“You’re gonna be our sister now!” Abigail said excitedly.
“I sure am!” She turned to Drew and ruffled his hair.
“Welcome to the family.” He grinned.
“Yes, welcome to the family.” I heard a voice from behind me.
It was my mother’s, and she was smiling warmly at the both of us.
“A truly beautiful proposal Edward, congratulations.” She took me in her arms and kissed my cheek.
Then she turned her affection to Maggie, pulling her in for a tight hug.
“It will be truly wonderful to have another daughter.”
I smiled at my family before me. On this yacht, I had the most important people in my life. To have them here as I celebrated easily the biggest moment of my life… It meant so much to me.
Finally, I took Maggie’s hand and slid the ring onto her finger. She stared at it, wide-eyed.
“It is incredibly gorgeous, Edward, thank you!”
“Not nearly as beautiful as you.”
I hugged her tight and then kissed her. For the first time, I was kissing the lips of my fiancée.
It felt so good.
Chapter 21
Maggie
I stared down at my finger as the light from the window hit it gently. It was amazing how every time sunlight splashed upon it, it lit up like a fire. I loved the way it twinkled.
It was weird because I’d never been one to take a particular interest in jewelry. I never thought I’d come to care about a diamond.
Really, it wasn’t the diamond I cared about. It was the reminder that I was now an engaged woman that meant so much to me.
I still couldn’t believe it. Just weeks ago, I was still in awe that I was Edward’s girlfriend. Now I was going to be his wife?
I tried to imagine what that would mean. The wife of the Prince of England… Well, I’d never have to worry about money again, that was for sure. Which meant that I’d never again fret over a hospital bill.
Although, I was hoping not to have to worry about hospital bills for other reasons. I just got a call from my father yesterday, and he shared with me that at his last doctor appointment, they declared him cancer-free! He was now in remission!
Of course, that didn’t mean it would stay that way. I understood just how brutal cancer could be. At any time, it could return. At least if it did, he would get the absolute best care in the country thanks to Edward.
Aside from that, being with Edward afforded me the luxury of doing whatever I wanted in life. I could pursue my passions, whatever those were.
Huh, weird, I truly didn’t know what my passions were. I supposed I’d been so involved with taking care of my father and working for so long that I didn’t have time to consider what I wanted for my life.
I tried to think of what made me happy, besides Edward of course, and only one thing came to mind…
Children. Watching Abigail and Drew grow was the most rewarding time of my life. They made me so incredibly happy.
Perhaps that was what I wanted for my future—children. Yes, as I thought it, I knew that was it. I wanted to be a mother.
I stared out the window of the yacht as I considered it. Edward would make a wonderful father. I’d seen firsthand how amazing he was with his siblings. I had no doubts he’d be just as amazing with our own children.
“What are you thinking about?” I heard his voice say from behind me.
I turned around. He had just come out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. I admired the way the water dripped from his chest down to his abs.
“Children,” I answered honestly.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have. Saying that I was thinking about kids was coming along a little strong. It was the truth. I never wanted to lie to Edward.
Besides, could you really come on too strong to your future husband?
“Children like … your own future children?”
“Yep!” I smiled. “Does that scare you?”
“Not at all,” he said as he walked toward the bed. “In fact, I’m excited by the idea.”
“Really?” I asked. “You want kids?”
“Yep, tons of them. You know, I hear they’re kind of hard to make.”
I looked at him skeptically. “What on earth are you talking about?”
“Children, they’re hard to make! So, you know, we should probably spend a little time practicing.”
Now I understood his point. “Oh, yeah? You think so?”
“Absolutely.”
He climbed into bed with me. Even if I wanted to deny him, I couldn’t. He was too damn hot.
Not that I’d denied him since we'd become engaged. I was most certainly in the honeymoon stage, and if this yacht wasn’t so luxurious, I might never leave the room.
At least we had some time before brunch.
He began to kiss at my neck, and instantly I was breathing quicker. You’d think eventually I'd get used to something as simple as neck kisses, but I never seemed to.
As he kissed, he began to pull my pants down, exposing my lace panties. He managed to do this without ever pulling his mouth away from my neck.
Slowly, he started rubbing the outside of my panties. That combined with the neck kissing already had me wet enough to get started, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t already craving his cock.
I let him continue with the foreplay because I was eager to make this last as long as possible.
I reached down and grabbed his towel, pulling it off him in one fluid motion. My eyes were quickly drawn to his rock-hard cock that was now dangling in front of him. It brushed up against my leg, and it took all the willpower I had not to beg him to jam it in me.
To soothe my craving for him, I instead reached down and grabbed his shaft. I heard him moan gently against my neck as he felt me touch his manhood, but he didn’t stop kissing me.
Slowly, I started rubbing my hand up and down his shaft. As I did, his neck kisses became more intense. He wasn’t just kissing me anymore; he was biting me.
Fuck, I loved it when he got rough.
He let his hand slide up to my panty line, and then he hooked a finger around the waist of my panties and pulled them down so that my bare pussy was exposed. I took in a deep breath as his finger found my clit.
He finally pulled away from my neck and looked down at me. I was wearing nothing now but my button-down pajama top which he promptly ripped off my body. It sent a few buttons flying, but I truly didn’t care. Lord knew we could afford more pajamas.
Now my breasts were exposed along with my pussy, and he turned his attention to them instead of my neck. Slowly, he stuck out his tongue and then licked around the tip of my nipple. He knew just how to tease me. I loved the feeling of his warm tongue against my breasts.
I loved it even more when he started suckling on them. At first, he was gentle. He carefully moved from one breast to the other, giving each some attention as he very slowly slid his fingers up and down the slit of my pussy.
The rougher he became with me, the rougher I became with him. I was gripping his cock tightly now as I ran my hand up and down his shaft as fast as I could go.
I felt that we were each playing the same game. We’d played it before. We were trying to drive the other one to sex first… We were seeing who could be more tempting.
We were both winning.
It was me who finally had to break. Everything he was doing to my body was simply too irresistible. The stimulation on my nipples in addition to the rubbing of my clit… If I waited any longer, I was going to come.
“You have to fuck me!” I pleaded.
He smiled to himself. I could see the smug satisfaction, knowing he had broken me first. Though, frankly, after all that I felt like we were both incredibly close to coming. I didn’t see how it could be avoided. At least I didn’t mind a quickie as much as I used to. Now that we were having sex multiple times a day, it didn’t much matter if it was fast or slow. We had nobody to hide from any longer.
/> He pushed himself into me, and I gasped at the overwhelming sensation.
I knew that there was nobody else in the rooms around us, so I allowed myself to moan like I wanted to and he allowed himself to do the same. .
Holy hell, I found his grunting so hot. I clenched my pussy even tighter around his cock, hoping it would make him groan louder, and I stared up at him as he had to close his eyes in ecstasy.
I began to push myself onto him from underneath, rolling my hips into him. He responded by fucking me even harder, sensual mewls and moans purring louder from my lips.
His seduction was all-consuming, every nerve he hit felt so intense. He filled me so completely, and I was overwhelmed by all the sensations.
As his movements became more rapid, as fast as he could go, I began to lose control.
“Holy shit, baby, holy shit!” I yelled out.
“Come for me, babe. Fucking come for me.”
I couldn’t have denied him if I’d wanted to. My orgasm was nearing whether I liked it or not.
He was close too. As his balls slapped against my ass, I could feel how tight they were. I knew his body by now, and by the look on his face I surmised he was about to blow his load.
I wanted him to. I wanted his seed inside me. I wanted him to put a baby in me.
“Fuck!” he yelled out as his orgasm exploded within me.
Watching him fill me with his seed pushed me over the edge, and I screamed out incoherent grunts as the pleasure rolled through my body. As usual, I was trembling from head to toe. Edward was the only man who had ever made me tremble, and yet he was able to do it every single time he claimed me.
He didn’t pull out of me right away. Instead, he laid on top of me, his cock still inside me. He just gazed into my eyes, his lids heavy and lust-laden. It was oddly intimate, and we connected on a deeper level, sharing this moment together.
Eventually, of course, he had to pull out. I knew he was exhausted because I could see his arms shaking. I couldn’t blame him, he’d put in a lot of work.
He laid down next to me, a smile on his face.
“Pretty good, if I do say so myself.” I kissed his lips.
“I’d have to say the same,” he agreed.
I looked up at the ceiling. “Man, it’s going to be hard to will myself out of this bed and go to brunch now. I think I’d rather fall into a sex coma.”
He laughed. “Well, we don’t have much of a choice. My mother is waiting for us. And, of course, the kids would be sorely disappointed if you didn’t show up as well.”
I really had been enjoying this trip with the kids. I was so excited to have a trip with just Edward and me, but after discovering Abigail and Drew were on board as well, I realized that was far more perfect.
As much as I was marrying Edward, I was marrying his family too. I had to admit, that appealed to me greatly.
“For so long, I’ve wanted to be part of a big family,” I whispered to Edward. “The feeling really intensified after my mom died and it became just me and my dad. You know how much I love my father, but it’s different—not having the nurturing comfort of a mother-figure in your life. We were suddenly such a small family, and it broke my heart. It made me even more obsessed with losing him because he was all I had. So, I realize how fortunate I am to be marrying you because I feel like my family has grown.”
“It has,” Edward assured me. “Even before the wedding, you are part of this family. The kids love you, my mother loves you. You could not be better suited to be in this family.”
I grinned. “You really think so?”
“I know so. To me, you’re already family.”
I felt the same way about him. I wasn’t sure yet when or where we’d be married and, frankly, it didn’t matter to me. I’d marry him this moment if I could. To me, we were already committed for life. He was already kin. No ceremony could intensify this bond to me.
“Speaking of family…” Edward drifted off.
“What?” I asked.
He put his hand on my stomach. “Think we’ve put a baby in here yet?”
I laughed. “Uh, I think that would be pretty incredible, getting a baby on the first try.”
“You’re probably right,” he sighed, “but a man can dream.”
I was fairly surprised to hear this. “You really are ready for kids that soon?”
“You know, if you would have asked me a month ago, I would have said kids were a long way off for me. Now? Yeah, I could have kids now. I am ready to settle down. I see you with Abigail and Drew and I imagine you to be such an amazing Mum… It’s hard to hold myself back.”
“If I got pregnant now, wouldn’t it be quite scandalous?”
He scoffed, “Maggie, I couldn’t care less about scandal. If our most recent situation has taught me anything, it’s that I don’t care what goes on in the media with you by my side. Let them say what they’re going to say. They’ve already fabricated a whole bunch of junk about how I’ve taken advantage of you. That doesn’t make it true. They couldn’t taint the blessing of a child if they tried… Not for me.”
Fortunately, though, those nasty rumors about him taking advantage of me had mostly subsided. His press conference seemed to shut people up. I no longer worked for the royals and yet I was still choosing to date Edward of my own volition. That should be a sign I wasn’t simply pressured into it.
“Well, then, I suppose even if we didn’t get a baby yet, we’ll keep trying.” I kissed him gently.
He rubbed his hand down my back.
“Whenever it happens, I know that you’re going to make an absolutely amazing mother,” he said softly. “I cannot wait to bear witness to it.”
This touched my heart.
“I am so lucky to have found you,” I whispered against his lips.
“No, pretty sure it’s me who is the incredibly lucky one.”
Honestly, we were both incredibly lucky. Because finding a love like this—that doesn’t happen every day. I would know, I’d lived much of my life as a single woman. I never even thought I was missing out on anything.
Now I realize that I was missing out on a lot. Edward brought a love into my life that felt so real and so complete… My life would never be the same and that was for the better.
“Come on,” he took my hand, “we should be off before my mother gets too frustrated. As much as I’d like to spend the day with you, best we keep you on good terms with her.”
“Agreed,” I stood behind him and began to get dressed.
Though it may sound ridiculous, I had the faintest feeling that perhaps this had worked. Perhaps there was a baby growing inside me as we spoke. Maybe we’d soon be parents.
I was delighted by the thought.
Epilogue
Maggie
Six years later
“And what color are the roses, Prince Heath?” I asked my five-year-old son.
“They’re red, Mum! But the daffodils are yellow like the sun!” He planted his face in the flower and inhaled deep. “I love the smell of flowers, Mum. They smell pretty like you!”
“Thank you, sweet boy. Do you know why the flowers smell so lovely?”
“YES! To attract the bees with their pollen,” he stated proudly. As much as I loved working outside when I was tutoring Princess Abigail and Prince Drew all those years ago, not much had changed since in that regard. Since Prince Heath was big enough to walk and talk, we’d take strolls through the courtyard and garden, and I’d teach him everything from the colors, shapes, and sizes to bits of Science, Spelling, and even Math. At five-years-old, his intelligence is flourishing.
“Very well, my sweet prince. Now, if you’d like to play for a few minutes, you may do so while Mum rests.” Prince Heath took the small truck I handed him in reward for being so well behaved today and knelt to the ground, pushing it along the cobblestone. I sat back in the rocker Prince Edward had placed among the garden for me, so I could sit comfortably while teaching Heath.
My feet w
ere so swollen, and the pain in my lower back was far worse than it was when I was carrying Heath. Yes, we are expecting our second child, another son would be arriving any day now. Edward had encouraged me to stay off my feet as much as possible, though I preferred to stay busy with Heath as I was sure once the baby arrived there would be minor jealously.
Heath was certainly a mum’s boy, stuck right to my hip day and night. I was quite nervous to see how he’d adapt to life as a big brother because Edward was already talking about baby number three. He wanted a daughter, and who was I to deny that to him? After all, it was so much fun trying to make babies. My only stipulation was that we wait until the new baby was at least nine-ten months old before we start trying again.
Being a mum was all I’d hoped it would be, minus the struggles of my former life. Being the Princess of England certainly offered luxuries and prominence I’d never been afforded before falling love with Edward, and it was such a blessing to have no worries, troubles, or concerns over money. Over the last five years, I’d been heavily active among various charity organizations in England, helping single mothers and families. When I first told Edward I wanted to pay my good fortune forward to others, he asked how involved I would like to be—through donations or all in, hands-on working alongside the charity board and volunteers. I thought he knew the answer before he asked. No charity was too big or small to me. I did see a trend in the work I assisted in—there were mothers struggling to care for their families due to lack of education.
So, Edward and I founded the Royal University for Mums of England—a continuing education program that allowed mothers to get the training they needed for a career without being bombarded with the expenses of a true university. There were still certain fees they were responsible for, but we were able to help mothers all over our country through, donations and fundraisers, to continue their education and find jobs that would help them care and provide for their families without struggling. This also helped us build a future for our communities.
“Your Highness, are you finished with your tutoring for the day?” Millie asked as she entered the garden. After Prince Heath was born, Millie became my full-time nanny. I still had issues trusting her as a friend and confidant, and she still loved to gossip, but I kept her at arm’s length. She did the job she was paid to do, and she did it very well. Heath loved her like family, and she always treated him with love and care. She’d been a Godsend in helping with Heath these last couple of weeks. I’m much more tired in the final days of my pregnancy than I remember from my first.
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