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A Father And Son Reunion

By Karyl Miller © 10-31-06

Clear skies, a mild breeze with temperatures in the low eighties marked the wedding day of Steve and Malani. They couldn’t have asked for a better one.

The womenfolk were all up before the crack of dawn, to shower, wash their hair, dress, put on jewelry and do their makeup.

By mutual agreement, the entire wedding party had stayed the night at the Hawaiian Hilton, the men to throw Steve a stag party, and the women to throw Malani a bridal shower. Steve and the other guys were on the fourth floor, and Malani and the other women were on the fifth. That way, the groom had no chance to see the bride before the ceremony.

Danny was the first to awaken at the blare of the alarm clock. He rolled over irritably and smacked it to shut it off. His tongue felt fuzzy and sticky, and his head was pounding like a bass drum in an orchestra.

‘I would have to insist on an extra round of drinks during the stag party.’ He thought muzzily, ‘How the hell did Sebastian put away so much Scotch without even blinking? Steve had the right idea with drinking only pineapple juice. I wonder if he noticed that Steban kept trying to spike his drink.’

Danny managed to get himself into a sitting position, and regretted doing so. ‘Oooohhh, my aching head; I wonder if there’s any aspirin in the bathroom. The concierge did say that it was fully stocked.’ He managed to get into the bathroom, to check the bathroom cabinet. Lo and behold, there was a bottle of extra strength aspirin in it. He gratefully downed two of them, then shed his rumpled clothes and got into the shower, running the water as hot as he could stand it.

Slowly, the other male members of the groom’s party began to stir themselves awake. They had all finally gotten to sleep at around two o’clock in the morning or so, except for Steban, who had gone to sleep at around eleven.

Steve looked over at his son, who occupied the other bed. Yep, as usual, the kid was hanging half way off of it, the sheets on the floor, snoring like a buzzsaw.

Getting up, he gently shook his son’s shoulder, and with a grunt, Steban woke up.

“What time is it?” groused Steban after his father had shaken him awake.

“Time to get up,” Steve answered, and mercilessly pulled the pillow out from under Steban’s head.

Breakfast was fruit, juice, toast and coffee, which was graciously brought up by the Room Service staff. Steve caught Steban sneaking a cup of coffee, heavy on the milk and sugar. Then nearly gagged at the taste of it. He looked at the coffee pot, and then back at his son.

“What kind of coffee is this?”

“Bustelo,” the teen replied simply and Steve made a face.

There was one type of Spanish food that Steve had never been able to stomach, and it was the coffee. It was way too strong for his taste. But Steban had been practically weaned on the stuff from an early age.

“Having a little coffee in your cream and sugar?” Steve teased as he got his own cup of Kona coffee.

“That’s the way I like it.” Steban answered, finishing it off, and grabbing a piece of toast to spread with butter and jelly. Steve felt a bit nauseated at the way his son simply ate the concoction without so much as a blink, but decided to overlook it.

“Okay, kiddo, go get ready.”

“You got it Popi.”

After he showered, Steban looked at his formal suit with a grimace. Like any teenager, he despised having to get dressed up and wear a tie. But seeing as how it was for his father, he decided to put up with it for now, and whine about it later.

In the bride’s suite, Malani and Michaela were sitting side by side in their slips, their hair in rollers, just barely tolerating being made up by their cousin Kiki, nee Katherine.

Kiki has a very light touch with makeup and knew from experience that her cousins would not tolerate too much goop on their faces.

“You’re sure lucky, Malani,” she said as she applied eye shadow to Malani’s eyelids. “He’s smart, gorgeous, and he loves you to pieces.”

Kiki was an attractive redhead with big brown eyes. During the past year, she had lost a great deal of weight and was now trim and sculpted.

“You got that right, cuz. Now, when are you going to get a guy?

Kiki blushed, discussing her love life would take all of two seconds, it was nonexistent.

“Well, I don’t have anyone. I’m not interested right now.”

Kike carefully kept her shields in place so neither sister could catch her thoughts. As she was finishing up, there was a bellow of “KIKI! KIKI!” from her sister, Gwen, who was down the hall.

The twins made identical faces at the off-key squawk.

“Yeesh, Kiki. How do you do it? How do you put up with that…that…”Mickie trailed off, not knowing which word to use.

“Bitch,” Malani supplied, slipping into her dress, and letting Mickie zip it up. Mickie then slipped into her bridesmaid’s dress, and Malani zipped it up for her. Malani then placed a gorgeous crown on her head, covering it with a veil.

The crown was a very slender thing, set with tiny pearls and diamonds. It was made of solid platinum, and in the center was a fat diamond, cut in a very ancient style. The crown had been in the family for centuries, coming down through the line of Queen Boudicea of the Iceni, to Malani. It was a priceless object as there was no other like it in the world.

If the Royal Family of England were to ever know of its existence, they would have done anything to get their mitts on it.

As the eldest daughter, and the wearer of the coronet, Malani was the unofficial Queen of the Iceni. As such, as well as a descendant of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots, Malani had a claim to the Thrones of both England and Scotland; albeit, a rather distant one.

The veil was made of antique crocheted lace that was more than a hundred years old, and it had been crocheted by Malani’s great-great-grandmother, for her own daughter’s wedding.

The dress was simple in cut, designed to keep the bride cool during the heat of the day. It was floor length, with a short detachable outer skirt and train, with detachable billowing sleeves, gathered at the wrist.

Malani strapped a tooled leather scabbard to her left wrist, in which was a sgian dubh. It was considered standard wear for her branch of the family to go armed to a wedding, as in ancient times, that was when enemies of the Clan usually struck.

Her slippers were simple ballerina flats, made of silk, topped with genuine diamond buckles. She wore white garter stockings, with a garter of white lace, threaded with a blue ribbon.

Grinning happily, Malani looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror.

“I can’t believe this is happening!” she squealed.

Mickie looked over her twin with a fond smile, laughing with her. She and Danny were planning to elope to Las Vegas, and skip all of the wedding/emotional turmoil malarkey, and had said so to her twin the night before.

“Well, it took you long enough to land the guy,” she said, not unkindly. “I was wondering if you’d ever make a grab for him.”

“Well, I did. And I couldn’t be happier.”

Mickie put on her own flats, and grinned at her sister. Malani’s happiness was contagious, especially since she was broadcasting it a bit loudly.

“Dial it back a bit sis, you’re going to have everyone grinning like idiots.”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.”

Kiki came back into the room, grumbling underneath her breath. Her sister, Gwendolyn Price, had to be the vainest woman on Earth since Queen Jezebel. The outfit her sister had brought was one intended to outdo the bride and seeing this Kiki had substituted another one-one that wouldn’t take attention away from the bride. And, as she had expected, when Gwen discovered the switcheroo, she immediately bellowed for Kiki.

When Kiki came into the room, Gwen began to verbally abuse her in a vicious manner.

Kiki simply tolerated it, knowing that her sister would eventually shut up. Once she had, Kiki had put on her own outfit before going to Malani’s room for some peace and quiet.

“Oh, Kiki,” Malani said quietly, “Why do you tolerate that bitch?”

“She’s my sister.” Kiki replied softly as she forced back tears.

Mickie handed her a box of tissues. “Screw her. You don’t deserve her and she definitely doesn’t deserve you!”

Kiki sniffed miserably, “I know. That’s why I quite being her personal assistant. I told her to her face that she was an evil shrew, and that I quit. I can find another job.”

“Later, cousin, “ Malani said soothingly, “Right now, I’m getting married! After that, we party!”

Kiki patted her face dry and smiled at her cousin. Today was as good a day as any to start over.

****

The ceremony was beautiful. Father Joseph Stewart, a cousin of theirs who was a Catholic priest was officiating, and before the final vows were spoken, he asked, “If there is anyone among this company, who can state why these two should not be wed, speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

“I OBJECT!” came a loud reply from the back of the church. In total shock, every head turned to see who had been crass enough to say such a thing.

It was a young man in his mid twenties, with sandy brown hair, hazel eyes, and was of above average height. He was wearing very expensive clothing, and he carried a pistol in his right hand, which he pointed in Malani’s general direction.

She recognized him instantly. “Tommy?” she gasped, “What are you doing here? I thought you were dead! They said that you had been vaporized by a landmine!”

“They were wrong. It was someone else. They only found my dog tags. I was only wounded but I had amnesia. Luckily, they took me to a field hospital. It took me nearly three long years to get my memory back. And I object to this wedding because you’re supposed to be marrying me! Where the hell is my son?”

“What son?”

“The one you said was mine, bitch! Where is he?”

Steve, stunned into silence, hadn’t said anything. After a look at Malani’s face, he kept quiet. Her face was frozen with rage. Knowing that look and some of her abilities, he was almost surprised the poor schmuck didn’t go up in flames.

“You killed him.” She stated flatly, “The day I told you I was having a baby, you denied that it was yours. You punched me in the stomach, and called me a whore. You said that you weren’t going to be bothered with someone else’s bastard baby. After I left your apartment, I went to my doctor. I started bleeding in his office, and I lost the baby. I was hospitalized for twenty-four hours, praying desperately for the doctors to save my uterus. Fortunately, I still have it. And I bet it was your mother who filled your ears with poison about me.” That last was not a question.

“She told me that you were marrying someone else, and that I had to stop you from making a mistake. She said that we belonged together, and we do.”

Behind Tommy, every single cop in the church silently drew his sidearm, and cocked the hammer. The multiple clicks of some ten or fifteen hammers cocking caught his attention. Slowly, he turned around to see what the noise was.

As he turned, Sebastian, James, and the other male members of the family reached back and drew their swords. The women in her family withdrew their sgian dubh from their sleeves, just begging him to make a wrong move so they could use him for target practice.

This new noise caught Tommy’s attention. Turning his attention back to the bridal party, Tommy’s eyes widened in fear at the sight of this newest threat.

Every member of the wedding party was armed. Even Steve and Danny had their weapons out and pointed at him.

“Are you feeling particularly lucky today, Tommy?” Malani asked with an expression carved from stone on her face.

A whimper came from his throat, and he just barely shook his head, too terrified to make any kind of move.

“Then drop your gun, and get down on the floor, face down, so these nice officers can take care of you.” Her tone was so deadly he didn’t dare disobey her.

The gun dropped from his hand. The clank of metal hitting the ground echoed lightly in the church as Tommy slowly went to his knees, spreading himself out on the floor. Instantly, he was swarmed over by the officers who savagely forced his arms back as they handcuffed him. Dragging him to his feet, they led him away.

All eyes were now on Malani, who slowly took a deep breath, replaced the sgian dubh in its sheath, and shook her head. Turning around to the altar, she smiled.

“Okay Joseph, let’s continue.”

“Yes, of course. Ahem! Is there anyone else who objects to this marriage?”

Steve turned his head and scanned the crowd with such a fierce expression that the assorted members of the audience would definitely need burn balm after the ceremony.

“All right. Now, do you, Stephen Joseph Seamus McGarrett, take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

“Do you, Malani Angharad Rhiannon Wo Stewart, take this man as your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

“Then by the authority vested in me by the State of Hawaii, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” he said to Steve with a wink.

“I knew that,” Steve quipped, and pulled Malani in for a gentle, yet passionate kiss.

The crowd cheered as the two lovers kissed, and started applauding.

Steban turned to Danny and asked, “What do you think the reception is going to like Tio Danny?”

“Hopefully not as intense as the ceremony,” was his reply.

*****

Chapter 7 coming soon