After picking out the perfect wedding dress, my next stop was the lingerie store. I wanted to have a couple of sexy outfits for my older man, Keegan. The adult store in our area not only sold lingerie, but also sex toys, bondage accessories, and other sexy games. I purchased several items that I thought Keegan would particularly enjoy with me.
By the time I got home, the baby needed to be fed and Keegan was getting ready to go back to work till 3 o’clock in the morning. I know his work was busy that time of year, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I always wondered if he was still seeing Anne without telling me. Anne was the sex buddy I had set him up with when I was confined to bed rest and couldn’t please him in the bedroom. They had stopped seeing each other after the baby came, but a part of me always wondered if they were still secretly meeting.
I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and the next day, I drove to my mom’s place with the baby to go over the flower arrangements she had made for me. They were beautiful, but needed a few tweaks. The bouquet she made for me weighed 12 pounds and the rich burnt orange, red, yellow, and white colors extended throughout all of the center pieces and the trellis my step father built for our wedding.
The rest of the day went by smoothly—until the topic of religion came up. I hadn’t given it any thought; I just assumed that we would have a non-religious ceremony, as we are both agnostic. Sure, we were both raised in religious families, his being Catholic and mine being Christian. But that did not translate into our existing lives, or the life that we wanted to raise our children in. Well, considering my stepfather was a retired pastor, this did not go over well. It really just never occurred to me.
When I talked to Keegan about it, his reaction caught me totally off guard. It was the last thing I ever expected him to say…