Amnesia

Fourteen

"How are you feeling?" Ivey laughed through the phone, knowing that her friend was more than likely hung over.

"Why are you shouting?" Carrie asked, pulling the phone away from her ear. "I'm dead. I feel dead." The woman said with a groan, Ivey unable not to laugh. "Good lord Ivey," Carrie pulled the phone away for the second time.

"Oh how I love drunk Carrie." Ivey laughed through the phone, the blonde rolling her eyes.

"I'm gonna go." Carrie hung up, Mike entering the bedroom. "Morning," she forced a smile causing Mike to laugh.

"You're so hung over." He laughed, putting his water on her bedside table before laying beside her.

"Oh my gosh! Who gets drunk with their mom?" Carrie giggled, putting her head into his chest. "Was I such a mess last night?" She asked, looking up at him.

"No but you talked a lot." Mike replied, causing her to groan, him kissing the top of her head.

"What did I say?"

"Well, you said that you want us to have sex so bad but that,-"

"Oh my gosh!" The blonde sighed, burying her head back in his chest, laughing as Mike rubbed her back. "That is so freaking embarrassing." She yelled, giggling still. "I'm sorry." Carrie apologized, rolling to the other side of the bed then standing up.

"Don't apologize you were my entertainment for the night." Mike replied, following her into the bathroom. "Two days until the wedding." Mike kissed her cheek once he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

Carrie and Mike had indeed decided to have their wedding on their anniversary. It was two days until Carrie was finally going to remember getting married to this man and she couldn't wait. She felt horribly for not remembering their wedding in the first place; however, she knew that there was nothing she could do about it. No matter how hard she would try she knew that she might never remember the first wedding that drove her crazy.

   "I'm so excited." Carrie confessed, leaning back resting her head against his chest.

   "Me too. You aren't nervous?" Mike questioned, her turning to face him.

"Extremely. I just want everything to be perfect." Carrie let out a soft sigh, pressing her lips together.

"Baby, you're about as perfect as it gets so I think that is covered." Mike leaning down and kissing her lips softly, her shaking her head.

"I'm not perfect." The blonde shook her head for the second time, turning to face the sink.

"I think this t-shirt is saying otherwise." Mike grinned, wrapping his hands around her waist as he stared down at her exposed legs.

"Mike," she giggled, licking her lips as his pressed against her bare neck. She held her breath as Mike slowly lifted the shirt, pulling her against him. "Baby, two more days." She pulled away, letting out a deep breath as she placed her hands on the sink. "I'm sorry." Carrie apologized, feeling more guilty than ever. "Is that how it worked? We would just have sex right here?" Carrie asked, Mike shrugging his shoulders.

   "Most of the time." He chuckled, Carrie raising her eyebrows. "Don't apologize. I love you and I don't mind waiting, I just carried away sometimes, who couldn't?" Mike pressed his lips against hers.

"Mike, I love you." Carrie said as the two pulled away, him smiling widely.

"I love you too."

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