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Being pregnant has not been easy on my body, but Trenton has made me feel like an absolutely goddess through the entire thing. I think he’s even trying to fatten me up with all these delicious Italian pastas he’s making.
We did, by the way, discover that pasta is not originally Italian, but was actually brought to Italy from China by Marco Polo.
Bella is very excited to be an older sister. She told me she’s been wanting to have a baby sister for a very long time, but that she’s been too afraid to share this information with Trenton because she feared it may upset him to think that he has to replace her mother in order to make that so.
“Well, I know what it’s like to lose your mom, because mine died not long ago,” I told her then. “And I’ll never replace her. She’ll always be your mom. But I am here to help where she can’t because I think she would want that so that you have the best life possible.”
At the reception, she decides to give a toast, which makes my heart smile— and my face, of course, which is also crying.
“I know I’m just a kid,” she says in that adorable, awkward way of hers. “But I am just so glad to see that all these years after my dad lost my mom, he was able to fall in love again.”
The crowd guffaws at the sweetness of this.
“Plus, you have no idea how difficult it can be to listen to all of that sad, dreary poetry about dead ladies. It’s about time he got a new muse!”
There’s a little laughter and the toasts continue. Jessica makes a joke in her maid of honor toast about she wants to marry a professor too so that she can skip ahead and just get an honorary doctorate.
After everyone’s made their toasts, we share our first dance, as do my father and I.
While we’re dancing, he tells me, “You know, I know I haven’t been easy on you about your choice of career. But I really think you should go back to school and finish your degree. Seeing how well Trenton is doing as a poet restores my faith in that career path a little.”
“He’s very good,” I tell him.
“So are you, and don’t you ever forget it.”
“Thanks, dad,” I tell him, so glad that we’ve made up from childhood arguments and can move forward on a good note.
“Can I cut in?” Trenton asks after a moment.
“Of course,” my dad says. “And can I just share something?”
I think he’s talking to Trenton now, although he’s looking at the ground uncomfortably.
“I just want to tell you thank you for doing the right thing by both my daughter and my grandchild,” he tells Trenton. “I haven’t always been the biggest supporter of her decisions, but that’s only because I was trying to do right by her and give her the best life possible. But seeing her here with everyone, hearing all these kind words, it really gives me hope that she’ll be all right in the end.”
“Of course. I married her because I love her, not just to help her out. Her poetry’s amazing! Did she tell you it’s being published in the university’s journal?” Trenton asks, even though he knows I have not told my father.
“That’s amazing!” my dad says. “Your mother would be so proud of the woman and mother you’ve become.”
We dance the rest of the night away. As we slice the cake and shovel it into each other’s mouths before the photographer, we both laugh and laugh. Then we take photos with our families, and as a new family we take one right beneath the altar. Bella is on Trenton’s back and he’s leaning down and kissing my quite visible baby bump. And suddenly the entire universe seems to be aligning in our favor.
That night, we rent a tiny cottage outside the city and we let Bella stay the night at her grandmother’s house. Trenton carries me in my dress across the threshold and places me carefully on the bed of the one-room space.
“Mrs. Mitchell,” he says, as he begins to undress me as if he’s been waiting all day to do just that. “I’m going to make you feel amazing now.”
He kisses my neck and then runs his lips all over my body, over my nipples and pregnant belly until he’s down between my thighs, eating me out. His lips suck on my clit while his fingers move in and out of me.
“Yes, Mr. Mitchell?” I ask.
“I’m going to make you cum in my mouth now.”
“Okay,” I start to say, but I don’t have time to get anything else out.
Because he’s pulling at my clit with his lips and it feels so good that juices are spurting out my pussy hole. He’s lapping them up, just as he promised.
