by ChaShiree M.
“I can understand how you feel. If you do want to marry her, I suggest Jorgenson's Jewelry. It’s a few store fronts down from here. The second reason I am suggesting it is because we have heirloom rings for the family there. I know my daughter and Hailey will want to wear one of those for sure. Come on, I’ll take you down there now. It will give you a chance to meet two more of my brothers. I am sure you met Loki yesterday considering he was the groom.” I follow him down the alley.
“I did, briefly. It was a busy day.”
“It was,” he agrees. “What will you be doing for work?”
“I was a lawyer in Boston. I’ll have to apply for the admission on motion to the Minnesota bar. The process is simple, but if necessary I will take the bar exam in July. I will then be working with Perry in his offices.”
“Sounds like you have it all figured out,” he says. We stop and he pounds on a gray metal door.
“Who the fuck is knocking on the door like a cop?” A man shouts through the still closed door. It suddenly swings open and we have to take a step back to keep from being hit. What the fuck?
“Bjorn. I am going to kick your ass. What do you need now?” The man asks.
“Torran, don’t be a dick. Let us in,” Bill says.
“Who the fuck is this?” Torran asks, crossing his arms over his chest and not stepping aside to allow us access.
“This is Payton Gentry, Tabby’s brother and Hailey’s man. He needs an Elite ring.”
“Noodle has a man?” He asks as his is voice softening. He extends a hand to me, which I shake.
“Noodle has a man,” I say grinning. I am so going to tease her fine ass with that nickname.
“Alright, hang on. I will grab them from the safe,” Torran says also laughing as he steps back allowing us entry.
“What is an Elite ring?” I ask Bill.
“They are rings passed down from generation to generation in our family line. They are not for sale and only a Jorgensen Bride can wear one. Each one has its history tagged and labeled next to it.”
“That is amazing. My family saves nothing.”
“You’ll be in this family now, Payton,” he says patting me on the back.
Torran brings over the rings and I am in awe of how friggin’ beautiful they are. Immediately, a sapphire and diamond ring captures my attention. For some reason I instantly know this is the ring that should grace the hand of my woman.
“That one,” I say as I am pointing to it. Then I glance at the little card next to the ring. I feel an overwhelming sense of rightness as I gaze upon the ring. It originally belonged to Skye Jorgensen in 1856. Then it belonged to Bridget in 1946. It passed back to the estate when Bridget died in 2016. This will be the third time the ring has been worn by a new bride. “Are you sure I can’t pay for it?” I ask.
“No. These rings are never for sale. If you need it sized bring it back and I will do it quickly. I can also do engravings.”
“I like that idea. It would make it a bit more hers as well as her ancestors.” I’ll have to think about what I want it to say. Thirty minutes later, I walk out of the store. I did get some raised eyebrows when I said I wanted “Little Hailey” engraved into it. But ask me if I care?
Little Hailey is about to mine.
Forever.
7
Hailey
I am glad the awkwardness between Payton and my dad didn’t last long. For a moment there I was seriously holding my breath throughout the whole breakfast. I was more than a little mortified when I woke up this morning, got out of bed to get orange juice, and find my father and Daisy in the kitchen looking at me like I had something on my face. Geesh. I tried to explain, but he wouldn’t hear any of it. I do get it because I don’t want to hear about him and Daisy either. But still, I know it’s not easy for fathers and daughters to go through this, so I was hoping my dad would be cool about it.
When he and Payton walk outside, I exhale the breath I have been holding. Plus I have been dying to talk to Daisy alone anyway.
“Finally. They left.” She quirks her eyebrow up at me in question.
“What’s up Hails?” I frown. I hate it when she calls me that.
“I know we have discussed it before. But I still feel, I don’t know. Like something is wrong with me for being drawn to his…….aggressiveness if you will. In and out of the bed. You know. I know I should be put off by it, but it actually makes me so hot and bothered. I feel…..”
“Safe. Cherished. Wanton. Warm. Are these the words you are looking for?” I sit there mouth agape. She has literally taken the words right out of my mouth. Aaaaand now I am going to puke. Ewww...she is referring to my dad.
“I am going to ignore you said that me considering I know you are talking about my dad. I guess I just needed to talk it out you know. Talk to someone who understands.” She and I often while we were in school would talk about our ideal man and found we had the same ideals.
“Hailey, our surrendering nature isn’t anything to be ashamed of. We are not exactly submissive, but we do like our men to be manly and a bit more Alpha if you will.” she says lifting her eyebrows in sassiness. I reach over and hit her as we laugh. I feel better. Having someone to talk to is always best.
“So, what have you and Payton worked out. I mean is he coming here to live? Are you going there? And what about kids? Do you want them? Does he?” This girl is moving a mile a minute. I am seeing another side of Daisy and it is another confirmation that she is perfect for my dad. But the truth of her words give me pause nonetheless. I have no idea what is going to happen, and I find myself feeling unsure and sick at the thought.
“I don’t honestly know, Daisy. Forget about kids. We haven't…...oh shit!!”
“What’s wrong, Hails?”
“I just...I just realized I was supposed to have gotten my period yesterday. I haven’t had it since before going to Boston last month. Oh shit, Daisy. I’m going to be sick. What am I going to do?”
“You’re going to calm down, and take one of the tests I have upstairs.” Now I am going to be even sicker. Thank God for my best friend.
“I don’t think I want to know. Are you sure you don’t mind giving it to me?”
“No. I don't have it because I am trying or anything. We haven't had one of those kinds conversation yet. But I want them more than anything and I want to be ready when the time comes. Now go!”
Bossy ass. I walk up the stairs feeling...I’m not quite sure. I mean, I love him. That is not in question. I want nothing more than to have a part of him growing inside of me. But I don’t know what he wants. What this...between us is. And that is making me twitchy.
I wash my hands after using the restroom and wait. My leg is bouncing the whole time. And my stomach is doing jumping jacks, while my mind is running through every scenario possible until the buzz of the alarm I set on my phone sounds. I flip over the test.
Well no denying it now. Pregnant.
8
Payton
With her ring burning a hole in my pocket, I try and think of the perfect way to propose to her. Honestly I don’t think she wants the frills, but she sure as fuck deserves them. I leave Bill in the jewelry store and walk down Main street. There is a florist and I make my way inside. A brown haired woman is standing behind the counter. She looks vaguely familiar.
“Welcome to Flowers by Erika. How can I help you? Oh, Payton, it’s good to see you again.”
“I’m sorry but have we met?” I question.
“Oh right, sorry. I’m Erika Jorgensen. My brother married your sister yesterday.”
“Of course, sorry. I left quite early.”
“Yeah, we noticed. What can I help you with today?” She asks winking.
“I am proposing to my girl tonight and need twelve dozen pink roses delivered.”
“Sounds perfect. I will need about an hour. Will that work for your time frame.?”
“Sure.” I fill out the order card and hand over my credit card. A Jorgensen wi
ll be taking payment for something to do with this proposal, since Torran wouldn’t let me pay for her ring. I leave the florist and continue down Main street. I have no idea how I am going to do this.
A couple of hours later, Hailey and I are alone in her dad’s apartment. I’ve decided that we are going to have to do something about her living situation. It will not work with her living with her dad considering how thin the walls are in the building. Sounds travel throughout, and even though I could care less who hears her screams of ecstasy, I know she will have a problem with it with her dad. The lovely red on her cheeks is adorable, but I don’t want to make her uncomfortable and not able to enjoy herself.
I did some Googling and determined that St. Paul is close enough that she can commute back and forth to school. Bleak is where her family is and somehow my family has made it their home too. Now, this is definitely where I will be settling down. While I was out, I went to Perry’s house and got my things. Now that I’ve found Hailey again, I am never sleeping apart from her.
There is a knock on the inner door of the apartment. I look at my watch and know this is it. Hailey sets her Kindle down and moves to answer the door. I get down on one knee behind her.
“Um, wow. Thank you Ryan,” she says to delivery guy. They talk for a few more minutes making my jealousy rise, but eventually she closes the door and turns around. She ends up running right into me. I am not sure how I thought these would come, but 144 roses shoved into a giant vase is not it. Though the arrangement is beautiful, I honestly thought they’d come in a box.
“What are you doing on the floor? Did you fall down?” She asks confused, before setting the vase on the table by the door.
“Marry me?” I ask holding the ring out to her.
“Yes,” she answers without any hesitation. She more like shouts it, but her instant tears have me on edge. I slide the ring on her finger and stand to sweep her into my arms, before kissing her breathless.
“I should tell you something,” she says as I continue kissing her slender neck. Her tears long gone now.
“Tell me what?” I ask, not stopping my kisses.
“I am pregnant,” she moans and I lose my control.
“I bred you? You’re having my fucking baby? When did you find out? Are you feeling okay,” I ask rapid fire questions.
“You did. I am. Today. And I'm doing great,” she says laughing. God, that fucking laugh goes all the way through me. I can’t wait to hear it for the rest of my life.
“I love you, Hailey,” I say as I pull her shirt over her head followed by my own. I need to be inside her now, solidifying this feeling of completeness.
“I love you too, Payton,” she unbuttons my jeans and reaches her hand into my boxers, palming my already hard and leaking cock.
“You want this Little Hailey? You want my cock filling you up?” She moans with her head rolling back.
“Yes. Fuck yes,” she says. I lift her onto the counter and kiss her again,
“When is your dad coming home?” I ask, wondering if I need to take this claiming elsewhere. We went to the eleven o’clock services, but he hasn’t been back yet and neither has Daisy.
“He and Daisy will be gone until after the evening services. He also usually goes to UTGARD for dinner with some of his congregants after. I am not sure if he will do that tonight because of Daisy, but we definitely at least have until seven,” she says as her nails are digging into the skin on my shoulders.
“Good. We don’t need an audience for what I have planned.”
“Ooh, what have you got up your sleeve, Sir? Little Hailey is ready for whatever you got,” she says. Fuck, the husky way she said “sir” has me shedding my clothes faster than I thought possible. Her church girl skirt has to fucking go, so I reach around to the back and unzip it and pulling it down her legs. I cover my pleased reaction with a hard one.
“You dirty little girl. Going to church with no fucking panties on? What am I going to do with you,” I say and she gasps.
“I’m sorry, sir. They get so messy, I can’t stand how obscenely they stick to my pussy lips.” I groan. She is far too good at this.
“This pussy lips?” I ask as I run my finger through her sopping wet slit.
“Uh-huh,” she moans.
“You think I should reward you for potentially showing other men what I own?”
“No, Sir. You should punish me. Give me what I deserve.” I am going to die right now.
“What do you think you deserve?” I stare down at her where she is leaning back on her elbows, just wearing a peach lacy bra.
“Why to be punished, of course,” she says as I close my eyes and take several deep breaths. Without warning, I flip her tiny body over so her ass in the air. I run my hands over her ass and wrench her legs open wider so I can see her pussy. Leaning down, I eat her cunt from behind. My tongue is buried inside her as my hands roam her body. I can tell when she is about to come, so I stop. She whimpers and I pull myself up behind her. With her juices in my beard, I work a finger in her too wet pussy, and then I slam my cock in her till my balls are touching her cunt. I spread her ass apart and glide my wet finger over her tiny asshole.
“I’m gonna own this too,” I say pushing my finger further into her ass.
“Sir, you’re hurting me and I like it,” she grunts and I lose control.
“Come for me now Little Hailey. Give it to me,” I demand when she comes on my cock causing me to unload. It just keeps coming and coming. Like I’ve never come before.
“Shit. That was some punishment,” she says as I pull out of her.
I carry her to the tiny ass bed and lay her down. I go back out into the living room and clean up the mess we made. After scrubbing down the counter, I join her in bed. She is snoring softly. With a gentle hand on her belly, I realize my whole fucking world is in my arms.
It finally sinks in that I am going to be a father. I have never been happier or prouder of anything I have accomplished in this life.
Two weeks later, we are standing in front of a small house outside the town limits of Bleak. The little subdivision is a work in progress, but when I see the little white house with the red front door, I knew that Hailey would love it. If the expression on her face is any indication, I was right.
“What do you think?” Robby, the middle-aged realtor asks.
“I love it. Can I see inside?” She asks.
“Of course. You two go right in. I’ll be out here if you have any questions.
“Thanks,” I say shaking his hand.
The gourmet kitchen and large bathrooms would have been enough, but each bedroom and the living room has a window seat that is piled high with pillows making perfect reading nooks. She makes a show of opening closet doors and cabinets, but as soon as she turns around, I know.
“It’s perfect, Payton,” she says twirling around. “Should we put an offer in? I have pretty good credit. I got a credit card last year and I use it then pay it off.” I chuckle. She is adorable as hell.
“I am so glad you think so. I was pretty confident that you would, so I went ahead and bought it outright this morning. No mortgage payments,” I say proudly.
“Uh, this may be none of my business, but how can you afford something like this?” She asks, while looking down at the floor. I use my thumb and index finger to pull her chin up so I can see her eyes.
“You have every right to know. We’re rich baby,” I say. When I see that she is about to say something, I kiss her. Damn, I am so ready to be married to the girl of my dreams.
She is perfect for me in every fucking way.
9
Hailey
A dream. That is where I am living. In a dream. After Payton bought the house, he wasted no time moving us in. I was a bit apprehensive at first. I mean, I had to tell my dad I was pregnant. And out of wedlock nonetheless. Knowing I was dreading that conversation had me suggesting we wait until after the wedding to tell him. Welllllll, it sort of really pissed Payton off. He fuc
ked me into oblivion and made me repeat over and over how I was his to breed whenever he wants, and no one was going to make him ashamed.
But it went better than I expected. Now here I am finishing the laundry and dinner before I head out for girls night. Although I am not old enough to drink and pregnant, the girls insisted as they did for Tabby.
“Hey love. How’s both my babies?” He asks rubbing my stomach and sniffing my neck. I quiver at the sensation. When he sniffs me, I feel his possessiveness rising to the surface and it sends me somewhere else.
“We’re good. I was just finishing dinner and folding clothes.”
“Hailey. I told you, you really don’t have to do that. There are people I can hire to do the laundry and I know how to cook. Look at me.” He pulls my chin up. My eyes meet his and I am once again frozen in his gaze. Lost to the inferno I can see blazing inside of them. Knowing that fire is only for me is a feeling unlike anything else.
“We have money baby. We can live comfortably for the rest of our lives. You don’t have to do any of this. Especially not while pregnant.”
“I know. It’s just……”
“Hey. You can tell me. It’s just what?”
“It calls to me.” I whisper. He sucks his breath into his mouth rather rapidly and when his chest expands. He lets out a low growl.
“What the fuck Hailey!!! You can’t say shit like that to me and not expect me to fuck the shit out of you on the goddamn linoleum.” Oh shit!! I want that. Right now. I am about to drop to my knees and show him with my mouth how much I am onboard with that.
Ding Dong
“Saved by the doorbell little Hailey. Don’t worry. I will still be ready for you.”
With those final words and a tap on my ass, I run out the door before I put a kibosh on the whole thing.
“Hey Hails. You ready to go?” Why is Cadi always so cheery?
