The Family Pet Ch. 05

Finding somewhere to host this non-marriage though was easier said than done, and in the end an outdoor ceremony seemed the perfect place. So it was here in this deserted forest that Amy found herself about to walk out in front of all her family and friends and tell them once and for all how she intended to be with Taylor for the rest of her life.

Some of Amy's English friends had come over, and her parents and some close family of course, but it was mainly Taylor's friends here and it was one of those friends, Eliza, who came bounding over to her. She was hitching up her dress so it didn't scrape along the woodland carpet of twigs and mud, something she should bear in mind. She stopped as she reached them and said.

'Taylor's ready now. Are you guys?'

Her father gave her a questioning stare and Amy nodded and replied.

'About as ready as I'll ever be...'

'Great, I'll tell them to start the music. When you hear it, start walking, oh you know what to do, you planned all this. Good luck.'

Amy braced herself and her dad took her arm in his. That felt reassuring. Her heart was beating at a hundred miles per hour and the bouqet in her hands was shaking fiercely. She was nervous but also, well there was no other way to say it, but incredibly fucking excited. The goosebumps on her arm weren't just from the cold.

As her dad lay a reassuring hand on that arm stroking it, he looked like was about to say a few words of encouragement when the music started. They had skipped the boring wedding march and gone for an abridged favourite, the last verse of Manfred Mann's 'Doo Wah Diddy'. His lips opened then shut and they knew it was time to walk not to talk. She took the first steps forward down their makeshift aisle.

'Now we're together nearly every single day singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo'

They slowly proceeded down a woodland clearing that led to a larger clearing where about forty to fifty people were seated on wooden stools, deckchairs and camping chairs, anything they could bring for themselves basically. Out of the corner of her eye, she could make out Taylor and her dad proceeding down another similar clearing to the left of her. She knew she shouldn't look until she got to the end but from the brief glimpse she got, Taylor looked resplendent. She was wearing a white floor length dress with black and red flowers embroidered in.

'Now we're so happy and it's how we're gonna stay, singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo'

Given their non-traditional wedding, they had insisted on no fancy wedding dresses, not that they could afford them anyway. Still she had no idea what she would look like until now and she really did look a million dollars on this day of all days. Her hair was up in an elegant bun and her make up accentuated her eyes perfectly, which were sparkling with glee. As she marched down the aisle in time with the music, Amy couldn't just wait to get those words she'd been rehearsing in her head over with so she could kiss her bride.

'NOW I'M HERS... I'm hers...'

She reached the end and her father stepped back, leaving her alone and waiting for a second until...

'SHE'S MINE... She's mine...'

... Taylor was right there beside her...

'I'm hers, she's mine, wedding bells are gonna chime!'

The music drifted off as the sound on the crackly boombox someone had brought was turned down and it was it. Taylor was here beside her and it was time. They both stole a glance at each other and joy lit up their faces in the widest smiles possible. Taylor's friend Ted stepped up from a stool and wheeled in front of them. Ted was a stand up comedian and a great speaker so they had asked him to say a few words as some kind of officiator. They needed some structure but Ted wouldn't take himself too seriously, no chance of that.

'OK ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, lads and lasses, welcome along to this party. I will be your host for this evening to celebrate these two lovely ladies and their love for each other.'

His tone was humorous and light, and the audience laughed along at the levity of this situation. Amy and Taylor beamed broadly and the ceremony proceeded. It mainly consisted of their own handwritten and heartfelt vows. When it had nearly come to a close, Ted leaned in and then shouted.

'Well by the power invested in me... well by you two, I declare you two people very much in love who aren't technically married but are in the eyes of everyone who... Oh what the hell, wife and wife. You may kiss your brides!'

While the audience giggled and clapped, Taylor didn't want to laugh. She just wanted to kiss Amy so much at that point and both couldn't lean in fast enough. When their lips met, their whole congregation cheered and hooted.

That kiss felt amazing for Taylor, to know Amy was hers now, that they had made a commitment and that everyone around them supported it and was cheering it. She didn't want to break away but did eventually. When she did, their eyes still lingered on each other. Amy looked dazed with happiness, awestruck by what they had just done.

It was as if a smile was about to play across her lips, but she felt the need to hold it back, for if she did she would stretch her face out and tear it open, so wide would it be with her happiness. Out of nowhere, that perfect moment was interrupted when Ted shrieked and threw some confetti at them. They could only laugh at that as well, and the little dots of white in Amy's brown hair made her look even cuter.

The rest of the day passed pretty quickly and was a blur of socialising and thanking people for coming. Everyone wanted to know about the baby and it was with great joy that they told her that at the moment it looked like they were having a very healthy girl.

They all got cabs to the reception which they held in Sarah's bar, who had only been too glad to shut up for one night and give their guests the run of the place. Taylor had told her she couldn't thank her enough. Sarah told her there was something she could do for her but they would discuss it later when they had a chance.

For what was often a grubby bar, Sarah had cleaned the place up real good. She had lined all the chairs up at the side and around tables so there was sitting space, but also room for a dance floor. Plus, the booths were clean and filled with food and free drinks which she had laid on courtesy of Amy's parents. Both their parents were mingling and meeting for the first time, which seemed to be going okay... ish.

Amy's slightly prim and conservative English parents were a bit taken aback by all the outlandish American lesbians that her daughter now hung out with, but were very polite all the same. After the incident when she had come out, Amy's mom had come round and was now very tolerant. That still didn't prepare her for a twenty minute conversation with their friend Jamie, a 6ft butch trucker with a blue Mohican who fit about every dyke stereotype in the book. Still her mother was soldiering on admirably, and Amy thought she must remember for being so understanding these days.

Soon enough when the drinks had flowed and everyone had nibbled on the buffet a bit, it was time for the first dance. When they made their way to the cleared area, everyone hollered and cheered. Taylor signalled for the music to be played, they had just made some mixtapes to be played throughout the night, nothing fancy and then took Amy in her arms.

Amy sunk into her shoulder, one hand entwined with Taylor's and held aloft. The other went to Taylor's shoulder, a classic ballroom pose, and Taylor wrapped her arm around her new wife's waist. When the Frank Sinatra version of 'Bewitched Bothered and Bewildered' started playing, they swayed softly in time with the gentle swing.

'She's a fool and don't I know it

But a fool can have her charms

I'm in love and don't I show it

Like a babe in arms'

Amy nuzzled into her neck as they swayed, utterly content to just be one whole with Taylor at that moment, not caring that all these people were watching and adoring them right now. When Taylor led her in the dance she followed, as she would for the rest of her life.

'Love's the same old sensation

Lately I've not slept a wink

Since this silly situation

Has me on the brink'

Taylor pressed into her as much as possible, the baby coming between them but still part of their dancing form, part of them. Little unborn Karen was as much a part of this wedding as the two of them and there was not five minutes when Amy and Taylor didn't think of their daughter to come. As they danced, Amy crooked her head up from the warm of her neck and whispered six little words softly.

'I love you so much Tay...'

'I'm wild again

Beguiled again

A simpering, whimpering child again

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I'

Though it went unsaid, Taylor whispered it back too. She was bewitched, bewitched with the amazing woman pressed up close to her carrying their child. She was bothered she could not help share the load of this pregnancy with her and she was bewildered how much love she could have for this person she had met by chance in a library only ten months ago.

The music came to an end and everyone clapped and cheered for what felt like the millionth time that day, not that she was complaining, and another song came on. Taylor's dad had already taken Amy's mom by the hand and offered to show her how good Americans dance. She turned to Amy who was rubbing her belly.

'Need to sit down?'

Amy nodded and smiled and she helped her over to a chair. As she was sitting down and the dance floor was filling up, Taylor felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see Sarah. She asked if she could have that private word. Taylor turned to Amy to ask permission and Amy rolled her eyes.

'I'll be fine, go! I'm not one of those wives you have to run every little thing by, I hope!'

All three of them chuckled at that and then Sarah led her off behind the bar, hoping to chat, but it was still a little noisy so she opened the door that led down to the bar's basement. They stepped onto the stairs, switched the light on and conversed there. Sarah squealed and hugged her.

'Congratulations! I always thought it would be me and you walking down that aisle but I guess you settled for that Amy bitch.' Taylor looked concerned at that before she butted in. 'I'm obviously kidding! I got over you a long time ago, don't flatter yourself hun. But seriously congratulations are in order.'

'Haha, I know you're still secretly gagging for some of this sugar! Thank you so much, seriously. And thanks for letting us use the bar, if you ever need me to do extra shifts, even for free, I'm totally your slave.'

'That's kinda what I was hoping to talk to you about. I have something of a big proposition for you. Huge in fact.'

Taylor's brow furrowed and she looked confused. The way Sarah was standing she clearly had something huge to get off her chest and Taylor just waited for her to spit it out.

'OK, it's a biggie. Basically, I got a call the other day. My great-aunt Denise passed away.'

'Oh, I'm so sorry.'

'Don't be. The old girl was 92 and had a great life. She was always my favourite family member. I told you about the difficultly in my family when I came out?'

Taylor nodded. Sarah had poured her heart out to her many a time over a glass of wine in this bar after hours. Sarah came from the Deep South and had had a torrid time over her sexuality. She told her family when she was eleven, not realising the danger she was putting herself in, and instantly became a pariah. Her family refused to accept her claims and had even tried to send her to some kind of religious conversion.

At that point, she had run to live off with her great aunt Denise who was the only one in the family who had accepted it, having come from more liberal California but moving when she'd married a Texan. After her husband Owen had passed away ten years ago, she had moved back to California and bought a huge mansion.

'Well auntie Denise was always the one who supported me the most and always said the rest of my family should be ashamed for the way they treated me. I think that's why... well in her will, as a last fuck you to them, she left me everything. The house in LA, all her money, her car... everything...'

Taylor was stunned but Sarah carried on.

'So the favour, well more like offer, I have to put to you is this. I'm gonna be moving away, for good. And I need to get rid of this place. And I was wondering, did you wanna buy it?'

Taylor was dumbstruck. She hadn't expected this on her wedding day. Or to ever be even asked about buying a bar. There was no way she could afford it, not with a baby on the way. As if she could read her mind, Sarah jumped in.

'I know you can't afford it, at the moment. But I really don't want to sell this place to anyone. I've poured a lot of my life into this place and I want it to go to someone who gets it. Someone like you. So here's my plan. Small payments every year, small payments you can afford on your schedule, completely interest free.' Before Taylor could protest again, she beat her to it. 'Don't worry about me. I can afford it.' She blushed as she added. 'I'm kinda rich now... quite rich.'

Taylor felt a momentary pang of jealousy, if only she had a sudden windfall which could solve her and Amy's financial concerns but it soon passed. She couldn't hold twisted feelings like that in her belly on her wedding day, and besides not only was Sarah being completely gracious about it but she was offering her a once in a lifetime deal that was far too generous.

She clearly wanted to make sure this bar was left in good hands. She considered the proposal and thought about it without the money element being a factor for once.

She had certainly not gone to college to own a bar, But then what had she gone to college for? Fucking straight girls and making them love me, she laughed to herself mentally. But honestly, she didn't really know, she was just doing it to meet people mostly and who didn't want to go to college. Who had parents who didn't push them there?

Her career plans had been put on hold as soon as Amy had confided in her that she was pregnant. When she'd made that life changing decision that she would support her and raise it with as her own, she had had to look for a job straight away. She had got some work in an office but she much preferred working in Sarah's bar.

When she thought about it, she liked working with people, flirting a little and getting tips, chatting to them about their day and the hustle and bustle of a busy weekend night with the dukebox playing and the complimentary drinks flowing. Would it be such a bad idea? It would be expensive but if Sarah really could afford to keep her afloat, she'd have her own business. That must be good for the sake of the baby.

'Your offer is so kind. Thank you, you are such an amazing friend. I'd need to talk about it with Amy, but I think... I think I'd be keen.'

'Great! Well look I know you need time, we can talk about it when you get back from the honeymoon. Where are you two heading?'

'Er, Greece.'

'Oh nice, anywhere in particular, Athens?' Taylor blushed and giggled.

'No, we just thought for this lesbian wedding, where else but Lesbos?'

Sarah guffawed and hooted and Taylor couldn't help but join in as well.

'Oh you two are cute. Where else but Lesbos indeed? Well have a great time, talk to the old ball and chain then get back to me.'

'I will, thank you so much Sarah.'

They hugged one last time, then Sarah opened the basement door and they stepped back into the party. Taylor saw her dad was now dancing with Amy now and hurried over to intervene. The couple spent the next hour or so finishing off their goodbyes and thank yous until it was finally time for the pre-booked taxi to arrive to take them to the airport.

Everyone saw them to the door and wished them a lovely time in Greece. Eventually they managed to part from the throng and get in the cab. The guests all piled out to wave them off as they drove off into the sunset.

In the back of the cab, Amy realised it was the first time she had been alone with Taylor all day as they had had to share a cab coming back from the woods to the bar. She felt a sudden urge to kiss her, a need Taylor clearly shared as they had both turned to face each other with passion in their eyes.

Amy brought her hands up and round to the back of Taylor's next and pulled her love closer to meet her lips, brushing together and meeting in a fierce long awaited proper kiss.

Neither of them cared that the fat old taxi driver wasn't particularly concentrating on the road, choosing to focus in his rear view mirror while saliva dribbled from his cheeks. For them, it felt so good just to sink into each other indefinitely and explore each other for the first time wife and wife. As they kissed, the life inside Amy gave a little kick which made her jump a little.

'Was that...?' Taylor asked and Amy nodded contently.

Taylor put her hand on her stomach to feel for more, but felt nothing until... there it was again, a small kick but a kick nonetheless. The pride she felt kept her from kissing Amy for a few seconds, then her tongue obeyed its desire to feel Amy's tongue again and they returned to the sensual embrace. They kissed and groped each other all the way to the airport. When they arrived and hauled out their luggage, all the taxi driver had to say was this.

'For you newlyweds... and two such fine dykes as yourself, no charge. Just promise you'll send me the honeymoon video.'

They weren't sure whether to be pleased or disgusted, but he sped off cackling and they both thought a free ride is a free ride. They checked in and loaded up their bags, holding hands in the airport lounge, waiting desperately for the plane to come and stealing kisses when no-one was looking.

Finally they were admitted onto the plane, and after an hour they were in the skies. The flight took nine hours altogether and Amy was incredibly bored. Taylor had fallen asleep and was slumped on her shoulder drooling, but she really needed to pee. She had done for an hour but didn't want to wake Taylor. There was only so much her bladder could take though and in the end, she relented and pushed Taylor off her, who woke up slowly and grumpily. She apologised and explained she really needed to go.

Taylor started to stir and let her pass and Amy sped off to find the on flight toilets. She found them on the top floor of the double decker plane in a secluded area and hastily bolted in, shut the door behind her and pulled down her pants. Frustratingly, just as she was about to go, an oddly gruff voice called out from the other side.

'Airways security, open up missy!'

Bewildered, she called back asking for clarification and the voice became more familiar.

'Open up, it's me silly!' Amy sighed and undid the catch and Taylor slipped in to the small cubicle shutting the door behind her. There was a mischievous glint in her eye.

'So?

'So what?'

'So that little show about needing to pee? We gonna join the club or what?'

'What show? I actually need to pee so fucking bad, and you've been passed out on me for the last hour!' Taylor giggled, not that Amy thought it was funny.

'Oh, well don't let me stop you then. In fact...'

Somehow in the tiny cramped space, she managed to find room to drop to her knees and look up at Amy, winking. Amy rolled her eyes but couldn't deny how hot she looked down there.

'Really? On a plane.' Still grinning devilishly on her knees, Taylor replied.

'I don't see why not. Come on, piss in me baby, let me treat you.'

Fuck, she was a hot temptress. Amy couldn't resist those words and unbuttoned her travel jeans that she'd got changed into back in the airport toilet. When her panties were around her ankles, she spread and adjusted her legs then pulled Taylor's face and mouth close into her crotch, so she covered all of her hole.