To say that Johnny Benson was cutting his marriage close would be an understatement. Just a week more and he would have officially been an illegal immigrant. What was the big deal? He wasn’t smuggling drugs or anything. But low and behold, he didn’t have to wait long for his cell phone to ring with news of his fiancé. As soon as he heard her name, he looked her up. Johnny couldn’t help it, he wanted to figure out, mostly, if she was hot and secondly how old she was. Was she a couger? Was he going to be a cradle robber? Well, as it turned out, it was the latter. Her age didn’t bother him that much and was instead relieved that he wasn’t about to marry an old lady. He’d die first which was a biggie for him. If his wife died first, he’d be left alone and with all the responsibilities he was used to his wife doing-wife
. Johnny couldn’t wrap his head around it.
Getting hitched was never in the books for Canadian. At least he didn’t think so until the dire situation call for it. He just hoped she was open to trying things. He could always use his ‘I’m a couples therapist’ card and pull and “open marriage” on her, worst case scenario. And if that was the worst case scenario, then he’d be fine.
Never having to dress for his own wedding before, Johnny threw on the best suit he could find in his closet. And that means he looked good
. Johnny never looked scruffy. He may be an arrogant asshole, but he looked groomed. Well cut. Handsome. They had to give that.
Johnny reluctantly made his way to the chapel, keeping the cocoons in his stomach from emerging. Even if this was a bad idea, Johnny would never admit it. He’d done it. Now he was going to go with and act like this was the best idea he ever had. What’s so bad about having a broad around to cook and clean for you? Yeah…. Yeah, that’s right. Nothing. Johnny walked down the alter taking in the scenery and all that. He did tell his friends he was getting married, but he specifically told them not to come. He didn’t want them coming until he caught a glimpse of the broad. They were sure he was going to get chained down to an old, hideous woman. It would be embarrassing if that turned out to be correct. Well, they were half wrong.
He took his spot at the end of the aisle. He hadn’t greeted the priest because he thought things would start up a little bit more quickly. Johnny took the phone out of his pocket and checked the time. He still had a few minutes. ”Nice day for a wedding, right?”
Johnny grinned at the guy, but he didn’t respond and Johnny laughed awkwardly and turned toward the doors where he’d see his wife. Well, the reverend was a stiff. You’d think preachers would be nicer. But what… this had to be the deacon’s, like, eight wedding, right?
Thoughts were cut short. The doors opened. Johnny instinctively straightened. Two women walked in… was this a two for one deal? He hadn’t been into that before, but he probably could. Instead of coming up to the end of the aisle they went off to the side… they must be here for the wedding. What was the proper etiquette here? Greet them? Introduce himself? Just stand there awkwardly? Yeah. While the silence rang, he nervously checked it phone again and tried to avoid eye contact with everyone in the room.
The doors opened again. Johnny straightened back up. This time, the woman coming in was the bride. When it seemed forever had passed, she had made her way to the alter, Johnny hadn’t broken his gaze from her. She was definitely cute. Inwardly, he was fist pumping. Jumping in the air with joy. Great bod. Blonde. Beautiful. Why was this girl even using this service? She looked like she could easily get a husband. And she was young. She had a lot of time to get married. Outwardly, he kept his composure. His bride-to-be looked up at him. He couldn’t keep his smile from turning into a grin. He couldn’twait
to tell the guys. ”Hi,”
He spoke back with ease. Well, looks like he had nothing to be nervous about. He held her gaze for a few minutes before holding out his hand for her to take. He wasn’t sure how the whole wedding thing went. But he’d watched movies. He turned towards the Minister and let him do his magic. When the time came, Johnny said his “I do’s.” Probably a little too enthusiastically.