The aroma of fresh-brewed coffee made me open one eye.  I didn’t hear the alarm, but then me alarm walked in.  A mug of coffee in each hand and two happy tits bouncing as she approached the bed.

“Good morning, lover.  How did you sleep?”

“I had a grand night’s sleep.  I fell asleep with you in me arms, ahhh, a wonderful way to end a day.”  I held the mugs while she got into bed.  “How was yer night?”

“Wonderful.  After I freshened up for the second time in one night.  I am a lucky girl.”  She sipped her coffee.

“Aisling, on Saturday, we will be officially married at St. Jerome’s.  I can’t believe we’ve celebrated the Fourth and have started August.  I do remember the look on Richard’s face when he brought Crystal in and said he had given her a promise ring.  The lad could hardly button his shirt.”

“That was a great day. I remember the look on Crystal’s face as she showed her ring.  She will be a blushing bride and proud of her man.”

“Aye. Tis a good feeling to see it still happens.”  I quietly slid me hand under the covers and onto Lucia’s pussy mound.

“And you’re looking for what, pray tell?”  Lucia gave me that certain little grin she has when she’s a bit randy.

“Just thinking about what I could have for lunch.”  I teased her as I sipped me brew.

“Patrick, you can have that for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, if you choose.  And you have, if I remember correctly.”

“Tis a fact, luv.  Maybe we should consider the old days.  Ya know, breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, then supper, and a late-night snack.”  I was rubbing her tummy.

“I like the way you think, lover, but aren’t you afraid you may get tired of the same menu every day?”

“No,”  I said flatly.

“Why did I even bother.  Another cup, baby?”

“If you please.”  Lucia took me mug and went to the kitchen.  The lovely part of that is, I get to watch her cute wee arse as so goes, then her bouncy titties as she returns.  Life is grand.

“Are you as tight as you thought this week?”

“Aye, but I may ask Richard to stay a bit longer, a couple of nights.  That would sort it out sharpish.  But he has his studies.  If he can’t, well, luv, I’ll be late for dinner.”

“You are never late for your dinner.  It will always be ready for you.  Hey, I can pour oil into a car and fill the tires.  Can I come down and help?”  Lucia was excited about her idea.

“Aye, ya could, lass.  But to be fair, how much work do ya think we would get done?  On the cars, I mean.”

“Oh, yeah.  Especially with your appetite for coochie.  I'd best leave it to you.”

We finished our coffee, then I got up to get dressed.  Lucia and I made up the bed, then she put on a T-shirt and went to the kitchen.  I went to the bathroom to shave, and such.  As on so many mornings, the lure of her breakfast made the shave a wee bit faster than usual.

I walked into the kitchen.  Lucia was putting me plate down and filling hers.  I go behind her, patted her bare arse, and kissed her cheek.  She shivered and giggled.

“I love how you make me giggle.  You're a good man.”

“I have a damn good wife.  Thank you for all that you do, Lucia.  You are truly a man’s dream.”  She sat across from me so I could watch the ballet of her tits as she cut her pancakes and buttered them.  Maybe I should try to butter her arse.  Naw, not a good idea.

“Paddy, I’ve got to get to the grocers.  The shelves are a bit bare.  How about bangers and mash for tonight?”

“Stop right there, lass.  You know I love that.” 

“You love anything I put in front of you.”  I looked up from me pancakes and smiled.

“Wait, let me rephrase that.  Oh, the hell with it.  The damage is done.”  She pulled up her T-shirt, and I got a wonder view of her tits.

Breakfast finished, she gave me my go-cup and sent me out the door.  I’ll finish the tune-up, then toss a coin to see who’s next.

At ten to three, my man arrived.  Lucia was in the office catching up on the business end of it.  He went in and said ‘hello’ to Lucia, then got into his work clothes. 

I gave him the tire rotation while I started to tear down the valve cover gasket job.  The pump bell rang, and Richard started to the pumps.  I stopped him.  It was Lucia’s old man.  She looked up from her paperwork, then into the bays.  She watched everything closely.

“Yes, sir?”

“Ten dollars, not a penny more.”  He growled.  Bastard.

I put in ten on the dot.  He looked at the pump, then pushed the tenner into me hands.  He started his car and pulled away.  I'm beginning to think about banning him.  The only thing stopping that is his daughter, mind ya, I don’t think she would care at all.

I walked into the office to give Lucia the money.

“Are you alright?”  She put her hand on me face.

“Aye, I am.  He’s a customer, and I leave it to that.”  Lucia kissed me.

I went back to the bay, and Richard came over.

“Paddy, if he pisses ya off that much, I’ll answer the bell.”  Richard’s expression told me he wasn’t fond of Rossi, either.

“No, lad, but I appreciate it.  If anyone is going to jail, I want it to be me.  I’ll sell ya the station for a fiver, then when I get out, I’ll buy it back with interest.”  Richard’s face said he understood.

The rest of the week went by smoothly.  A couple of nights, Richard stayed until seven, so I could close on time for a Friday.  I told him he was on O.T.  He said he wouldn’t take it.  With his help, I was able to close at six and head upstairs to me wife.

I dragged me tired arse upstairs.  My little Aisling is safe tonight, I chuckled to meself.  When I got upstairs, there was nothing on the stove.  Lucia was not in the kitchen or living room. 

I ran through the rest of the apartment. Lucia was nowhere to be found.  I was getting pissed.  If her old man got her, I would go to jail, because I would do him great bodily harm.

“IF YA DO HAVE ME WIFE, YA DIRTY ITALIAN BASTARD, I’LL SWING FOR YA.”  I was heading out the door when a ruckus in the hall stopped me.

“Ya ain’t goin’ to jail or anywhere but with us.”  Every one of me mates was there.

“What da hell is going on?”  I was caught off guard.

Jack put his hand on me shoulder.  “Mate, it’s bad luck to see your bride before your wedding, soooo!

“We’re here to make sure you don’t try to sneak a peek at her.”  Andrew had his hand on me other shoulder.

Mark said, “Kathy will be at the Church tomorrow, but even though she kinda thinks like us, she thought it better to leave you to us.”

“But she has agreed to sanction any mischief that may occur in her absence.”  Mark T added.

“But Lucia?”  I was worried.

“Relax, Paddy.  She is with the girls.  They kidnapped her while you were at work.”  Hank stood there, opening beers and handing them around.

Then Tommy spoke up. “And we promised under threat of no nookie for a month not to tell you where she is, but, honestly, she’s with the girls, and she’s safe.

“Richard would have said something,” I tried to press me case.

“Nope,” Jack said.  “We promised to do the same to him when he marries Crystal.

“Okay, lads.  It’s off to the Wooden Keg.  We have reservations.”  Tommy announced.

“Aye, and after you lot leave, they’ll have reservations for us at the county nic.”  I was leaving because I was in the middle of them.

We pulled into the parking lot of the Wooden Keg like an invasion.  When we walked in, they were ready for us.  They had a room in the back that they had decorated with a banner: GOOD LUCK, PADDY AND LUCIA.

A lady was serving. She turned, and with a big smile, she pointed to the decorated room.  We waved our thanks and invaded the room.

Within minutes, she came in with a pad and pencil in hand.

“This looks like a Bootlegger gang if I ever saw one.  But who gets the Harp?”

“If ya please, Ma’am.  That would be mine?”  I said with a proud Irish brogue.

“Gotchya.  Six Bootleggers and one Harp for the Irishman.”  She smiled and left.

The conversation went immediately to the wedding.  Tommy said that Kathy thought she would be out of place but sent her love and a kiss.  I’m not kissing you, mate.”  We all laughed.

“I’ve got a fin on Janet, not letting her get the double-breasted coat,” I said.

“I’m not taking that bet.”  Jack joked.

It wasn’t long before the lady returned with our beer.

“Here ya are, lads.”  She said with a large grin.  “And for you, sir.  Your, Harp.  Sliante!”

I spun around in me seat and looked at the lass.  She stood there, red-haired, green-eyed, and proud.

“My name is Margaret, and my maiden name is Kinsella.  Bellaghy, County Derry.  And you, lad?”

Me great-great-grandad was in Tulle, County Clair.  It was me Da who came to America.”  I stood up, and we hugged. 

“So is it, Maggie, yer called?”  I teased her.

“To me, countrymen, only.  And you, sir.”

“Patrick Michael O’Flynn.  At your service, Mum.  Paddy to the fair, Margaret.”

We hugged again, then Maggie left.  But it wasn’t ten minutes later that she returned.  On her tray were two shot glasses, brimming with the color of the Irish.  She handed one to me, took the other glass, and set her tray down.  She picked up her glass.

“Go maire Eire.” She said and raised her glass.

“Aye, lass.  Long Live Ireland.  " Sláinte.” I raised me glass; we clinked them together and downed the gold nectar in one sip.

“Ah, Tullemore Dew – twelve years it is.”  Margaret sighed.  “May the Good Lord bless you and your bride, Paddy O’Flynn.  And may she bless you with many healthy children.”

“Thank ya, Maggie.  I’ll be sure to tell her.”  Maggie left, and I sat down again.

“Paddy.  It amazes me.  We could be in the middle of Alaska, and you would find a fellow Irishman.”

“Immigration, lad.  Can ya imagine me son telling his teacher he’s part Irish and part Italian?   That should give her day a boost.  Don’t mess with this kid.”  They all laughed.  Then we went back to drinking our beer. 

Jack jumped in, “Yeah, she’d find out that she was just told off in Italian, but she would have to get out before he finished his pint.”  More laughter.

We talked about how we all bet our ladies, and the thrill of having bairns.  Hank and Tammy told us about how Father helped them adopt a baby.  Andrea said that she and Andrew were sure about a family, yet.  No one could blame them.

I got me thinking about how many Lucia would give me.  Boy or girl, I would love them.  They would come from the most wonderful woman on Earth. 

It was getting late, so we decided to end our little party.  Margaret came in with the bill, and everyone chipped in for it.  When I tried, I thought a riot was going to happen.

We were walking out, and Margaret called to Paddy.

“Paddy.  Afore ya leave.”  She stepped aside, and two shot glasses sat on the bar. 

I walked over, picked one up, and handed it to her.  Then she picked up the other glass and handed it to me.

“A long and healthy life to you and your family.  God’s Blessings for your health, Margaret Kinsella.”  I held the glass up to her.

“And to you, Patrick O’Flynn.  A long, happy, healthy life to you and your bride.  God’s Blessing and Guidance to ya.” She held her glass up to me.

We clinked our glasses, downed our shot, then slammed the glasses on the bar.  We hugged, then I joined me mates.

“That was a wonderful thing to see, Paddy.  A little bit of Irish love and respect.”  Mark T. said.

“You’re a hard man to follow, Patrick.  You’re a good, honest man.”  Hank added.

“I thank ya, but we all are good, hard-working men who love our wives, children, and life.”

We headed back to the apartments.  They found a place to kip down, but none of them would lie on our wedding bed.

I put a kip on the floor next to our bed.  Thinking that tomorrow I would marry the woman of my dreams.  I know we are married, legally.  This feels different, somehow.

To be continued