Mama No. 2

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~Cali~

Our wedding is an intimate one. I guess it has become a tradition in our family to have weddings away from people’s prying eyes.

We flew to Castlebar, where Evan’s mother and sister are residing. I was nervous as hell as the plane landed in Ireland. I don’t know if his mom would like me or not. His sister Aoibhe is the only person I got to talk to over the phone for the details of our wedding and I knew we would be really good sisters. Shawn and Daniel flew three days early to secure every detail regarding the preparation.

“Princess?” Evan pressed my hand as we drove to his mom’s place. Our family and friends came with us, but they’ll be staying in a hotel. It was my bright idea that we stay in his mom’s place and now I’m dreading this decision.

“Hm?”

“Mamaí will love you.” He raised our twined hand on his lips, kissing the back of my knuckles.

I sighed, “what if she doesn’t?”

“That’s nonsense, baby,” he assured me, wounding his arms around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him.

As we traveled to his mom’s place, I watched the town where he spent those months that he tried to forget about me. This town looks so peaceful, so far from the noise and sleepless nights of New York City. No traffic, no crowded streets, and as the drive took place, Evan opened his window, greeting a few pedestrians along the way.

“You seemed to love this place,” I commented as our driver took a curve, now entering a much verdant scenery. Everywhere I look, green is the dominant color. This town preserved the environment pretty well, and the fresh chilly air made my skin tickle as it filled the confines of our car.

“I enjoyed my stay here with mamaí and Aoibhe. It’s one of those places where everyone knows everyone,” he chuckled. “There was even a point where I never wanted to leave. I like the laid-back lifestyle, still do.”

I hummed, understanding what he meant. When we met in Barbados, I never thought Evan was a CEO of a billion-dollar company. It crossed my mind a few times because of the way he brings himself. But I never met a person who worked harder than him every time we were together. Even now, he still works on the ground with his people and it’s truly a remarkable attitude of his.

Out of curiosity, I asked, “what made you change your mind?”

If he didn’t leave this place and stayed with his family, I don’t think I’d be wearing this engagement ring on my finger today.

“You.”

I bite on my lip, suppressing a smile from tearing my face apart. “Me?”

Even chuckled, poking my nose, “you know why.”

I shook my head, teasing him. “No, I don’t.”

He let out a groan. “You really want me to say it?”

I nodded, the tension twisting my nerve earlier now so far - it probably flew back to Manhattan by itself. His smile is contagious, everything about him is addictive.

“You’re teasing me. Wait till I have you all to myself.”

“We have the rest of our lives for that, Evan.”

A flash of emotion that I could only associate with love overcame his beautiful face. He clasped the back of my neck, tilting my face to claim my lips in a gentle kiss.

God, I’m so in love with him.

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As soon as we stepped inside the five-bedroom house, Evan moved to embrace the lady with deep chestnut hair. It was almost nighttime when we arrived, and the fireplace in the living room was enough to make me feel at home.

“Mamaí,” Evan pulled away from the lady, who can not be mistaken to be Evan’s mom, Laoise. Evan inherited her bright brown eyes. And I can’t help but feel edgy about the way she was regarding me. “This is my fiancée, Cali.”

I’ve never felt more nervous in my entire life about someone’s impression of me, but I took a deep breath and smiled, offering my hand for a shake. “It’s nice to meet-”

Laoise’s gesture rendered me speechless. She hauled me for a hug, a warm, tight embrace that made me sigh in relief. “Welcome to our home, iníon.” Having been learning little Irish because of Evan, her endearment made my eyes mist as she rubbed my back up and down. (daughter)

It was nice to have two of my fiancé’s mother’s approval. And I knew right then that everything would be okay, just like what Evan mumbled.

Aoibhe, Evan’s sister, was a different story, though. If his mom greeted me with an embrace, the girl with blond hair like Evan tackled me to the ground when she came downstairs, resulting in both of us landing on their warm carpeted floor.

Evan and Laoise scolded her. But I told them I was okay. She acts as if we’ve been friends since we were little, and I kinda love it that way.

We talked about our plans for the wedding over dinner and the food was damn amazing. I can’t help moaning with each bite I had of dublin coddle and Irish stew. His mom also prepared pasta dishes for me, but I was so in love with the leftover meals. I ate so much that I knew my wedding dress wouldn’t fit for tomorrow. Good thing I have Shawn with me to make adjustments.

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I volunteered to wash the dishes and was glad that they allowed me while Aoibhe played the piano. Evan was keen on listening to his sister sing and I bet Ren would fall in love with her instantly.

“Need help?” Laoise’s voice startled me. I was keenly listening to Aoibhe, wondering if she’d want to become a recording artist, for she got a damn wonderful voice.

“Uhm,” I shook my head. “Almost done.” I smiled, setting the last set of silverware into the drawer after drying them.

“I never knew you are such a beauty.” Her words turned me into a blushing mess. She giggled and patted my shoulder, probably seeing me shifting in my foot. “Glad that he finally gave it to you.” She motioned to my engagement ring. “That boy took long enough to have the balls and ask for your hand.”

I almost choked on my breath. Both from her blatant words and wonder… only if she knew how we ended up being engaged...

“Evan told me this was yours,” I said instead, leaning on the counter, accepting the cup of tea she made while I finished my chores. “I’m honored to wear it. Thank you so much-” her brows raised “-Mamaí.”

She scolded me through dinner for not calling her that and it’s nice, actually, to get approval from both of Evan’s mother.

“I will not accept you inside this house again if you don’t call me Mamaí…” her eyes squinting playfully, making me sigh and giggle.

Now I get where Evan’s playfulness came from.

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“Are you ready for today?” Evan asked me as we waited for morning to come.

I am damn excited for this day to arrive that I barely got a wink of sleep.

“Are you?” I laid on my side, propping on my elbows, gazing at his beautiful face. I can’t believe I’m getting married to the love of my life. Although a little late in my timeline, the saying better late than never is still better indeed.

“You still have time to change your mind,” he mimicked my lying position, fingers tracing the neckline of his sweatshirt that I slept on.

“Why? Are you afraid that I will dominate you again?” I crawled on top of him, pushing him to submit. He groaned as I ground my hips on the obviously excited part of his body.

“I don’t mind being under you, Princess,” he smirked, surprising me by flipping us over. “As long as I get to have you forever.”

I blushed under him. “Are we really getting married today?”

His lips crashed against mine, gently and lovingly. “Yes, and I get to have two weeks alone with you for our honeymoon.”

“Why don’t we move that honeymoon part a tad earlier than scheduled?” I was already tugging on the hem of his sweater.

Evan smirked, “anything for you, Princess.”

To say Ren and Shawn scolded me for having a lot of lovebites on my wedding day was an understatement. Well, their lectures fell on deaf ears. I was too happy and honored to be Mrs. Evan Carter, so scold away...

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