Going Solo: Davis Gen 3.20

As I get ready I briefly second guess what I'm about to do. True I have never been happy over the idea of her with that Tristan guy. The girls say he's ok, but they've never been overly enthusiastic about him. Mom seems to think I'm in love with Cora, I don't know if I'd go that far, but I know I don't want her with him. Or anyone for that matter, but love? Either way what I am about to do feels like the right thing, I only hope she agrees. When I arrive at the church, I quickly make my way upstairs in search of Cora, I've come early, so there aren't many people around.

Davis: You make a beautiful bride.

She looks at my reflection in the mirror. I can see she's shocked to see me here.

Davis: Although you wear that dress well, it covers way too much of you.

 Cora: I'm getting married, not going to a night club. I should be covered. Besides, Tristan's family is very traditional, so I needed to please them.

Davis: So you picked this for them...what about what you want. It is your day after all.

Cora: Why are you here Davis?

I reach out and stroke her beautiful face. From the very beginning Cora proved herself different from all the other women that filtered through my life. She was smart, funny, and very head strong. She was an amazing person and the mother of my children. Without a second thought, I kissed her.

She was shocked at first, but then I felt her body melting into mine. When I pulled away I was not expecting the hand that connected with my face.

Cora: What the hell Davis? Today is my wedding day are you trying to ruin it?!

 Davis: What the hell indeed! You kissed me back, not pushed me away. You enjoyed that kiss as much as I did.

Cora: You just never change! Is that all you think about, your next lay?

Davis: I have changed! The fact that I'm here proves that I've changed. I don't look at you like that, I never have...well not once I got to know you.

Cora looks shocked by my admission. I try to capitalize on that moment before her anger returns.

Davis: I get it, I like to party and have a good time, I don't see anything wrong with that, but there are 3 very important women in my life that think I need to grow up.

Cora: Only 3? She rolls her eyes as she makes the comment.

I smile because I know that she is thinking this conversation is headed a different direction. I can almost feel the renewed hostility rolling off of her. She's cute when she's angry.

Davis: Well if I am being honest, they're actually 5, but 2 of them think I'm pretty damn cool the way I am. However, my mother, Sha, and....you think differently.

I pull her into my arms and she doesn't resist.

Cora: And the other two?
 
Davis: Well, Hope and Grace enjoy staying up past midnight and having milkshakes for breakfast.

Her beautiful blue eyes sparkle when she laughs. I still love that sound.

Davis: Don't marry him Cora I know that's what you think you want, but I'm here to say you're wrong. We have fun together, you can't deny that.

Cora pulls away.

Cora: You're right, we did have fun, but now I need more. I need stability, I need that assurance of a secure future for me and the girls.

Davis: Marriage doesn't necessarily give you that. It could all be an illusion. You are willing to put more faith into that kind of unknown?

Cora: You are the bigger unknown, Davis. Your track record...I can't...

It wasn't her total rejection of my putting myself out there that hurt, it was her apparent inability to see past who I was and look at who I'd become.

I left her without saying another word and hoped I'd find some place in this god-forsaken town that was serving drinks. I drove until I came across a hole in the wall place at the edge of town called The Waterhole. Given the early hour of the day, the place was mostly empty. I took a seat at the bar, ordered my drink, and tried to drown out the fact that the only woman I have really cared for was getting ready to marry someone else.