Chapter 127 - GETTING READY

I felt like I hadn't been asleep for very long by the time that EZ came barging into my room. He turned on the light and was already talking to me before my brain was even awake enough to process the words that he was saying.

"Come on Jacy baby, it's time to get up. I need to make you beautiful for your special day."

"Urgh!" I groaned unhappily as I sat up in the bed. "What did you say, you little punk?"

"I said come on Jacy baby, it's time to get up. I need to make you beautiful for your special day."

"Are you saying I am not already beautiful?" I glared at him as I tried my best to sit up.

"You're always gorgeous, love. However, today you need to be extra beautiful. I need to make you so gorgeous that the entire wedding party is left feeling uncomfortable because Kyle can barely keep his hands off of you. I want you to be a walking piece of sex that Kyle literally craves all day long."

"No offense, EZ, but you're a guy, and a gay one at that. You have no idea how to make a woman sexy."

"No offense to you, Jacy baby, but with my skills I can turn any man gay. I know what appeals to all of them." He winked at me and I burst into a fit of laughter. This conversation was so not normal.

After that, EZ pulled me from the bed and dragged me into the bathroom. He had me half undressed before I processed what it was he was doing.

"Geez EZ, I didn't think you wanted to see me naked that bad."

"Haha, funny. Now shut up, strip, and shower." He made his point by smacking my ass to hurry me along.

I did as he asked, taking a long, relaxing hot shower. Only EZ intervened and turned the water cold on me at the end.

"This will close your pores and make your skin look better." 

"DAMMIT EZ!" I shouted at him as I shivered and hopped out of the water.

"Oh no, you don't. Get back in there and make that skin of yours beautiful." EZ literally pushed me back toward the water that was cascading from the multiple shower heads. Kyle was right, EZ was scary.

Following my shower torture, I was finally able to dry off and wrap a towel around me. I wasn't allowed to get dressed since I apparently had too much to do before then. EZ sat me in a chair while I was only covered in that towel. He slathered creams all over my face, chest, arms, back, and legs. By the time he was done, my towel was only draped over my lap to cover one very small part of me.

My skin felt great by the time he was done, but my dignity and shame were torn to shreds, the little bit that I had to start with. I was waiting for EZ to start on my hair and make up so that I could get dressed for the wedding. However, he just threw a pair of sweats at me and told me to get dressed. He grabbed my dress and a whole cart full of supplies. OK, his cart was actually a rolling suitcase but that was just as bad.

EZ dragged me out of the condo and into the car so that he could drive me to his parent's house. He drove my truck into the garage and took me in through the back so that no one could see me, it was like a secret mission or something.

This whole morning had been a whirlwind already. And EZ was not done yet. The wedding was starting at around noon so we didn't have much time to waste right now.

EZ brushed my hair, and brushed it some more, and then just for kicks he brushed it more. It was shining and silky smooth by the time that he was done. Then I watched in the mirror as EZ loosely pulled back the top of my hair.

Once my hair was half up and half down, EZ set to work with a curling iron, hairspray, and several other types of hair products that I really didn't know how to use. I was a failure as a woman.

It took an hour, minimum, for EZ to tame my long hair into the curls that he wanted. I had to admit though, my hair looked amazing. He even added a little silver headpiece for holding the veil in place.

Now that my hair was done he turned me around so I couldn't see the mirror and started working on my makeup. I honestly felt terrified right now. I knew he was going to make me look good, but I was still scared.

I felt him working on my face with different sponges, brushes, and several products. It felt like I was sitting there for hours with nothing to occupy me except for EZ's demands for what to do.

He didn't even let me see myself when he was done with his 'masterpiece' as he called it.

"No time to look." He scolded me. "Let's get you into the dress now."

EZ had been running me ragged already, and I didn't even have a chance to eat breakfast. The baby in my womb was protesting it's Uncle EZ's enthusiasm for the day.

I was dragged across the room to where my dress was waiting for me next to the door. I was FINALLY allowed to take off the sweats and put on a bra and panties. I didn't much like the feeling of being in the sweats with nothing on under them.

Now that I was partially clothed again, EZ took my dress from the garment bag and helped me into it. He buttoned the back of it for me and repositioned my hair so that it was not trapped by the dress. He handed me a pair of small nylon socks, the kind you wear when sliding on a small pair of ballet flats.

Now that just the sides and bottoms of my feet were covered I was given a brand new pair of boots. I had thought that I was just going to wear my old ones but EZ thought of this too. I slid them on and laced them up the sides. They didn't go very high, but they were past my ankles.

After my boots were in place EZ handed me a brand new dark red leather jacket. He had actually made this the perfect day for me. If I had to get married I wanted to make it so I was in something that represented me personally.

While I was still seated in the chair from putting on my boots and admiring my jacket, EZ slid on the veil that would complete the look for the day. Then, and only then, was I allowed to look in the mirror and see how I looked.

I barely recognized myself. I could tell it was me but it wasn't me at the same time. That kind of broke my heart. I didn't want to tell EZ that I was sad that I looked so different because he had worked hard to create this look for me. Though, I could still see pieces of my style, and not just the jacket and boots. The design of the dress and the matching color for the makeup, it all had hints of me in it. I was just not used to seeing myself like this I guess.

"You look stunning." EZ smiled at me. "I made sure that I didn't eliminate your style either." It was like he was reading my mind and could sense my worries.

"Thank you EZ." I hugged him to show my appreciation for what he had done. I really did look good.

"Alright, alright, enough of this. It's time for us to get going. You've got a wedding to go to." He was pulling away from me and holding my hand.

I felt the nerves even more now. I was going to get married. I was going to be walking down the aisle in front of everyone that I knew and people that I barely knew. I was going to be the one in the spotlight, the spectacle. I couldn't do this.

With a pounding heart and breathing just shy of hyperventilation, I collapsed back into the chair I had been in earlier and placed a hand on my belly. All the nerves I was feeling was making the baby in my belly flutter and flip way more than usual. At the current moment, I felt like I had a sea monster inside of me, swimming around and stirring up tsunamis.

"I don't know if I can do this, EZ." I let my panic show. I was never this weak and it was really pissing me off, but I couldn't help it.

"Yes you can, and you know it. I'll be there with you, Lucian will be there too. Mom, Dad, and my sisters as well. And of course Kyle will be there for you. You can do it." His voice was soft, his words were kind but my heart and nerves didn't care.

"I'm not the wife type though." That had been my biggest fear this entire time. I was afraid that I wasn't good enough for Kyle. "He deserves someone better than me." I let that insecurity out for the first time ever.

"If he wanted someone other than you, would he have asked you to marry him? Would he be the happiest man in the world when he was with you if he wanted someone other than you? He loves you, Jacy baby. He loves you as much as any man could love their partner. He loves you, he wants you, and he's happy with you."

I knew what he was saying was true, but I was still about to argue with him some more. He stopped my protest before I could though.

"Uh uh, you keep that mouth of yours shut right now young lady." He was scolding me but in a playful manner. "Kyle is an amazing guy; he's smart, capable, and sexy as all hell. But you want to know something, Jacy, you're a catch too. You may not see yourself as feminine but you're as sexy as they come. You may see yourself as undomesticated or whatever, but Kyle can take care of that for the both of you, don't live in the past with those stupid gender sterotypes. What you are, Jacy baby, is smart, sexy, cool, beautiful, capable, and strong. There isn't another woman like you anywhere. You're the only you, and Kyle needs and wants you." He grinned at me and held his hand out again. "Now come on, let's not keep your man waiting on you."

Finally, my nerves started to settle. EZ really had been there for me in the best way possible, and he was right. Kyle chose me, fate or not. He chased me down and took me because I was what he wanted. Nothing and no one else, he only wanted me. Why was I just now doubting myself when it was time for us to finally say 'I do'?

"Alright, EZ, let's go."