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And fucked hard.
I thought it was too much at first. Since her belly has grown with the pregnancy, but the doctor’s advice tells us it’s quite safe…
Well. We’ve been at it like rabbits, making me crave her even more. Loving her full belly even more and wanting her to never be without a child the sex is so fucking good.
We are distracted though, once I carry her inside and almost fall over the litter of gift baskets and flowers from well-wishing builders and realtors.
“It’s beautiful,” she gasps, her jaw wide open as my own eyes adjust to the brighter light of the place.
The smell of fresh paint and woodwork is unavoidable but adding to the effect of something so new, fresh, and crisp.
A job truly well done.
I have to admit, I wonder for a moment if I’ve stumbled into a neighboring house, but no.
It matches the photos I’ve seen in emails so far, just better.
Made so much better seeing Becky inside it now too.
“It’s all yours,” I explain. “Happy honeymoon…”
“Dillon,” she gasps, wanting me to set her down but wanting to hold me tighter as I lean down to kiss her.
My wife.
The love of my life.
Still holding her I walk her around the new place. It’s got all the original fireplaces and light fixtures restored but is easily three times the original size.
The view over the lake is wider now, with modern floor to ceiling windows.
A deck and stairs replacing the tired old landing, leading down to a newly planted garden of native trees and shrubs.
I sense we’ve just missed the last tradesman or realtor, or whoever left the door open and all those wedding wishes for us.
They’ve lit a fire in the antique iron fireplace too, with a cold supper laid out on the table, candles waiting to be lit as well as champagne chilling that I know neither of us will drink.
But it’s as close as I could have imagined to setting it all up myself.
“I love it,” Becky grins, her teeth almost chattering as she unhooks her dress, taking my hand and leading me to the fireplace.
“I love you,” I remind her. “Wife,” I growl, slipping her gown off her shoulders as I free myself from my pants. My growing heat in her cool hands in a moment.
Clear to both of us that the house tour, dinner, and even the rest of the day can wait as I settle down to making love to my newlywed wife long past the last dying rays of golden light across the water outside.
Extended Epilogue
Over One Year Later…
Becky
The house in the suburbs is great, close to everything and safe.
I have fonds memories there too.
But our house by the lake is perfect, and although it means a longer drive, it’s where we’ve settled.
Dillon bought up the surrounding land and waterfront, more than I could have dreamed of.
It means one whole side of the lake and all the hills surrounding it are all ours.
Running my hands over my belly I’m reminded of who ‘ours’ actually is nowadays.
Little Millie stirs in her crib next to me on the deck as her unborn baby brothers decided to have a soccer match inside me.
Twins the doctor told me, but it’s the only thing I’ve kept from Dillon for so long.
My own little surprise?
Not really, but their own maybe. Making it into the world to surprise daddy as only little ones can.
It’s just like you wanted it, Dillon. I smile to myself, needing both hands to heave myself up out of the heavy wicker chair.
Barefoot and pregnant.
Wondering if I’ll ever lose what I’ve learned they call ‘baby weight’ nowadays. As if I wasn’t big enough, to begin with.
Ha! From people who’ve probably never had a baby, let alone got another two on the way.
I wouldn’t have it any other way though, and nor would Dillon. He seems to prefer me this way with more meat on my bone to really let loose he says.
Every glance, touch, and word from him is more intense than the day we first met, like time only adds to his passion.
The man of my dreams, a growing family. The most perfect and safe place to live without any worries except for maybe when we can get to bed?
This is paradise, and I struggle to remember let alone think about the old days when I ate out of a paper sack and couldn’t afford rent.
Dillon’s horn honking from above the hill is in tune with his text message letting me know he’s almost home.
He’s only away a few hours a week, and today I decided to stay home with Millie while he went for supplies.
He still runs the security business, tripled it in size after his court win and compensation. But management is what I’d prefer he deals with, not danger.
We hire professionals for that side of things. I help Dillon with the paperwork, he does the hiring and firing as well as fielding jobs and contracts part-time. The rest is run by people he knows and trusts professionally.
