Chapter Eight
Jacquie
This really couldn’t have come at a better time. I had visited my lady doctor earlier today thinking I was going through early menopause. Turns out, I am two months pregnant...with twins.
I realize he is still down on one knee in front of me and I haven’t said anything in a few minutes.
“Yes. Of course, I’ll marry you. I love you too. And I have some big news.” I blurt out.
“Bigger than this?” He says, sliding the gorgeous ring on my finger.
“Oh yeah.” I say, with a watery smile.
“What’s wrong? Tell me what is going on.” He says, standing back up.
“I’m pregnant.” I say.
The shock on his face is evident. Fuck! This can’t be happening again. He said all those things to me, while we were having sex. I assumed he meant it. When he lifts me in his arms and starts swinging me around, I get it.
“Fuck, baby. You have made me the happiest man in the world.”
“Good, because there is no going back. But there is more.”
“More? What else could you possibly say to make this day any better?”
“It’s twins.”
“Twins.” He repeats, setting me back down.
“Are you still happy?” I ask.
“Fuck yes. We need to get married soon. Like tomorrow.” He says.
“Tomorrow works for me.” Why put off what I want? A lavish affair six months from now isn’t going change anything.
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My wedding day dawns with rain. Lots of rain and I am taking this as a good sign. The Irish believe rain on your wedding day is good luck. Happy is the bride that the rain falls upon is a saying that I never thought would be for me. It has also never been truer.
We are getting married in the courthouse this afternoon at two. My first wedding was not a huge affair either, but I’ve never been that kind of woman. With Miles, all I want is to be his wife. I do not care how it happens and he doesn’t either. He just wants what’s his. That always makes me smile.
From the moment I laid eyes on him, I have been his. His sexy smirk had me going and he is the kind of man who will love me forever. I know he is worried about becoming his dad, but I vowed to never give him a reason to think that way. Things like that are not genetic, but what do I know?
Kennedy and Sterling are going to be our witnesses. When I told Kennedy I was pregnant last night, she cried. Mostly, because she is pregnant again too. Our due dates are within the same week. It’s a little like the movie ‘Father of The Bride’ for me, but we both loved that movie. We must have watched it a million times when she was younger.
I am wearing a knee length black dress and black cowboy boots to get married in. The first time, I wore jeans, so this is a step up.
The ceremony goes off without a hitch and before I know it, I am Mrs. Miles Heart. Kitty hugs me tightly.
“It will be good to have another sister.” She says, gesturing towards Carrie-Ann, who comes to join us in the hug.
“The power of three.” Carrie-Ann says. Her Charmed reference makes me like her even more.
“It will be, Kitty. I know we don’t know each other well yet.” I say.
“We will.” She says interrupting me.
Chip and Dex give me hugs too, and just like that they let me into their family. One, that I hope is on its way to a lifetime of happiness. They deserve everything they want after all that has happened to them.
“Wife. You know what this means right?”
“What does this mean, Husband?”
“We are going to have to have a barbeque now.” He says.
“Ugg. I know. They are the worst.” I say laughing. I really can’t stand how much barbeque my new friends eat. They use them to celebrate everything. It’s weird to me, but when in Rome, I guess.
Miles pulls me in to a kiss that could melt ice. I haven’t been feeling well, but I am well enough to fuck my husband. Thank God.
We decided last night that we would live in his house and put mine up for sale. His is bigger and I understand his reasons for keeping it. He’s a good man and I know he is going to be an excellent father.
When we are alone, I drop to my knees in front of him and unbuckle his belt to pull his cock out of his pants.
“What are you doing, Wife?”
“Pleasing my husband.” I say with a coy smile and a saucy wink.
His groan spurs me on and I continue sucking his huge cock. Eventually, he pulls me off of him and up into his arms.
“Jax. I love you. Thank you.”
“I love you too, but why are you thanking me?”
“For marrying me. For giving me babies. For being you.”
“Aww. Ain’t you sweet, honey. You gonna give me my wedding night or what?”
He bursts out laughing as he carries me to our bed.
“Woman, you ain’t right.” He says, letting my feet fall to the floor.
“Yeah, but I ain’t wrong. Besides, you wouldn’t love me as much as you do if I was.” I reply as I whip my dress off. He sucks in a breath. When I go to kick my boots off, he stops me.
“Leave those on baby. I want to feel them digging into my back, while I am deep inside my wife.” He growls.
It’s my turn to gasp. I shouldn’t be surprised by his filthy mouth, but every time it’s better than the last.
As he slides his thick cock into me, I melt into his thrusts. Kissing my neck, he whispers, “I love you.”
I chant it back to him, until I can’t speak anymore. He wrings orgasm after orgasm out of me, until I can’t take anymore.
I fall asleep in my husband’s arms. A husband who loves me. There is something amazing about that feeling. It’s unlike anything I have ever known.
I could get used to the next eighty years being like this.