Seven Months Later…

She’s nervous, and I understand why. This is a big day for her, the first person in her family to graduate high school, and I know she feels the stares of everyone in town as she walks across the stage.

But as she shakes the hand of the principal, her diamond wedding ring sparkles across the auditorium. As she takes her diploma, she beams across the crowd, her eyes searching for me.

She finds me, and a calm seems to settle over her. She runs her hand over her big round belly, and she practically skips off stage. She is so proud, just as she should be. This year has been huge for Heaven.

She lost her father.

Married me.

Got knocked up the first night we made love.

Will give birth before summer is through.

It’s torture waiting for the ceremony to end, but when the graduates are announced to us as a new class, they stand, tossing caps in the air and I stand too, clapping with pride for my girl.

The people around me cast judgmental eyes on me, a man twice as old as my wife, but those motherfuckers are missing the whole goddamn point.

Yes, I met her when she was young and married her at town hall the moment it opened after Thanksgiving. Yes, she is having my son in a few months — but hell, you can’t choose when you meet the woman you are meant to marry.

I just happened to meet the love of my life the day she was born.

We find one another through the crowd, and I wrap my arms around her, kissing her sweet lips. “I’m so proud of you, Baby,” I tell her not caring who hears. I hope those lonely ass fools find love half as good as what I’ve got—if they do, they’ll die happy.

Me, I’ve already died and gone to Heaven.

In fact, I go there every damn night, when I pull my girl to bed, run my hands over her perfect body and make love to her like she needs. Like we both want. For hours, until we are sweaty, and our breathing runs ragged. Until we shower and do it all again, the soap and water cleaning us up just in time to get messy.

I love to fuck her in the morning, just as much as I like to fuck her in the night. Heaven’s pussy is insatiable, my cock a length of pleasure that never seems to bore her.

And that’s good because just thinking about her creamy cunt gets me raring to go.

Heaven raises her eyebrows. “I know what you're thinking about.”

I run a hand over my beard and hand her a dozen roses. “I’m thinking how proud I am of you,” I tell her.

But she knows it’s a half-truth. Heaven understands me, at my core. She sees me as more than a man. She sees me as her protector, her guardian. The one true thing that will never leave her side.

“You have something else on your mind,” she insists.

“Is that so?” I ask, lacing my fingers with hers, ready to get out of this building and back to our cabin. To our bed.

“Mmhmm, because I’m thinking it too.”

“Then guess we’d better get going.”

She grins, rubbing her pregnant belly. “Can we stop for ice cream first? This baby is greedy.”

“Anything for you, Sweet One.” I kiss her there, on the steps of her high school, knowing she isn’t too young for me anymore

No, Heaven is just right.

“I love you,” I tell her.

She smacks my ass, then pulls me to the truck. Once we’re inside the cab, she looks over at me. “If that’s the case, if you love me so much, then maybe you can let me suck your cock while we drive to get my ice cream cone?”

My cock groans at the idea, the thought so fucking hot. Her unzipping my jeans, sucking me off as I drive to get her a creamy cone. Damn, she’ll be licking that too. My cock strains against the denim at the idea of it.

I shake my head, a grin on my fucking face. My wife is always surprising me and making me more than a happy man.

She made me her mountain Daddy, and she is my baby girl, all grown up.