Elizabeth Jane
It’s my wedding day, and I can’t believe all that has happened since my mom first made me go see Dr. Monroe for a purity exam. I went from being an innocent, sheltered virgin to his dirty little slut, his fake fiancée to save his business, and now— the best part— his actual bride.
Today is also the day on which I’ve been reunited with my father. He and I float in a hot air balloon far above Derek and our wedding guests, who are gathered in the courtyard of the Houghton Hotel. The ceremony has started, and I can see Derek standing in front of the wooden wedding arch.
“Awww, he looks nervous,” I tell my dad.
“And he looks proud,” my dad says, and I agree.
Derek stands tall and strong, looking more handsome in his tuxedo than I have ever seen him. His groomsmen stand beside him.
I watch as Diana walks down the aisle as my maid of honor. She looks gorgeous in her couture bridesmaid’s dress, carrying calla lilies. I’m grateful for her, even though I used to be embarrassed when she talked to me. I’m glad she didn’t let my mom get in the way of our friendship.
Tracy follows her. Even from here, I can see her blushing as she notices another of the doctors at the practice seated as a guest in the aisle. There have been rumors that he has a crush on her and that it’s mutual. Some people even say they’re secretly doing the dirty just as Derek and I have been doing. Talk about workplace romance drama.
Then, pairs of animals walk down the aisle, two by two. First come the promised monkeys, then goats, then pigs.
“This is an interesting assortment of animals,” my dad remarks.
“We picked the friendliest ones,” I inform him with a grin. “You’d be surprised how docile pigs are. I read all about them on the Internet, when I was making my selection of animal wedding party members.”
“Oh, I’m sure they are,” he says. “I’ve heard that pigs are smarter than people.”
“Maybe if those people are three years old,” I tell him, with a snort. “But they’re definitely smarter than dogs. And chimpanzees.”
“Leave it to my daughter to find out everything about pigs while planning her wedding,” my dad says.
I smile, grateful that he can be here with me on my big day. Grateful to Derek for being the reason it came to be.
Finally, two elephants traipse down the wide aisle, and all the guests gasp. The way that Jeff and Niles’ mouths hang open is my favorite part of the day so far.
“You sure put together the wedding of all weddings, in a very short amount of time,” my dad says.
His tone of voice is one of admiration mixed with awe.
“It’s amazing what money can do,” I tell him, still amazed myself.
Derek made a sizeable donation to the zoo, as well as to the Albuquerque Balloon Museum, which lent us the balloon that my dad and I are riding in and in which Derek and I will be whisked away after the wedding, for a tour around the city, private champagne toast, and pictures, while our guests have cocktail hour before we meet up with them for the reception.
The date had obviously already been reserved by another bride, but money convinced her to change it to an afternoon ceremony so that she would have plenty left over for a lavish honeymoon. And Derek contacted the vast network of caterers, decorators, flower arrangers and other vendors that he keeps in touch with when he entertains other doctors for business deals.
Today is everything I could have dreamed of, and more. Except, as I look down at the wedding guests, I notice an empty chair. I’m reminded that not everything can be perfect.
“Even though Mom’s nutso, I sure wish she was here,” I tell my dad, unable to refrain from commenting on the one negative note.
“I know you do, Honey,” he says, putting his arm around me. “I hope one day she’ll come around.”
Mom was so upset when she heard what I’d been up to that she’d refused to come to the wedding, or talk to me at all. She thinks I’m a sinner and that my marriage will be doomed. And she was betrayed by the fact that I invited my father to walk me down the aisle.
“It’s a lovely day anyway,” I tell my dad. “Thank you for coming.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he says. “I’m so proud of you.”
As the balloon lands and Dad and I climb out, I hear our wedding guests gasp again. I realize that it’s my mom’s loss if she doesn’t want to accept me for who I am. At least I’ve finally learned to accept myself. I’m reunited with my dad, and I’m marrying the love of my life.
My mom has been cruel, to me, and if she’s not sorry, then I don’t want her around. I wish for both her sake and mine that she could change, but unless she does, I’ve learned how to be happy without her mistreatment of me.
And it’s not hard to be happy today, as today is the best day ever. As Canon in D begins playing and I walk down the aisle, I see Derek’s mouth drop open in wonder. I also can’t help but notice that Mia Malone’s mouth is gaping almost as much, as she stares at my wedding dress.
Not only am I getting married today, but I’m doing it while wearing a dress that Berta made specifically for me. It’s called the Belle Rosa, and the designer told me he’s secretly christened it “Elizabeth Jane’s Belle Rosa.” The supplier told me the phone has already been ringing off the hook with orders demanding this unique new dress which I had requested be designed. It’s just one more thing that Derek’s money— and now my money— can buy.
As my dad hands me off to Derek, shakes his hand takes a seat, I see that Derek is looking at me with a mixture of love and admiration. I feel like the luckiest girl in the entire world, to be having the wedding of my dreams with the man I’ve desired for so long. And I know that our life together is just getting started.
Derek
I admit it: I want to fucking cry when I gaze at my bride. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful, or as happy, as Liz looks right now.
I know she wishes her mom was here, but I also know she’d rather her not be here if she can’t accept us. I still have hope that it will work out one day for them. In the meantime, I’m going to do my best to be her everything. And I’m glad her dad showed up to walk her down the aisle and restore the relationship that her mom robbed them of for so long.
When it comes time to say our vows, I look deep into her sparkling eyes.
“I promise to be your protector, your strength, your inspiration, just as you have been for me.”
At my words, she starts crying, but they’re tears of joy and I wipe them from her eyes and then kiss them away as well.
“I’ll be everything you want and need, and I promise to tell you everything I want and need, so that we can continue to fulfill each other’s every desire.”
We hug, and the officiant says, “Alright, you two impatient love birds, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
I kiss her deeply, passionately, our tongues melding together as one, just as I know our bodies will later. She returns my kiss, with nothing holding us back from showing our affection for each other anymore.
And then, when it’s just her and me in the hot air balloon, I decide to start living out my wedding vows already, by telling her my deepest, darkest desire. Something I’ve never told anyone before— something I’ve never even wanted to do with anyone before.
I lean down and whisper it into her ear, even though no one else is around and the wind would quickly drown out anything I said out loud anyway.
“Really?” she says, looking up at me to make sure I’m not kidding. “Okay.”
From the way she swallows and smiles, I know the idea turns her on too. She squeezes my hand.
“Tonight?”
“No,” I tell her. “Tonight is our wedding night and I’m going to take your wedding night virginity.”
“What’s my wedding night virginity?” she asks, laughing.
“It’s the first time you’ve had sex as someone’s wife,” I tell her, smiling. “As my wife. And here’s what I want you to do for me.”
I whisper into her ear again, just to make it sexy and mysterious.
“I can definitely do that,” she says, nodding, “in our nice big bed.”
“Which I’m going to defile, by popping your wedding night cherry.”
She looks at me and grins, and I know that tonight is going to be our hottest sex ever.
Elizabeth Jane
It’s late, and our reception was just as much fun as everyone thought it would be. We had a live band, and a flamenco dance performance. We had a poolside party until late into the night. And now we’re at the house that Derek has just bought for us.
It’s our first time staying in it. We wanted to wait until we were husband and wife. Derek carries me through the doorway and says he’s going to make us some drinks in the kitchen. Neither of us had much time to drink much at the wedding because we were so busy making the rounds and socializing with our guests. Plus, we wanted to make sure we were in the right frame of mind to be able to do this.
Taking my hint, I dash upstairs and do as he told me to do when we were on the hot air balloon. I wiggle out of my beautiful wedding dress, and tingles of excitement run down my spine. I get up on our King sized, four poster bed and find the rope that Derek had told me would be here.
I tie one of my feet to the pole at one end of the bottom of the bed, and the other one to the pole on the other side. There’s also a rope tied to the poles at the top end of the bed. I handcuff one of my wrists to the slipknot, as instructed. And then I wait.
It seems like an eternity before Derek enters the room. I have goosebumps all over, and not just because I’m cold. I can’t wait to find out what he’s going to do to me. I know I’ll love it, but it’s also a bit scary, which is part of the excitement.
Finally, he walks in holding two whiskey glasses. His mouth falls open at the sight of me.
“My beautiful bride,” he says, crossing the floor in a hurry to get to me. “I’m going to make you mine forever.”
He sets our drinks on the bedside stand and begins unzipping the pants to his tuxedo. As his huge cock falls out, I realize it might be entering my asshole tonight, and I wonder if I can handle it.
“Can I please have a drink?” I ask him, knowing I’ll need a little liquid courage.
“Here you go, my wife,” he says, picking up the glass and holding it to my lips.
I sip from the glass and he looks down at me as if he can’t wait to shove his cock down my throat and make me drink his cum like I’m drinking this whiskey and coke. I know what my husband is thinking. And I love all of his dirty thoughts about me. Because they match my own about him.
He sets the glass back on the bedside stand after I’ve gulped down a lot of the liquid from it. He takes a sip of his own drink.
Then he looks down at me like he can’t wait to devour me. The same feeling returns that I had in his office when my mom first made me go in.
I need this.
I want this.
He is going to take me and do what he wants to me.
And I want him to do it so bad.
He picks up my wrist and handcuffs it alongside my other one.
Now I’m completely bound and tied up for him, exactly as he wants me. I’m his for the taking, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Derek
I’m so fucking happy when I walk into the room and see that my wife has fulfilled the requests I’d made of her on our wedding day. She’s tied up to the bedposts just as I had instructed, her legs spread wide open and tied down so that I can do what I want with her. Meanwhile, one of her hands is tied to the rope attached to the posts on the other side of the bed and now I join her other hand to it so that she’s completely tied down.
She looks a little scared, which turns me on. She appears as young, innocent and delectable as the moment she first walked back through my office doors.
“Well hello Elizabeth Jane,” I tell her, as if reliving that office visit once again. “How nice to see you. Like this. My wife.”
As I’d instructed, she’s wearing the pink silk panties she’d had on under her wedding dress. When I’d gone up there to get her garter belt, I’d slipped a finger inside and ever since I’ve been able to smell her on me. And I’ve been wanting to do this to her; here’s my chance.
Her tiny thong doesn’t cover her entire pussy. Part of her chubby, adorable little pussy lips are peeking out from the side.
I spank her pussy once, twice, three times. Then I grab onto her delicious folds and twist them, squeezing them while feeling her sweet juices running into my hand already.
“You’re nice and wet for me, Wifey,” I tell her, pushing my finger inside her pussy like I did that very first day in my office.
I put my cock in her mouth and I know she was already wanting to suck on it. She takes it eagerly, licking the head of it and then sliding her tongue up and down my shaft. I shove it down her throat and fuck her mouth.
I pull her hair and hold onto her head, so that I can move my cock all the way around inside her lips, mouth and throat. She deep throats me, and I finger her while she gives me head.
“You’re so good at this, my slutty little wife,” I tell her.
She groans, her lips humming against my dick and making me feel vibrations throughout my entire body. I pinch her clit with one hand and her nipple with another, using her body for my pleasure while she eats my cock, because I’m no longer just her doctor or her boss or her lover or her fake fiancé. I’m her husband and she’s my wife and I love how she does everything I want her to do, and how she lets me do everything I want to do to her.
Just when I feel as if I’m about to come, I take my cock out of her mouth and move her panties to the side.
“I’m going to fuck you without any condom on,” I tell her, my cock hard up against her pussy. “You’re my wife now and you’re going to have my baby. But maybe not tonight because I’m going to take your anal virginity tonight.”
I shove it deep into her pussy. Her raw pussy feels amazing on my cock. She’s wet and dripping all over me.
“I want to have your baby,” she says, as I push my cock in and out of her.
She squirms underneath me as I fuck her hard and fast, no longer holding back like I did when I first popped her cherry. I give her the full brunt force of my big cock, and she moans while I thrust it in and out of her.
“Oh my God, Derek,” she says, in breathless rapture. “I’m coming.”
“Come on my cock,” I command her, as I feel a pool of her juices on my balls. “Because I’m going to come in your ass.”
She looks at me with a mix of pleasure and fear on her face, and I know it’s time to take the one thing she was saving to give me on our wedding night.
Elizabeth Jane
Derek’s naked cock inside me feels so good. I lay in a heap, out of breath and delirious with passionate electricity running through my body.
But he doesn’t give me time to relax. Instead, he takes off my panties. Then he unties my ankles and flips me over so that my knees are on the bed doggy style while my hands are still tied up. He spanks my ass and then he spreads it wide apart.
“I love to see your pussy and ass spread wide open for me,” Derek says, as he pushes his fingers in and out of my pussy hole and asshole.
I’m aching for him, wanting him so badly, dripping wet for my husband.
He places the head of his cock in between my ass cheeks while he squeezes one of them.
“Are you ready, my wife?”
“Yes,” I tell him, taking a deep breath.
I’m scared, but excited.
I feel his cock enter my ass slowly and gently, and I squeeze the rope that my wrists are still tied to in front of me.
I jolt forward, because it hurts more than I expected it to. But I can’t get away from him because he’s tied me up.
“Just relax and give into me,” he tells me.
Once I let go and give into the feelings of exhilaration, it starts feeling a lot better.
“Mmmmm,” I moan, as his cock begins to fill up my ass completely.
“You like that?” he asks, as he pushes himself further inside me.
“Yes,” I tell him, surprising myself with how much I mean it.
“Good,” he says, as he slides further in.
It hurts, but the pain is mixed with pleasure. He plays with my clit and the mixture of pressure on it plus the feeling of being filled up with his cock in my ass is beyond mind-blowing. I begin to moan and hear him groaning at the same time.
“This feels amazing,” I tell him.
“It feels so good for me too.”
He slides his cock in and out of me, and I look back to see him staring down at it as it pushes in and out of my ass hole.
“I’m going to come in your ass,” he tells me, his voice deep and low.
As he plays with my pussy, I feel a surge of electricity running through me.
“I’m going to come too,” I tell him, and I feel his cum shooting into my ass hole at the same time I feel the sweet release of an orgasm coursing its way through my body.
“Oh my God,” he yells, louder than he’s ever let himself get during sex.
I’m so happy to be pleasing my husband on his wedding night. I’m so glad to be his very real wife.
Elizabeth Jane
Two Months Later
Diana and I are walking out of Messer Hall together towards the parking lot, one last time. It’s the day of our evolutionary psychology class and everyone is in a festive mood. But Diana has a particularly rosy glow to her cheeks that makes me think she’s excited about something more than just summer break.
“So, did you and your favorite professor finally get it on?” I ask her, as she starts laughing right away.
“What?” I ask her. “I know you want to get it on with him. You’ve been wanting to do the dirty all semester and I began to catch on that it was mutual. He always looked at you like he wanted to rip your clothes off you, right there in class for everyone to see.”
“Elizabeth Jane!” Diana says, sounding almost as shocked as my mom used to. “You were always so pure and innocent and now all you want to do is talk about sex.”
“I only learn from the best,” I tell her. “Now, out with it. What have you and Dr. Calvert been up to?”
“Oh, come on,” she says. “A girl never kisses and tells.”
But then she sneaks a glance to some students walking along beside us down the pathway and she whispers under her breath: “At least not where nosy classmates can overhear and gossip.”
“Oh, so there is something to tell!” I say, excitedly.
“Let’s just say the good professor may have asked me to undertake a certain research project with him and to be his assistant over the summer.”
“Oh really?” I ask her, surprised. “I thought maybe you would tell me you had some quickie bathroom sex in between classes. But this working for him thing sounds awfully serious.”
“Very funny,” she says. “I’ll tell you all about it soon as we get the chance.”
“Okay, because I have something to tell you too,” I confess. “But I can’t yet.”
My step gets a bit lighter as I think about my secret, that so far only I know.
“No fair,” she says. “I really wanna know. But I guess turnabout is fair play.”
“Too bad you can’t give me a ride home like you always used to offer,” I tell her. “Because then we would have some private time to spill each of our secrets. But, I don’t need the ride any more. And it’s not because my mom is here.”
I click the button on my key, so that my brand-new convertible unlocks.
“You’re telling me,” she says. “You sure don’t need much of anything anymore. You and that fancy doctor hubby have got it made. You’re the one who should be giving me a ride home.”
“Any time,” I tell her, “next semester. Although you’ll probably be staying after for extra credit from the professor.”
“I don’t even know if I’ll be taking his class next semester, or if you will,” she says. “The only other classes he teaches are advanced. For serious psychology majors.”
I shrug.
I could see myself being a serious psychology major. I could study the psychology of girls whose mothers repress them, and how it finally feels once they’re free. Who knows? It seems like just yesterday I was wondering if I was even going to be able to continue at this school. If I could stand living under my mother’s possessive hold on me until then. And now I don’t have to put up with her any more. Even though I still wish that some how we could make up. She doesn’t have to agree with all my life decisions— and I certainly don’t have to forgive her for making my life hell for so long— but she’s my mother, and I hate that things ended between us the way that they did.
“Well, you go home to your doctor hubby and enjoy all that dirty newlywed sex,” Diana says, as we approach the car. “I’ll tell you all about my exploits later but I’m sure they’re nothing compared to everything you and Dr. Monroe have going on.”
I hurry home, excited to see Derek and tell him my big news.
It’s been over two months since our honeymoon. And its finally time to fulfill the promise I made him.
“Hi Honey, I’m home,” I tell him, as soon as I’m in front door.
“I’m in here,” he calls, from the study in our huge house.
“Well, I think you’ll need to come in here instead,” I tell him, heading to the bedroom.
His practice is merging with yet another chain of doctor’s offices, so he’s been working overtime lately. As soon as he gets home from the office, he goes to the study and puts together more business plans. But it’s time for a break from all of that. Because now he’ll have more important things to focus on.
I shed my clothes before he’s even inside the room.
“Well, well, well,” he says, his eyes lighting up with surprise as soon as he sees me. “Someone’s very happy to be finished with her classes for this semester.”
“I’m happy for other reasons, too,” I tell him, as I begin to unbutton his collared shirt.
“What reasons would those be?” he asks me, lifting a curious eyebrow.
“Well, I’m a happily married woman to the man of my dreams,” I tell him, as I unzip his fly and let his pants fall to the floor. His large cock rises, hard and strong at the sight of me.
“And now I’m going to have my way with him,” I tell him, as I walk over and pull hand cuffs out of the drawer under our bed.
Usually he uses them on me. But this time it’s different. This time, it’s my turn to fulfill the promise I told him I’d do to him— when the time was right.
“Liz,” he says, his mouth falling open as soon as he sees the handcuffs. “Does this mean…”
“It does,” I tell him, a wide grin spreading across my face. I sit down on the bed and smile at him for a long time, so happy that he’s smiling back even bigger than I am. “We’re going to have a baby.”
Derek
I just stare at my wife, almost unable to believe it.
Sure, we’d been having unprotected sex for two months, ever since our amazing wedding night. We’d been purposefully trying to make a baby. And I’d told her that I wanted her to tie me up—but only when she was pregnant.
I knew that now I’d feel differently about doing some of my favorite, dirty things to her. And I’d also feel that she was all powerful— the woman who not only stole my heart but is also carrying my child. Now is the time for her to be in charge, and for me to just lay back and enjoy whatever she intends to do to me.
I can tell by the gleam in her eye that she intends to do a lot to me.
“Are you ready?” Liz asks, as glides off the bed and moves towards me. Her cute, perky tits sway slightly as she bends forward to bring her face level with mine. Soon they’re going to be bigger, and even more beautiful. "I’ve been waiting for tonight for so many different reasons.”
“Me too,” I tell her.
She wraps her arm around mine and pulls me onto the bed. Then she pushes me up against one of the posts at its head. I’m surprised by her strength, and I like the way she’s taking charge.
She props up some pillows behind my back and spreads my arms wide. She smells like spring perfume mixed with the fresh air of being outside not too long ago.
I love how she smells. Looks. Tastes. I love everything about her. Especially the way that she’s tying me up.
I hear a clinking sound to my left and then to my right as she handcuffs each of my wrists. Then Liz rests a hand on my thigh and puts her other arm on my chest, smiling a very naughty smile.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” I ask, half-jokingly.
I’m seriously intrigued though. I had told her to do this, but I didn’t know she’d be so good at it.
"Whatever I want to do," she says, bending her face towards mine and taking my mouth in hers.
Her lips find mine and then her tongue slips inside. She holds onto my face as she draws me closer to her for a deeper, stronger kiss.
Her small but strong hands rub on my chest and then she moves her beautiful face down and begins to suck on my nipples. I can’t think, I can’t say anything. All I can do is moan as pleasure runs through my entire body, anticipating what my wife will do next.
She reaches a hand down and grabs my eager cock. She moves her hands expertly all over my balls, massaging them, rubbing them, pleasuring them.
As she bends down and wraps her hand around my shaft, I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to enjoy this. I already feel ready to explode. Her fingers move up and down the shaft of my cock as her tongue expertly darts out to kiss its head. She swirls her tongue around and then licks me up and down.
After only two months, my wife seems to know my body so well. Every time I feel close to climax, she backs off, looking up at me with her bedroom eyes before putting her head back down on my cock to continue.
I love that I’m tied to the bed, that even if I wanted her stop, she wouldn’t. And that there’s nothing I could do to change that.
“Get on top of me, Baby,” I beg her, wanting my cock to fill her pussy before I come in her mouth.
But she just shakes her head at me, teasing me.
“You know I’m in charge now,” she whispers, shaking her amazing tits at me. “It’s what you wanted.”
She reaches a hand down and plays with herself while she takes my cock into her mouth once again. I had thought I was as hard as I could get for her, but she’s just proven me wrong. She spreads her legs open and I watch her rub her clit and stick her finger in her pussy hole as she continues eating my cock.
Finally she makes herself come, nearly gagging as she forces my cock back into the deepest part of her throat while her fingers rub her clit wildly, forcefully.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she chokes into my cock.
I’m dangerously close to coming myself. I don’t want to let that happen. I need to come in her sweet, wet pussy.
I can’t stop groaning, begging her to fuck me.
“Please, Liz, please let me in your pussy. Please.”
“Okay, my husband,” she finally says, relieving me from the agony of trying not to come in her mouth.
She takes my cock out of her mouth and glides up to me along our silk sheets. Her hands return to my chest and then to my super erect cock.
Finally, she climbs on top of me, smiling that naughty grin again.
“Since you want me to fuck you, I’ll fuck you,” she purrs.
She moves her hands behind her and caresses my balls. Then she grabs my cock and maneuvers its tips to her pussy lips.
She teases me against herself for a moment before sliding down, engulfing my cock in her pussy. I moan— and so does she— as she starts to work herself up and down my cock, up and down as her tits bounce against my chest. She bends forward slightly and sucks on my nipples as she works my cock around in her pussy.
She bends down to kiss me and her lips taste so sweet as we moan together, and she bounces harder and faster up and down on my cock.
“I’m coming,” she calls out, her pussy getting even more slippery, sliding up and down my cock even more. “Derek, I’m coming.”
“Stop for a minute,” I tell her, practically begging again. I don’t want this to be over. I want this to last forever. Or at least until our baby arrives. “I’m about to come too.”
She doesn’t stop riding me or kissing me.
“Don’t fight it,” she says. “I’m in charge. And I want you to come. Come for me, my husband.”
So, I do. I have no choice. I’m tied down and I’m captive to her every command, just as I’d requested.
My cock explodes and my cum shoots into her pussy.
“Yes, my husband,” Liz says, continuing to ride me through the crashing waves of bliss and heat and pleasure.
We pant together, both too exhausted and weak to be able to speak for a minute. Then she climbs part way off of me, squatting mid-way. I look down to see my cum gushing out of her pussy, just the way she knows I like to see it.
“You came in me,” she says. “You’d better watch out or you’ll get me pregnant.”
I laugh.
“A little too late for that. Untie me so I can hold you, my lover. My wife. Mother of my child.”
She does so, and then she rests her head on me, her hands tracing the contours of my chest.
“I love your muscles and your tattoos,” she tells me.
“I don’t really look like a dad though, do I?” I ask her.
“That’s a good thing,” she says, looking up at me and smiling. “Please don’t go getting a dad bod. I don’t care how cool Leonardo DiCaprio says they are— I like you toned and fit.”
“And I love your fucking curves,” I tell her, slapping her ass for good measure.
But I can’t get a thought out of my mind.
“I may not look like a dad, and I never used to think I’d be one, but I’m ready,” I tell her, as she nods her agreement. “But what if I’m not a good one? I don’t know anything about being a dad.”
“You’ll learn,” she says, craning her neck to kiss me on the cheek. “You’re going to be a great dad.”
I move my hand up from her ass to her stomach, tracing it the way she was just tracing my chest.
“I can’t even tell anything’s different,” I confess.
“Not yet,” she says, burying her face into my chest and trying, unsuccessfully, to hold back her laughter. “A baby bump might not even come into well into the second trimester. I read all about it on BabyCenter.”
“You definitely know how to do your online research,” I tell her, joining in with her laughter now.
“I know how to remember details of what makes the most beautiful, lavish wedding, especially when I don’t even know it’ll actually be mine,” she says, gazing into my eyes again. “And I know how to find out what pregnancy will be like. But you’re right. I have no idea how to be a mom either. I didn’t exactly have the best example.”
I put my arm around her and snuggle her tight, bending down to kiss her hair. I can’t believe my good fortune, how she’s changed my life for the better and how I know that it will just keep getting even more amazing, even if it is rather scary.
“Well, we’ll figure it out together,” I tell her. “Like we did everything else. From the moment your mom dragged you into my office, I knew I had to have you. I just didn’t know to what extent. And I don’t regret a single moment of it. I know that we can handle anything together, and I’m excited for what this journey will bring.”
“You always know just what to say,” she says, her voice getting softer and trailing off as her eyelids begin to droop. “You’re the best husband ever.”
“You’re the best wife ever,” I tell her, as I lay my head down on the pillow and get ready to fall into a restful sleep with my wife and the mother of my future child. “And I’m so glad that we made this real.”