Lucky in Love

by Bishop, K. M.

  He pulls me in for a hug, but that only worries me more because I can feel his nervous heart pounding hard against his chest. This only happens to him when something really has him freaked out.

  “They made me think about me and you, and our relationship.”

  I groan and tease him. “You’re breaking up with me because they are such nightmares?”

  As I make this joke it sounds funny, but the small beat of silence that follows leaves me shell shocked. I never would have thought that out of everything we have faced, it would be my parents to break us.

  “No, of course not! They are a nightmare, but nothing is enough to make me leave you. No, quite the opposite.”

  As he pulls back and takes a step away from me, it’s my turn to have the pounding pulse. His eyes are glinting with happiness, he has a playful smile turning up the corners of his lips. It seems like he has something up his sleeve, but I have no idea what it is. At least, I don’t until he pulls something from his pocket, and he drops to one knee in front of me with a knowing expression on his face. This can’t be… can it?

  “Natasha, I have wanted to do this for a while now. I actually got the ring a long time ago.” He pops open the box showing me the most gorgeous princess cut diamond on a gold band that I have ever seen. The confirmation that this is exactly what I thought it was going to be. Oh my god, I’m so excited! “But I was waiting for the right moment. I don’t know if this is it because it kinda seems like it might be a reaction to what your parents just said, but it really isn’t. It’s actually more to do with the fact that you’re an incredible woman who is now carrying two more of my children… with everything that has happened today it’s easy to forget that we’re having twins.”

  “Not for me!” I laugh. “I don’t think that I will ever be able to forget that.”

  “No, fair enough. But it does make me want to make things official between us. You know how much I love you, how I want to be with you for the rest of my life, but we haven’t really had the chance to shout it from the roof tops yet, have we? I want the world to know that I am yours and you are mine, and that our family is for good. So, I guess what I’m trying to ask, in a bit of a clumsy way…”

  “No, you’re doing amazing.” I touch his cheek softly to reassure him. “This is so lovely.”

  “Well, what I want, Natasha Hatfield, is for you to make me the happiest man alive and agree to be my wife. So, what do you say?” He smiles up at me, his eyes shining with love. “Will you marry me?”

  I nod. I don’t even need to hesitate because I already know that this is everything that I want and more. And not because I want to please my parents, I might be letting them in to my life a little to see if they prove themselves worthy of my children, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to start giving them what they want… no, this is for me. I want to be Mrs. Compton, to have all of my romantic dreams come true at last.

  “Yes,” I gasp happily. “Yes, of course I will. I would love nothing more.”

  “Thank goodness. I thought that you were going to say no then.”

  “No, you didn’t!” I kiss him hard. “You know that I want to be your wife.”

  “I’m glad you do, that’s for sure!”

  He slides the ring on to my finger, then lifts me up and spins me around as we both laugh happily. The ring feels amazing on my finger, it signifies the depth f our bond and brings us even closer together. I’m going to marry my childhood sweet heart just at the time our family is growing. I must be the luckiest woman alive.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Tony

  She said yes! My heart sings with joy as I hold her in my arms, her lips crashing against mine and her hands around my neck. We’re getting married. She’s actually going to be my wife.

  I know that we have had a lot of shocks today, it’s been a bit of a crazy one, but I can only see the positives in all of it. The babies, the reunion, the move that seems to be taking forever… it’s all part of this wonderful future that we’re going to have so I will simply look forward to it all. Me and Natasha, soon to be Mrs. Compton, are perfect for one another. Childhood sweet hearts and the definition of meant to be.

  “Didn’t Tara say that her and Mom did the bedroom already?” I murmur to her. “Should we go there?”

  “Oh, why?” She winks playfully. “Because we can hear if John wakes up easier?”

  “Oh sure, that’s exactly it.” I take her hand in mine. “You know me. Always the responsible one.”

  “Sure. That’s why I chose you to be my husband.”

  We giggle like teenagers as we practically skip up the stairs, hand in hand. I feel all light headed and care free as we run. Like the world is our oyster and anything can happen. I knew that I would feel good after I proposed and Natasha said yes, but I didn’t know how happy I would be. That’s the thing with Natasha, she always finds a way to make me feel happier than I knew possible. Our life together will be wonderful.

  “Oh look! Didn’t they do an amazing job,” Natasha cries out. “We don’t need to change it at all.”

  “No, I think you’re right. It’s incredible. We’ll have to thank them tomorrow.” I circle my arms around Natasha’s waist. “But I don’t want to think about anyone else tonight. Just me and my fiancée.”

  Now that is a word I won’t ever get tired of. Until it turns to ‘wife’ of course.

  “Yes, I like that.” She spins and gives me a loving kiss. “Just me and you today.”

  The kiss quickly deepens, the heightened emotions from the whole day spilling over and taking control of the pair of us. I shrug her cardigan off quickly and run my hands over her soft, delicate shoulders.

  “Let me get this tee shirt off you.” Natasha paws hungrily at me. “I want to see you already.”

  As soon as the material is tossed to the floor, her tongue runs up the length of my torso. It’s a strangely sexy sensation that has my cock straining against my trousers, wanting to break free. I glance down at her and see those beautiful gray eyes staring at me to witness my reaction, I almost crumble and fall apart.

  “Fuck.” I run my fingers through her hair, tugging and pulling her up towards me. I really need to kiss her right now. “Fucking hell.” My tongue feels so good in her mouth like it belongs there. “Oh, Natasha.”

  I slip my fingers in to the waist band of her trousers and push my fingers in to her wet heat, groaning in that sheer blissful agony as I feel how much she wants me. She’s aching and throbbing for me, wanting me inside her. This sensation always makes my head spin wildly, it makes it impossible to hold myself back.

  But hold myself back I must because I want to drive her wild first. I want to see that beautiful look as she contorts in bliss. I drive my fingers deeper in to her, my thumb brushing against her clit as I do.

  “Oh, Tony.” I love the way that she gasps and pants as I do. “Oh, Tony, that feels so good.”

  I pump harder and faster, my heart pounding as I do. She falls back, crashing against the wall as she does which allows me to kiss over her throat and collar bone as I do. My lips are all over her, touching her, brushing over and kissing her everywhere, and my fingers massage her, hitting all of the right spots.

  “Take my trousers off,” she begs. “I need you. I can’t wait any longer.”

  I slide to the ground and take her trousers with me as I go, trailing my fingers along her supple legs. She shivers and shudders, panting hard, her breaths ragged and sharp. While on my knees, I pull her panties away as well, needing her naked now. My hands cup her butt and I yank her towards me right away.

  Natasha’s left foot plants against the wall to hold herself in place while I sling the other leg over my shoulder to give myself the best access to her. I need to taste her, to plunge my tongue all the way in to her, to taste her once more. She has a taste that I will never tire of. Ever.

  I move my mouth around her in the way that I know she likes. Now that me and Natasha have been together for a long time, I know
how to work her body exactly. I love this, I adore sending her over the edge quickly…

  But as I pull away and I smirk, Natasha remembers that I love teasing her as well, pushing her close to the edge before taking everything away from her again to leave her a mess.

  “You said that you weren’t going to do that anymore,” she whimpers. “I showed you what it was like.”

  “I know, and now I need to punish you. To remind you of how awful it is.”

  She grabs my neck with her mouth and sucks hard to leave a mark, presumably my punishment, but I like the way it feels. Her tongue, her lips, her teeth… even as it stings a little, it’s hot as hell.

  “Oh, you want it like that, do you?” I spin her around and push her up against the wall. “I can play that game.”

  I push my fingers in to her again, brushing my palms against her ass as I do. Her hands flatten against the wall and she cries out in bliss. She’s growing increasingly desperate by the moment, needing me more and more.

  “Fuck, Tony, stop it already. Just fuck me already, will you?”

  I slip the fingers of my other hand around to her front and massage her clit once more, bringing her to the point of release, before dragging myself off of her. As she spins around, and I see the frustrated anger in her face, I know that I am in trouble. She strides towards me pushing me back on to the bed as soon as we reach it, and she drags my trousers down, pulling my boxers away as well.

  My cock automatically falls in her hands and she begins to stroke me gently. The slight movements are still enough to have the pleasure building like a deep pressure inside of me. By the time her mouth connects with her tip and she strokes her tongue along me, I can hardly contain myself.

  I can’t get too carried away though, because I know she’s going to stop, she is going to make me pay…

  But it doesn’t take me long to forget that thought. The deeper that she takes me in, the more I lose my damn mind. I might be about to erupt in her lips at any given moment.

  “Oh, sorry,” Natasha breathes down my length as she pulls away. “You don’t want that, do you?”

  “Fucking hell!” I clap my hands to my forehead. “Okay, okay, I get it now.”

  She laughs loudly, gleefully, then climbs passed me in the bed to place herself on all fours in front of me. She wiggles her ass and tosses her hair over her shoulder, inviting me to join her.

  “Oh, wait!” I cry out before I can get too close. “Hold on.” I pull open the night stand drawer and smirk as I take out a small silver square. “We better get into the habit of using protection, don’t you think?”

  “Good thinking,” she chuckles back. “Then the next baby can be planned!”

  I tear the wrapper open with my teeth and roll the latex over myself. Natasha keeps her eyes fixed on me the entire time. I can tell that she actually likes seeing me this way, touching myself, so I continue doing so for a few moments, enjoying the way her expression becomes slack jawed.

  Every time I’m with her, I learn something new about her sexuality and I fucking love it. She’s a mystery, an excitement, which is why our relationship will never get old.

  “Get over here already,” she growls. “I need you already.”

  “Fucking hell, you dirty girl, you don’t have to ask me again.”

  “Good, because I’m dying over here. I need to feel you inside me.”

  I grab her hips, her ass, and slide in to her. We’ve both been teased so badly that we’re already almost over the edge. There can’t be any more. Her ass slams back against me, meeting every thrust, making me see fucking starts. I can hardly keep myself upright on my knees as we send each other speeding down the tracks, crashing towards an explosive orgasm together. We cry out at the same time, shuddering and shattering as the bliss consumes us, swallows us up all at once. She contracts and tenses up around me, dragging every drop from my body. She takes me, all of me, and I am more than happy to give myself over to her.

  “You’re going to be my wife,” I laugh as we collapse beside one another on the bed. “Can you believe it?”

  “On the one hand, I can’t really. It seems insane that we’re going to be wed, but then when you think about how long we’ve been together, then I can’t believe we aren’t married already. When are we going to do it?”

  “Well, I would marry you right now, but it’s up to you.”

  “What, right this minute? Like, go to the court house and do it now?”

  “I would, but I’m also happy to wait so you can have your dream wedding.”

  “Hmm.” She taps her chin thoughtfully. “I don’t know if I have a dream wedding, so I don’t mind.”

  “Well, just have a think about it. Let me know when you decide.” I kiss the top of her head. “I will marry you in whatever way you want. I just want you to be happy. Even if you want to wait until the twins are here.”

  “Twins, wow. I still can’t get used to that.” Natasha laughs. “How are we going to do it?”

  “This is me and you. We can do anything. We’ve survived endless separations, family drama, surprise babies, prison, loss of money… everything. We share a strength, Natasha. I get it from you, and I hope that you get it from me. Nothing can tear us down.”

  “Even three children who will probably never sleep at the same time?” she laughs, only half joking.

  “Well, I missed a lot of that, so I am looking forward to it… I think.”

  “And what about your business? I’m worried about that.” The weight of this slams down on her, I can see it. “It’s going to be hard to get it started up with three babies…”

  “I’m not worried about it and you shouldn’t be either,” I reassure her. “I’m just treating it as an adventure, enjoying all the positive changes that come our way. As long as we don’t have any more drama, I’m good.”

  “And you don’t class twins as drama? Wow, I can’t wait to see your face when that opinion changes.”

  I laugh along with Natasha, but I really am looking forward to everything that comes our way. I won’t take any of this life for granted ever, I will always appreciate what I have. I know how precious and special it is.

  Epilogue

  Natasha

  One Year Later…

  “How do I look?” I ask with a little whine to my tone, twisting from side to side. “Does this dress look okay?”

  “Honey, you look incredible.” Tara does her best to reassure me. “What are you worrying about?”

  “I don’t know, I just feel all weird. It isn’t that long ago that I gave birth, is it? Maybe getting married this quickly afterwards wasn’t the best idea after all. I should have listened to you!”

  “No, you were right. This is perfect. It’ll be chaos if all the children are running around. It’s bad enough with just John. He’s driving Ann crazy. This way, your parents can just hold the babies. They’re better at that part.”

  “You’re not wrong. I don’t think they know how to handle kids when they start running around and talking. That’s when they lose that control element and they don’t quite know what to do.”

  Things are much better with me and my parents now, but I don’t think that I will ever be able to fully understand them. Their ways will always confuse me, because I don’t want to control my children. I just want them to be happy no matter what they do. But there isn’t any bad blood anymore and that’s the main thing.

  Especially today on one of the most important days of my life. The day that I have been waiting for since I was a teenager. I will finally become Mrs. Compton, the name I used to scrawl in girlish handwriting with hearts all over it in all of my note books. Now, it will actually become my signature for things, and I can’t wait. I’m the only one in my family who doesn’t have the same surname and it isn’t fair.

  “So, are you ready?” Tara asks me with a smile. “Ready to get hitched already?”

  “I think so.” I fiddle with the sweet heart neck line of my dress, positioning it perfectly. Th
ere’s not much I can do about the long train at the back of the dress until I start walking. “I’m a little nervous, actually.”

  “Not getting cold feet after all this time? I know that Aria and Alex are cute but having them alone will be a nightmare with John ‘helping’ you. You’ll need a bus to be on the run with them…”

  “Don’t be silly,” I laugh back. “Of course I’m not getting cold feet. I just mean I’m nervous about getting married. There are quite a lot of people out there, aren’t there? It’s just a little nerve wracking. Like, what if I fall? You know that I’m not really used to walking in heels. Or what if I get the words wrong?”

  “Natasha, Tony will love you no matter you do. That’s the last thing you need to worry about. Anyway, I’ more worried about my waters breaking in the middle of your ceremony.”

  I glance down at Tara’s swollen belly, which is the cutest little bump in the world, unlike the massive round thing that I had t drag around with me at the end. “You won’t go in to labor, will you?”

  “Nah, I still have six weeks to go… but your face was a picture then!”

  As she rubs her hand over her belly, I can’t help but admire her sweet little wedding ring. Somehow managing to beat me and Tony down the aisle, they flew to Las Vegas a few months ago and had a no nonsense wedding that was just for them. Much as I’m sad that I missed it, I’m also a little jealous we didn’t think of it. Much as this is all really lovely, it’s been a lot of stress to get us to this point.

  But Tara and Jason are just like that. Calm, private, and very happy. They are going to make amazing parents, and I’m looking forward to their child growing up alongside mine.

  “Okay, before you freak me out even more, you better take me downstairs so we can do this.”

  I check my reflection in the mirror one last time, smiling at myself as I see my flawless hair and makeup, all thanks to Tara as well. She honestly is the best friend that a girl could as for. Then, she takes my hand in her arm and leads me from the hotel room towards the stairs. At least we took some stress out by deciding to get married in the same building where I could also get ready to save on a lot of hassle.