by Phavy Prieto
"Do you want to have children?" I asked smiling.
"Of course! And I'd like to start right away," he whispered as he approached to bite my lower lip. I could already imagine what would happen shortly after.
"Wait, wait a minute!" I interrupted placing a finger on his lips to stop him. "Why?" I asked looking him in the eye. "Why me?"
"Because you are the only woman who made me feel alive. You are the air of my every breath. With you I learned not to let life pass by but to live it fully by your side."
I kissed his mouth. The clothes fell to the ground one after the other until I felt the flesh of my Adonis that made me succumb to intense pleasure.
Going back to our wedding, I kept instinctively touching my belly. It was unlikely that I was pregnant, but there was a chance that a little thing was starting to develop in there. Even the remotest possibility thrilled me.
"The groom is here!" Nerea shouted.
I sighed with relief. He was there! Damian had come to marry me, to tell me "Yes, I do" in front of our loved ones.
Eventually Nerea began dating another Brit or, to be more precise, a Scotsman. When Nerea and Michael met, there was an instant connection between them. She had such a crush on him that she gave up everything and moved to Scotland shortly thereafter. Michael seemed to have completely recovered from the separation with Rebecca.
Damn Rebecca was finally gone from our lives! And that was thanks to Damian, who made sure she no longer appeared in his life and consequently in mine.
"She could have paired with Steven since they seemed made for each other," I thought, hoping for an intervention from my personal cupid. Actually the only thing that mattered at the moment was to see Damian again. Two days without seeing each other had been an ordeal after having lived together for months. Knowing that he was waiting for me fueled my desire even more.
I had chosen a mermaid wedding dress with lace embroidery which ended in a train of almost five feet. Walking towards the altar holding onto my father's arm, I did not feel the weight of the train, the discomfort of heels, nor the anxiety that had gripped me up to that moment. I was thinking only of the fact that I would marry the most beautiful man on the face of the earth.
Ok, Maria, your reaction is normal: after all you are in love.
"I thought you couldn't be even more beautiful! You always manage to surprise me," was the first thing my ears heard when his hands took mine to help me reach him.
"Don't tell me these things or I'll start crying like a fountain," I said.
"To me there is no woman more beautiful than you, Maria. Get used to it because I'll tell you that every day when you wake up next to me."
Here. I knew it. I am dead and in heaven because there can be nothing that can make me happier.
The ceremony ran like a fast-forwarded movie, until Damian took my hands and the priest recited the ritual formula, "Damian Devoir, do you take Maria Acosta as your lawfully wedded wife and promise to be faithful to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and to honor her all the days of your life?"
Damian looked at me, "Yes. I do."
Although I already knew he loved me because he had told it to me so many times, at that moment I was sure more than ever that it was true.
The priest continued, "Maria Acosta, do you take Damian Devoir as your lawfully wedded husband and promise to be faithful to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and to honor her all the days of your life?"
"Of course I do!" I replied and heard laughter among the guests, including Damian's.
And so, after the exchange of the rings, I became Mrs. Devoir.
It wasn't a dream wedding, it was much more: every little detail was absolutely perfect. There were white dahlias everywhere, in every centerpiece and in every lamp that hung from the ceiling. The lighting in the crystal palace was beautiful. When the lights were dimmed down to dance our first waltz, we could admire the starry night through the ceiling.
"Are you happy?" Damian asked.
"I couldn't be happier than this, I run the risk to explode because of happiness," I replied smiling.
"I'm happy. I want to make you happy every day of our life," he replied, moving closer to touch my cheek with his nose.
"I don't need anything else, I just need you to be by my side," I said kissing his lips. "Although I would like to know something... Why did you choose strawberries for the wedding invitations and the phrase ‘Until the end of our journey’?"
"Because strawberries will always remind me of the first time I kissed you: I knew right away that I wished you were the last," he said as he walked me across the dance floor. I let myself be carried away like cotton floating in the wind. "When I convinced you to live those fifteen days as an adventure with me, in reality I only wanted our true story to begin from there."
"So it was all calculated and premeditated," I said.
"From the moment your planner landed in my hands, I knew you were different. I confess that at first I was just curious and felt an infinite sexual attraction, but then it was much more. You drove me crazy. And I could no longer give up the drugs that your body and your scent represented for me."
"Luckily I wasn't the only one who went mad," I said smiling.
"And that's why I love you," he replied before lifting me off the ground and kissing me on the lips.
We had booked a suite in the best hotel in Madrid to spend the night and have an unforgettable night. I burst out laughing when Damian tried to open the door holding me in my bulky dress. He succeeded only after several attempts. There were white dahlia petals on our bed, a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, two glasses and a tray of strawberries. When I saw a big chocolate cake that looked like Kinder Bueno I shouted for joy.
"Nooo!" I exclaimed wriggling in his arms. "What is that?" I yelled in amazement.
"You lied to me!" he said trying not to laugh. "You told me your favorite flavor was strawberry."
"And how the hell did you guess? I've been kicking my ass in the gym for seven months so that you didn't find out!" I exclaimed. I had eaten Kinder Buenos secretly so that he didn’t think I was a chocolate bar addict.
"I have my contacts," he replied.
Although Damian knew from my planner that I had an obsession for that chocolate, I didn't think it was enough to find out about it.
"I'll kill Ingrid!" I exclaimed assuming it was her. From Damian's laughter I got the confirmation that it was her.
"Why don't you check what's inside?" he proposed.
I frowned. What could there be? Presumably a delicious hazelnut cream filling. When I broke the chocolate cake I discovered that it was empty and contained a velvet roll inside a clear plastic bag to protect it.
"What is this?" I asked moved.
"Open it and you'll see," he said as he walked over to me. When I started unrolling it, I remembered exactly the moment I had seen Damian do something similar.
"No," I said anticipating the moment when I could admire the glitter of that jewel.
"Now it's really yours," he said as that diamond and emerald necklace slipped through my fingers. "It belongs to you, like my heart. Both are yours alone."
If they told me, the first time he was putting that necklace on me, that one day it would be mine, I would have never believed it. I began to cry from the excess of emotions, and I felt the touch of his fingers on my cheeks.
"I'm so happy that I feel like I'm dreaming," I replied trying to smile.
"Then let me show you that this is not a dream, let me love you until our bodies surrender..."
Those lips made for sin kissed every inch of my skin while he was caressing my body. I felt the softness of his caresses as I gave myself to pleasure body and soul. His tongue delighted me, made me lose my mind and made me beg to be his, until finally my silent pleas were satisfied and I felt him vigorously go in and out as I said his name aloud.
"Damian," I whispered completely ecstatic as we hu
gged.
"Yes, my love," he replied stroking my arm.
"If you could go back to the moment we met in front of the elevator, would you change anything about it?" I asked knowing that I wouldn't change anything.
"No," he replied. I got up and looked him in the eye. "Every moment I lived has led me to you, and I wouldn't change a thing about the way we met."
"Did your mother give birth to you or did the gods create you?" I asked.
Damian laughed heartily. Taking advantage of the situation, I straddled him to get better access to his abs. Damian took a strawberry and bit it as he stared at me.
"You have definitely been shaped by the gods," I confirmed as my hands ran along those muscles until Damian began to moan with pleasure. He sat up to bite my lips instead of that forbidden fruit.
"They must have thrown the mold out after creating him because there is no other man on the face of the earth like Damian," I thought as I savored his strawberry-flavored lips.
Ten months later.
"I still don't know how you managed to convince me. If anything happens to you, I'll kill Michael, even though he's my best friend," Damian grumbled as the private jet took off for Edinburgh.
Damian and I were Michael and Nerea's wedding witnesses, who had decided to get married in an intimate ceremony in Scotland. My nearly nine months of pregnancy, just one week before the due date, could not have stopped me from going to my best friend's wedding.
"Nothing will happen to me. The baby is expected to arrive next week. So relax and enjoy the ride," I said calmly.
"Yeah, but it could happen sooner. We should stay at home, as any reasonable person about to become a father or mother would do, and not go to a wedding in another country!"
"Don't worry, Damian. You also hired a doctor who will accompany us on the trip. There is nothing to worry about."
Damian had chosen Arturo, a middle-aged doctor who was specialized in gynecology and obstetrics. He had spent a small fortune in exchange for his peace of mind.
"Do you know how labor can get difficult? I just want to be calm and I want you to be in good hands when the time comes."
"I will be because I'm with you," I said as I took off my seat belt and slid into his seat to sit on his lap. He took me in his arms and stroked my belly that seemed to be about to explode at any moment.
I still couldn't believe I got pregnant so fast. Barely a month after the wedding I had my first delay. The tests showed that we were expecting our first child, Elias.
My parents were so happy that they had rented an apartment in the city to be closer to their grandson. Damian's mother often invited them to the family events she celebrated. It was nice that our families got along so well.
"Don't blame me for being worried. You know I would be a lost man without you. Now you are my life," he said.
"I don't blame you, I love you even more for this," I replied with a smile. I rested my head on his chest and spent the rest of the flight like that.
Unlike the previous wedding, they had decided to celebrate it in an intimate way, with their parents and some friends in a small chapel owned by Michael's family.
"Congratulations, my dear friend!" I said as soon as the couple said "Yes, I do" in front of the altar and I was finally able to hug Nerea.
"Thanks! Although it is me who has to thank you for being here and going through an uncomfortable journey. You are the cause of my happiness," she said, stroking my belly.
"I wonder why it took you so long to get married considering how fast things went between you," I said in a low voice.
"We weren't thinking of doing it, until... well..." she said looking at her belly and touching it with her hands, "someone decided to show up without warning."
"Oh my God! You're pregnant?" I asked excitedly. She nodded smiling.
In six months Michael and Nerea would be parents just like Damian and me.
Dinner passed pleasantly and was quite good. The banquet hall was decorated with exotic plants and white flowers. There was only a long table for the twenty diners, and Damian gave a speech for the newlyweds wishing them all the happiness we were sure they would have. Luckily the dinner didn't last too long because my feet hurt because of my shoes. Lately I could only walk barefoot.
"Oh God, what a pain!" I exclaimed as I dropped onto the bed.
"What's wrong? Are you OK? Should I call the doctor?" Damian asked alarmed, approaching the bed.
"If he's willing to give me a foot massage, go ahead and give him a call, although I'm sure you do it better," I said smiling as I closed my eyes and tried to relax.
It wasn't the first time Damian massaged my feet. I felt swollen, heavy, huge as a cow and I just wanted that feeling to vanish. I couldn’t wait to hold my little Elias in my arms. Damian gently took off my shoes. When I felt his fingers pressing lightly on my feet, I moaned with pleasure.
"Honey, if you keep doing that, I won't be able to restrain myself," he said in that deep tone of voice that made my whole body tremble.
"And who said I want you to limit yourself only to my feet?" I said panting with pleasure. His hands ran along my legs until they reached my hips.
"I don't know how you do it, but every day I want you more and more," he sighed before kissing me between my legs and making me shiver with infinite pleasure.
Just before getting on the plane I was about to reiterate that I was right in deciding to participate in the wedding since nothing bad had happened. But the moment I stepped onto the private jet, I felt a contraction. In order not to cause any concern, I pretended that nothing had happened and hoped that everything was fine.
"Elias, you'd better not be born on this plane or your father will have a heart attack," I whispered as I stroked my belly. I sat down and began to breathe deeply.
"Are you nauseous?" Damian asked.
"Yes, a little," I admitted. "Don't worry, it's nothing."
I pretended to doze off. Those hours were the worst of my life. The contractions became stronger the closer we got to Madrid airport. When I felt the landing gear finally hit the ground, I vowed I would never contradict Damian again. At that moment I just wanted them to give me painkillers to put an end to that hell.
"Damian, you love me, don't you?" I asked staring at him. He looked perplexed.
"Of course I love you, more than anything else in the world," he confirmed in case I still had any doubts.
"Good. Then don't kill me if I tell you I've been in labor for a couple of hours," I said gritting my teeth in pain. I saw his face turn pale.
"Arturo!" he yelled to get the doctor's attention.
"I'll call an ambulance immediately!" Damian exclaimed standing up from his seat as he let the doctor examine me.
Three hours later Elias Devoir came into the world. He weighed three kilos and two hundred grams. A little Adonis just like his father but with amazing green eyes that complemented that masterpiece of nature that I couldn't stop looking at. The moment I took him in my arms, I knew we were a whole family, that my wishes had come true and that life couldn't make me happier.
"Hello, little one," I whispered, "Do you know that you are the most beautiful thing in the universe?" I sighed still unable to believe that he was finally there next to me, next to us. I felt bathed in infinite warmth. I didn't understand how it was possible to have such great love for such a small being that I had just met.
"Thank you," Damian said and placed his lips on my forehead. Then he kissed our little one. "I'm the luckiest man in the world," he added as my heart pounded. "And you gave me the greatest gift I could wish for, a family."
"Thank you for making me so happy and showing me how much you love me every day," I replied smiling.
"Until the end of my days, my love. As long as I exist, I am and will be yours alone."
My heart raced every time Damian Devoir revealed his feelings for me. There were two things I could be sure of: he told the truth and I felt exactly the same for that Adonis I would never tire of ad
miring.
The End.
