Chapter 4: Honeymoon Surprise Wedding

Roy:

I wanted to kill the son-of-a-bitch. Dammit. I wanted him dead. And I wanted to mop up his blood with his girlfriend’s hair. How dare he hurt my mother like he did!! After I threw him and his whore out the front door of our home, I told him flat out that he would not ever be able to walk again if he showed up at the house when me or mom were around. Then I told him I would hunt him down if he took something that didn’t belong to him out of the house.

After I said that he went to hit me, but I stopped his hand, grabbed him by the throat and softly explained, “Dad, you blew it. I am going to take care of mom now and if you want to mix it up with me, trust me, I fight dirty and you will have several broken bones.”

His fight suddenly left him. He had been paying for me to go to kickboxing classes for the last twelve years. The last twelve months I had been undefeated after ten fights before I quit. It just wasn’t for me. My Dad left after that without another word.

I knew my mom better than anyone knew her. She was my mom, after all. I knew what this cruise meant to her; it was her lifelong dream. I held my mom most of the night. It was after three in the morning before she fell asleep. I cleaned the dining room and kitchen. I took all the food out to the trash cans. I knew if she had seen it then she would start to cry again.

After I had everything cleaned up, I went back upstairs and cuddled my mom again. I put my arms around her to hold her. I wanted her to know that I had her back, and that I would be there for her always.

As I started to drift off to sleep, a plan started to form in my mind, and I knew that I wanted to go on the cruise with my mom. Yea. I could do that. I squeezed my mom tighter as I faded off to sleep.

The week before the cruise went surprisingly fast. Each day I could see mom’s excitement and appreciation of what I was doing for her.

Finally, we walked aboard the ship and I felt like a king as my mom had my arm. Several people looked at us and smiled. Several men, both young and old, ogled my fiancé-mom. I felt so proud walking with her.

Right away we met a couple who were on their second honeymoon and had been married for five years. I shook his hand and congratulated her. They both congratulated me and my fiancé for our betrothal.

They offered to be witnesses to our wedding. It was then that another idea came to me. It was Monday and the wedding was to be on Wednesday, which gave me just enough time to get everything ready for mom’s special day.

At exactly midnight Wednesday morning, the wedding organizers ‘kidnapped’ mom. A groom is not supposed to see the bride before the wedding. I knew where they were taking her and the other brides, but mom, well she was going to get something special.

I waited in the stateroom for a while, then I did a little shopping at the ship’s store. I had until 11:00am before I would be expected at the altar. To tell the truth I was looking forward to the ceremony. I hadn’t seen my mom in her wedding dress yet, but I knew she was going to be beautiful. I made extra arrangements for her to have a complete makeover, and I told them not to be too heavy on the makeup because my fiancé was already beautiful and didn’t need any. Ashly, the hairdresser, promised that she would make her more beautiful. I told her that that would be the easiest job she ever performed. I got a few “Ahhhhs...” from the women around, but they had never seen my mom-fiancé...

I ate breakfast in the buffet and drank decaf coffee. From there I went to the ship’s gift shop and found a really nice suit and a new pair of loafers. I didn’t like the loafers, I am a cowboy and I prefer boots, but they had none. I paid for my purchases with my dad’s credit card. He gave it to me after I threatened him with physical violence if he didn’t pay for at least part of the cruise, as he had ruined it so completely for her.

Then, as I waited for my mom’s big moment, I did nothing but pray that I could make it special for her.