What if we had more husbands part 2

2 Weeks later:

"Thomas, there's something that I need to tell you" I told my husband of 8 years. "Yes my sweet chocolate, you can tell me anything." I actually find it a bit strange how he calls me 'chocolate' but I have 6 other husbands to deal with, so it wasn't the top of my worries. "Ok" I exhaled slowly "I have 6 other husbands" I looked, hoping his reaction wouldn't be the same as Geoff's. "Sweetie! That's fantastic! What are their names?" He sounded excited. "Wait, so you're not mad?" I asked, not at all worried anymore but slightly confused. "Honey bear, why would I be mad! I'm so happy for you!" He seemed to be getting happier. "Oh well, it's just that I got married the other week and one of my other husbands was going to divorce me and I don't know, I just thought you were going to react the same" I was ashamed "No sweetie, I would never leave you no matter what."

So I continued on not telling my 2 other husbands about each other.

I know, not the best ending.

What if we had more husbands than wives? (Part one)

"I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride." I stared into Billaim's bluer than the sea eyes. He lifted my veil and our lips met for about the 50th time. As we pulled away I looked at the congregation. I saw 3 of my husbands had turned up. I was quite shocked actually because only Rafferty and Bruce knew I had 6 (now 7) other husbands. Geoffory was shaking his head at me and looked as though he wanted to push Billiam off of a cliff. Hand in hand, Billaim and I walked down the aisle. I waved at Rafferty as he followed us out of the church. This is the second time I haven't had a bridal party for a wedding, it's just too much hassle. As we were exiting the church, I turned to Rafferty and we hugged. "Congratulations darling!" He kissed the side of my mouth. "Thank you Billiam, my wife is so in love with you. I think out of all the men she talks about you the most!" He joked as I turned bright red. "So there are others?" I noticed Geoffory behind Rafferty, looking redder than a field of tomatoes. "Oh Geoffory! I've heard about you from Arella. Isn't our wife just marvelous!" Geoff shook his head again. "This marriage is over! Call me as soon as you get back from stupid honeymoon" He began to storm off. "Geoff wait!" I ran after him, holding up my dress. "We've only been married for 5 years! You know that I love you!" I pulled him in for a quick kiss. He was hesitant at first, but then I felt him kiss me back. "Yeah, I was over reacting. But we need to talk about this ok?" He said grabbing my hand. "Yeah of course! I should probably get back. But I love you." I said, truly meaning it. "I love you too." I walked back over to Billiam and Rafferty who had been joined by Bruce. "Bruce!" I said and hugged him. "So good to see you! How are my babies going?" I was talking about our two children, Julenta had just turned 12 and Swan was 10. "They are just magical!" "Oh that's just great Bruce!"

END OF PART ONE

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"How dare you!" Yelled Volante to the strange man. But he didn't hear her because he had run off into the wind. The moon shone brightly into Volante's face as a tear rolled down her cheek. All of a sudden she felt herself falling, and she hit the ground with a thud. Her eyelids closed over her eyes and she saw the strange man again. "Volate?" he asked her. How does he know her name is Volante? She didn't even tell him. "VOLANTE!" The man said again. Her eyes flung open and she could see a different man looking at her and talking, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. "Volante?" She asked him. "Volante!" He said with relief. A whole mix of different people walked into the room she soon realized she was in, she was lying on a blue couch. She tried to sit up, but pain flooded the front of her head so she lay down again. All the people that had entered the room were all talking, but the only word she could understand were 'Volante.' All of a sudden her eyes closed and she had fallen back to sleep. She dreamed of flying to the moon for the next few hours.