Bonus Rock Kiss Story
With This Memo
By Nalini Singh
Thea's wedding day dawned bright and clear, the heavy humidity that had been plaguing Bali having lifted in the night. She'd grown up here, could taste the weather, knew it would hold until tonight at least.
She smiled a smile so deep it threatened to carve itself permanently on her face: her and David's wedding day was going to be beautiful.
Checking the little clock on her bedside table, she saw she had plenty of time to go downstairs to the kitchen and grab a cup of coffee before showering. Her father would likely also be up, would've got the pot going. Thea would have a cup with him, this man who'd raised her as his own and who'd always been there for all three of his daughters.
Her heart filled, overflowed.
She got out of bed, stretched, then smiled again. She was about to marry the man she loved with everything in her. And that wedding would take place in front of the people they loved and who loved them in turn. Thea couldn't imagine that she could be any more happy than she was at this moment.
It was as she was walking to her door to pull on the robe that hung on the back that she saw the envelope lying on the gleaming wood of the floor. It had clearly been pushed under the door. She picked it up, found her name written on it in a distinctive hand. Butterflies taking flight in her stomach, she returned to the bed, sat down, and opened the envelope to discover a handwritten memo.
To: Thea Arsana
From: David Rivera
In which I, your future husband, attempt to convince you that I am not an idiot and that you should still marry me.
Yes, I know I have a tattoo of a daisy on my ass, but in my defense, at the time I made the decision to get said daisy I was drinking some stuff that shouldn't be legal. I'd argue that this is an indisputable case of diminished responsibility.
Also, even stone drunk, I apparently would not shut up about how much I love you. Abe told me that I asked the tattoo artist to ink your name around the daisy.
Thea began to giggle, the sound so unusual coming from her throat that had her sisters heard her, they'd have come in at once to investigate. Thankfully, as teenagers, they were still comatose at this hour.
Abe, however, was able to talk me out of that genius idea. Apparently by telling me that you'd kick my ass if I put your name on that ass. After which, I asked the tattoo guy to ink your name in ten-inch letters across my back and I was apparently quite belligerent when Abe hauled me off and told me it was Fox's turn for a daisy. (No, I don't know why daisies.)
Added to that... Okay, I have no other extenuating circumstances to put forward, but in conclusion, I say: no matter what, I love you. I'll always love you. I can't wait to be your husband.
Thea pressed the memo to her heart. It was her wedding day. She could be foolish and romantic if she wanted to be. And though she knew David was well aware she adored him, she found her phone and sent him a message anyway: I'll marry you today, tomorrow, and any other day you want.
The response came fast for David--who was the slowest texter she'd ever known. It meant he'd started the reply as soon as he'd received her message.
I did get a tattoo of your name--yesterday, when I was as sober as a judge. You'll have to find where it is on our wedding night. Clue: not anywhere near the daisy.
Thea laughed softly. Deal. She sent him some kisses, got some back... and then it was time to start getting ready for their wedding. But first, she made a silent promise to herself to write David a memo during their honeymoon. It might not be the language of romance for anyone else, but it was theirs. And each time she read one of his memos or wrote one to him, she remembered how much her drummer loved her. Enough to fight her demons and haul her right into his arms.
After carefully putting the memo in a safe place, she glanced over at where her wedding sari hung on a garment rack in front of the wardrobe; the dawn sunlight made it glow, catching on the fine metallic threads in the fabric and spilling golden light across the entire room.
Yes, it was going to be a beautiful day.
The best thing was that by the end of it, she'd wear David's ring on her finger and he'd wear her ring on his. Signed, sealed... and memoed.
(c) Copyright 2016 by Nalini Singh
Nalini Singh, With This Memo
(Series: Rock Kiss # 4.10)
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