Chapter Seven: Flashback
The Wedding Reception
"...And with that I'd
like to propose a toast to the bride and the groom. May they be as
happy as Rhona and I have been!"
Amid cheers and applause, the man in the black and white suit raised his champagne glass high, casting the wedding couple a grin as he did so. "Much luck, both of you. Sian especially! As Mrs Sheppard - you're going to need it!"
"I like that!" Robin
sent his best man a mock-glower. "I'll have you know, Jason, you only
got the best man slot because everyone else was busy!"
"Touche." Jason winked
"Speech, Robin!" Came
the cry, and Robin got to his feet, casting a glance around at the
assembled people. A smile touched his lips.
"Where to begin." He
said softly. "This day has been a long time coming for more than just
Sian and myself. I know that her mother has been hinting about dresses
and garters since we were in High School - and sometimes I wondered if
we'd ever get to this point myself. But we both wanted it to be right.
And now is that time. Here in this room is everyone whom Sian and I
hold near and dear. That you could all be here to witness this - our
most special day - is truly a blessing. One we'll take with us for the
rest of our lives together."
He paused, meeting his
wife's tender gaze, then, "Contrary to popular belief, I've known that
Sian Mulhavy was the woman I was going to marry since before she knew
who I was. It took me a whole year of high school to make her realise
that I didn't just happen to be hanging around outside her classrooms
A ripple of laughter
ran around the room, and Robin's smile widened.
"Well, I thought I was
rather hard to overlook, but she did her best." He added playfully. "I
know some of you wondered if I'd ever find my nerve - or sense - to ask
the question, too. The answer was simply that I didn't want to do
anything until I could give her the ring, the wedding, and the life
that she deserves. Sian means the world to me...as I know she does to
all of you. Tomorrow is the first day, I hope, of a long and fruitful
future together. I thank all of you for being here to witness that."
He sent his wife
another glance, then he raised his own glass. "To my wife, Sian Mulhavy
Sheppard. May all our days be as happy as this!"
"To Sian!" A voice
echoed, and as one the assembled guests toasted the blushing bride as
she got slowly to her feet.
"I don't have a speech
to make, except to say thank you." She added. "And that I love Robin so
very much. I've always believed that God marks us out, two by two, with
our perfect pair. That's Robin for me. And I just know that we're going
to have the best time...so long as we're together, nothing else is
Before anyone else
could respond, there was a loud commotion from the back of the hall and
a couple of the serving staff hurried across to the doorway, clearly
trying to prevent someone from entering. As his gaze flitted toward the
melee, Robin felt the anger surge inside of him.
"Calvin." He muttered.
"What is he doing here?"
party, by the looks of him." Sian rolled her eyes. "Oh, I can't believe
he'd do this...Robin, no!" As Robin made a move to leave his place.
"You're not fighting on our wedding day. You and I, we're married now.
See sense. Calvin couldn't touch me before and he damn well can't touch
me now. We're joined in God's eyes. He's just a drunk and a
loudmouth...he's never going to get what you and I have."
Robin tensed for a
moment, then he relaxed, sending his companion a sheepish smile.
"I know that. I'm just
mad that he's trying to ruin our special day." He said softly.
"It's not ruined, so long as we're still married." Sian responded, slipping a hand through his arm. "You and I both know that."
At that moment Calvin
broke away from the grip of the desperate waiters, stumbling into the
centre of the hall. He flung his arm out in Robin's direction, pointing
accusingly at the groom.
"You're a son of a
bitch, how dare you take her!" He slurred. "This isn't over yet...I'll
get you, I swear I will!"
"You'll get yourself out of this hall, young man, or we'll be helping you do it."
Sian's father rose
from his seat, exchanging glances with his oldest son, who swiftly
followed suit. "I won't have you swearing and cursing at my son-in-law
on my daughter's wedding day. You better leave now, or we'll be making
"I'm not finished
yet!" Calvin exclaimed. "I'm..."
"About to make a swift
exit." Sian's brother Anton said grimly, lumbering across the room and
taking Calvin firmly in his grip. His father was not far behind, and
between them they dragged the still-cursing, screaming drunkard towards
the hall's exit, amid stares and whispers from the assembled guests.
Sian's cheeks flushed red, and she bit her lip.
"I'm sorry, Rob." She
murmured. "I didn't know he'd show up today."
"No, well, he's got no
life. All he has is his obsession with you and his drink." Robin said
quietly. "And Anton and your Pa have seen to him smartish. I wouldn't
have thought many people could mess with them."
"In their right mind,
noone messes with my father." Sian agreed. She sighed, then spread her
"Let's not let him
ruin it though, please?" She begged. "This is still a special day.
Let's pretend he never came and get on with the party? Tonight we begin
our honeymoon...and I don't want him to be on our minds when we do."
"Trust me, I have
better things to think of." Robin assured her. "Don't worry about that."
"Cheeky." Sian thwapped him playfully.
"What? You're my wife
now." Robin looked innocent. "Doesn't that make it all right to flirt
"He's gone now, Sian."
Before the bride could respond, her father had approached the table,
dusting off his hands as he did so. "He'll be no trouble - I sent him
down to the cells to sober up with one of the local deputies. If you
want to push it further, well, they'll speak to you about it later."
"Thanks, Daddy." Sian
dimpled. "But Robin and I just want to go on with things...as if he'd
never come. Please. It's my special day and I'd rather forget it."
thing, peanut." The mayor grinned. "Whatever you want. This is your
day, after all...whatever you want is fine!"
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