My Honeymoon With Mr White (BWWM Interracial Romance) by J A Fielding Page B

keeping her focus. She was sure that the chapel was well ventilated but for her, it was as if the air was being sucked right out of her. She began breathing heavily as the priest went on. She felt someone, maybe Rita, touch her hand.
    “ You okay?” she heard someone ask. She could not make out who whispered to her. All she could do was nod. But she was not fine. The next thing she knew, it was all dark around her and she had no idea where she was or who she was with. All she saw was darkness, but somewhere in the darkness was the soothing voice of a woman. A familiar voice. She had no idea where she had heard the voice but she was sure that she knew the voice from somewhere.
    Suddenly, she saw a woman who had a striking resemblance to her except for the fact that she was a bit lighter in complexion …or was she white? She felt her heart beat faster as the woman seemed to float towards her.
    “Who are you? What do you want?” she asked, her voice shaking.
    “ Tasha, baby. It’s me, mommy,” the woman said with a smile. Natasha shrugged. There was suddenly a light around her. She noticed that she was in some kind of meadow. She still had her gown on but she had no veil.
    “ What the hell? Don’t call me your baby,” she said as she struggled to get up. The light was still too much for her eyes. She squinted as she pulled herself to her feet.
    “ You’ve always been my baby,” the woman said.
    “ Then why did you leave? Why would you go away and leave your child and you husband?” she asked as tears welled up in her eyes. “Didn’t you love us?” By this time, the woman was already in front of her. Natasha was now able to see that she had the most beautiful blue-green eyes she had ever seen. Her long blonde hair was secured in a braid that hung over her shoulder. She was in a floral strapless maxi dress, soft pink in color; it was definitely something she would have considered wearing. They had the same taste in clothes? No…she could not possibly have the same taste as a woman who had left her. “Why’d you leave, mommy?” she asked again as a tear rolled down her cheek.
    “ Baby, I would never leave you just like that,” the woman said as she took Natasha’s hands. “No one in their right mind would ever walk away from such a perfect baby.”
    Natasha knew that this was unreal. She had not seen her mother in years. No one ever talked about her. She did not know where she disappeared to or what ever became of her. She suddenly looked around as reality set in. What was she doing here? Why wasn’t she at her wedding? Why did she feel as if she was losing her mind?
    “I need to go. It’s my wedding day and I need to be there!” she yelled as she frantically looked around for a way out. She had no idea how she got here but she knew that one way or another, she would have to get out of there.
    “ Tasha,” the woman said calmly as she took her hand. “Look at me and stay calm,” she said. Her voice was surprisingly soothing. “Take deep breaths and relax…you will be back where you belong,” she added. Natasha looked at her.
    “ Why can’t you come with me?” she asked, still unsure whether she was seeing her own vision. The woman laughed and planted a kiss on Natasha’s forehead.
    “ I no longer belong to that world. I did my part,” she said. Natasha felt a fresh flow of tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. “You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen,” she said before Natasha once again felt a weakness taking over.
    When she opened her eyes, she saw the familiar faces of her father, Rita and Mitchell staring down at her, worried. “What happened?” she asked trying to sit up.
    “No, no, no. you have to lie down,” Rita said.
    “ What happened?” she asked again.
    “ You passed out. Dave says that it could be stress or your iron levels being too low,” Rita said. Natasha’s eyes grew big.
    “ Did you say passed out?” she asked looking up at Rita who nodded.