“Does this look okay?” I ask. Parker pops his head out of the bathroom to see.

“You look beautiful, love,” he says.

I turn back to the mirror. I’ve put on a Lily Pulitzer dress with a large floral print. It’s very vintage, and it looks cute. It’s perfect for a wedding, but I’m having a fat day. I turn to the side. You can just start to make out a belly, but to the outside world, it looks like I’ve eaten a big lunch.

I turn back to the front and rake my fingers through my hair.

“Are you ready?” I ask Parker. He comes out of the bathroom wearing khaki pants and a collared shirt. He’s clean shaven, and he looks as handsome as ever. His bright blue eyes are the color of a Fall sky, and they smile at me.

“How are you feeling?” I ask him.

He shrugs. “I’m okay.” I can tell he’s nervous. I don’t blame him. I can only be there for him.

We get into the car and drive to the venue just out of town. When we park, a big sign announces the wedding of Paul and Joshua.

It’s been a rocky road getting this far. Paul eventually spoke to his father about his sexuality. He didn’t lose the company the way he thought he would, but the old man isn’t exactly speaking to Paul right now. He said he’ll attend the wedding, so we’re all hoping it will be okay.

When Parker and I got married a few months ago, everything was different. Parker’s parents were ecstatic for us. It was as if they believed we were meant to be together. They were shocked when they found out my marriage to Paul was never official, but the news of Paul’s sexuality replaced that shock with another soon after.

When Paul came out, he introduced Josh, his boyfriend of two years, to them.

That had been news to me. During our supposed marriage, I was faithful because I thought it would only be fair to Paul. When it came out that he was effectively cheating on me, I felt betrayed.

Of course, I should have known Paul would do something like that. He cares for himself, first and foremost. And that’s fine. His relationship with Joshua seems to work, and having everyone happy is what matters at the end of the day.

I can’t be happier. I’m married to the man of my dreams, the bakery is going well, and we’re looking at moving into a bigger place soon.

We walk into the little chapel and sit down in the seats reserved for family. Jane reaches over Parker and squeezes my hand. She’s emotional. She took Paul’s news better than her husband, who sits next to her, looking sullen.

The ceremony is beautiful, and the two men look happy. It’s weird for me to see Paul like this, happy, relaxed, and openly gay. I think it’s better for everyone. Secrets never work. I know that from personal experience, even though it took me a while to understand that simple fact.

“That was nice,” Parker says when we walk through to the reception.

“I’m glad you’re okay with everything now,” I say.

He nods and smiles.

“Let me get you something to drink,” he says and kisses me on the cheek before he disappears. Jane appears by my side just after he leaves.

“That was a beautiful wedding, Mom,” I say to my mother-in-law.

She nods and smiles. “It was, wasn’t it? I’m so glad everyone is happy now.” She glances at me. “I always thought the two of you didn’t look quite right for each other. Everything has worked out now, hasn’t it?”

I smile and nod. “It really has. Everyone is happy.”

Jane smiles, too. Parker returns with a champagne flute with orange juice for me and a mimosa for himself.

“How are the mimosas, dear?” she asks me.

“Oh, this is just orange juice,” I say. I glance at Parker who nods almost imperceptibly. “I can’t drink.”

“Why not?” Jane asks.

“It’s not good for the baby,” I say.

She freezes and blinks at me before she grabs me and hugs me.

“Oh, my God,” she says. She’s tearing up.

Parker laughs and hugs his Mom before he pulls me against his side.

“Don’t tell anyone yet, Mom,” Parker says. “We don’t want to steal Paul’s thunder today. We just thought you should know.”

She smiles, pressing her hands against her mouth, trying not to cry.

When we walk away, Parker kisses me. My body responds, and I’m suddenly horny. It’s the pregnancy hormones. Lately, I’ve been wanting it all the time.

I kiss him back, pushing my tongue into his mouth, and I press my body against his. When he breaks the kiss, he looks at me, his eyes full of questions.

“I want you,” I whisper.

His eyes dilate, becoming hungry. He looks around.

“Come with me,” he says and takes me by the hand.

He leads me away from reception. We wander the corridors that lead to the guest rooms. The doors are all locked, but Parker finds one door that’s not. It’s a storage closet of some kind, small and cramped.

He pulls me into it, clicking on the little light before he closes the door.

The moment we’re alone, he kisses me again. His arms slide around my back and pull me against him. His cock is hard in his pants. He unzips my dress and pulls it down in the font, pulling my breasts out of my bra. My breasts are on display like this, pushed up by the dress. Parker dips his head and sucks on my nipples. I gasp, trying to keep quiet.

I’m getting wet.

As if he knows, Parker lifts my dress and works my panties down my legs a little before he pushes his fingers into me. He finger fucks me for a short while, my dress riding up, while he pays attention to my breasts.

When I can barely hold it anymore, he spins me around. I press my hands against the wall, bracing myself. He pulls up my dress so my ass is exposed, and his cock finds my entrance in no time. He pushes into me, and I gasp. I’m trying my best not to moan out loud. The last thing we need is someone walking past and discovering us.

The possibility of that happening and the secrecy of what we’re doing are thrilling. Parker pushes into me and starts fucking me, his hips pumping against my ass, his cock burying deep inside me. I gasp, taking him. His fucking pushes my breasts against the cold wall I’m leaning against.

The sensation is erotic.

Parker fucks me harder, and I can feel an orgasm building. I come so easily now that I’m pregnant, and I like it. It makes quickies like this very possible.

It doesn’t take long before he pushes me over the edge, and I orgasm. My body contracts, and I can feel my uterus around the baby squeeze as well. I shudder.

Parker only waits for me to calm a little before he pumps into me again. His strokes shorten, and he picks up another gear.

Suddenly, he shoves himself deep inside me, and I can feel him pump out come, releasing inside me. He lets out a muffled cry. A moment later, it’s over.

He pulls out of me and fixes his pants again. I didn’t even notice him undoing them. I reach for my panties and pull them up, straightening my dress. Parker helps me zip it up at the back after I stuff my breasts back in my bra.

He opens the closet door and peeks out, letting me escape first. The corridors are empty.

“I’ll meet you at the reception,” I say. Parker kisses me, and I make my way to the ladies’ room to clean up.

When I join Parker at reception, he’s already sitting at our table. I sit down next to him, and he takes my hand, kissing my knuckles.

“I love you,” he says.

I smile. Our life is one of adventure, stolen moments, passionate love, and luxury that still leaves me reeling. With Parker’s latest Grimrage installment that’s been released, his income practically tripled overnight.

But it’s never been about the money with him. It’s about love and family, and that’s exactly what we’re aiming for. A family, love, and caring for each other.

“I love you, too,” I say and kiss him again.