to go check on Mel and Joe and then go to
bed. I love you baby, I’ll see you upstairs soon okay.” she kisses me once more
and I stroke her arse as she walks past me, grabbing the baby monitor and
leaving the room.

“You are one
lucky man, Leighton.” Scott says as he stands beside me and joins me in a
scotch he really doesn’t need. He is already well over cut, stumbling and
mumbling his words. This is going to end in a mega hang over for him.

“Only you to go
now, mate,” I tell him. Everyone in our family now taken, yet he is still alone
and I know it is affecting him no matter how hard of an exterior he puts on

“I’ll be okay
mate. I’m just me.” he replies sadly as he downs the rest of his scotch, places
the tumbler down and walks outside to the patio.