My Sweet Canadian Girl Ch. 07
By Masterbates13
This chapter starts with the morning after Rick and Cassie's secret wedding. My characters don't practice safe sex but please do in your own lives. I apologize upfront for any grammatical errors I missed in editing. Comments, good or bad, are always welcomed. I hope those of you who have read this far will like this chapter too.
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Our wake up call came far too early. After dancing until our feet hurt we made love until we were exhausted, falling asleep on a day that never should have ended. With just a few hours of sleep I knew Cassie was in for a long day at work but she'd never let it show. No matter how tired or upset she was, she was always cheerful and full of energy around the sick kids who meant the world to her. I joined her for a morning shower and we squeezed in a quickie before getting out to dry. As she was fixing her hair I tired to get everything in the room gathered up. She was ready before I was done so I told her I'd come back after dropping her off at work. It would give me a chance to go home and get the protective garment bag for her dress anyway.
Before dropping her off at work we had time to stop for breakfast at a coffee shop near the hospital. In the parking lot she seized my face and showered me with kisses. She was still incredibly turned on the day after our wedding and for a moment I thought she might be willing to skip work though it was something I'd never suggest again unless she was sick. Just before she opened the car door I caught her arm and she turned back to me ready for more kisses.
"We can't wear our wedding rings in there sweetie. The people working here know too many of the nurses at the hospital," I said.
"Oh Rick," she said welling up with tears. "I wish we didn't have to hide this. Someday you're going to put this ring on my finger in front of everyone we love and I'll never have to take it off again."
"Wearing a ring doesn't make me love you any more or less," I told her with a soft kiss as she passed it to me. "Do you want to keep it in your purse?" I asked.
"No take them home and hide them in our room," she said. "But be ready to wear yours with me when I get home."
"We'll be like superheroes with magic rings," I said making her smile as I slipped them into my pocket.
Cassie rubbed my leg with her foot as we ate breakfast inside. It drove me wild with desire for her, not that it took much effort on her part to do that to me. She explained where I'd find the bag for her dress and reminded me to be careful with it. I asked if there was anything else she needed me to do for her or pick up today but she told me I'd done enough for her the past few days.
I dropped her off at work with a goodbye kiss and drove home to get the bag for her dress before picking up our stuff at the hotel. I found the bag for her wedding dress in Jana's old room but what I saw underneath it made me sit down and stare. Cassie had painted me a picture of Dodger Stadium that looked so real I could almost hear the roar of the crowd. She knew live Dodger games were one of the few things outside of friends and family that I truly missed while living in Vancouver and done her best to bring a small part of it here for me. All that pretending to be guilty about my gifts when she'd made something this wonderful for me. I knew it must have taken a long time for her to paint it and wondered how she managed to hide it from me.
Back at the hotel I gathered all our belongings and checked out. Once I got home I couldn't resist looking at my painting again and found myself day dreaming of our own home with a nice big TV room to hang it in someday soon. I carefully hid her dress in the back of our closet for now and put the rest of our cake in the fridge. Before going out to run some errands, I checked our messages and found one from each of our mothers. I'd never felt so guilty in all my life as I did listening to two women who loved us leaving warm messages wondering what we were doing and hoping we were having fun together. Until that moment I had been fooling myself into thinking telling them we'd gotten married without even trying to invite them wouldn't be too difficult.
With that weighing on my mind, I left the apartment with a very important destination on my agenda. The immigration office was closed when I got there. I was expecting as much but I left my new application for permanent residence in their drop box so they'd get it first thing Monday morning. Now that I was married to a born and raised Canadian citizen I should be cleared for permanent residence and work permits very quickly. I was committed to making this country my new home, though that commitment paled in comparison to how I felt about my new bride.
I was supposed to return my rented tuxedo but if Cassie was keeping her dress for the special memories if held for her then I could do the same. When I explained that I wanted to buy it the guy at the stored asked if maybe I had damaged it because part of the rental fee covered any minor damage. Once I convinced him the tuxedo was fine and that I had just decided to keep it he priced it for me. From chatting to him before he knew I was an aspiring businessman who would need plenty of professional menswear in the future. As a good will gesture he subtracted the rental cost from price on top of a special discount and offered to have it dry-cleaned and bagged for me. I told him it would be fine as is, but took his business card and promised to shop there again. Cassie would probably laugh at me for buying it but I could wear it to those fancy art gallery parties she liked to attend and at our second wedding whenever that might be.
Before heading home I stopped for some things we needed at the grocery store. Back in our apartment I was tempted to take a nap but drank a couple of cups of coffee and watched a movie on TV instead. I didn't want to fall asleep and forget to pick her up. Plus I was planning on going to bed early with her tonight. The phone rang in the early afternoon and I saw it was Cassie's mom calling again. I was tempted to answer it but just in case it was Mr. Dumont I held off. Making a mental note to remind Cassie to give her a call, I went ahead and called my own mother back with a lie ready to explain where I'd been if needed.
Thursday night at the hospital with Cassie had gotten me over my fear of visiting the patient ward. It still broke my heart to see the sick kids but I knew how easy it was to bring a little happiness into their lives now and the feeling was addictive. I found Cassie wandering the hallway with her purse saying goodbye to everyone before she left. She liked to spend some time with them at the end of her shift whenever she had time. Walking up behind her I smiled at another nurse who passed us and watched Cassie react to her coworker's warm smile. Cassie spun quickly and threw her arms around me with a little kiss knowing it had to be me behind her.