by Natal, Mia
“Uh…, no. You both didn’t say I do’s.” Rebel and I looked at each other and we both said, “We do.”
“Well, then I guess you’re married.”
“Thank fuck,” I muttered and my wife…my wife giggled. It was the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I gathered her back in my arms and whispered against her lips, “Wife.”
She murmured back, “Husband.”
Bails tugged on her dress and we both looked down at her and she whispered, “Umm…guy are we married yet?” Rebel leaned down and kissed her sister’s cheek and said, “Yes, we are married now.” Bails took off running towards her father, who bent down to pick her up and she shouted to him, “We’re married now!” which resulted in a round of chuckles. Rebel and I walked down the aisle holding hands towards the reception, which was across the hall. The day was perfect. My wife was perfect. I gave us three hours tops to enjoy the festivities and then I was whisking us away to board our plane to take us to our honeymoon where other festivities will commence. My wife buck naked screaming my name as I fucked her to the point of exhaustion. In the meantime we had our first official dance as Mr. and Mrs. Rebel picked the song we were going to dance to and we swayed to “Heaven,” by Bryan Adams. I being a cheesy fuck surprised her with a song right after to dance to, “Just the way you are,” by Billy Joel. Three hours later with the help of Ty, I was able to sneak off with Rebel to board our plane that would take us to St. Barths, for a two week honeymoon, where I planned to spend it in bed the entire time making sweet love to my wife.
One year and six months later…..
I WAS LOOKING forward to finally making it home to my family after a long day at the gallery, hosting another event. Wyatt wanted to attend, but we couldn’t find a sitter for the twins, Willow and Bryce. They were the best of Wyatt and me. I unlocked the door to our home in Newburg, New York. It was the house Marissa found for us and Wyatt and I instantly fell in love with it. It was a two story colonial house on ten acres of land. It boasted five bedroom and three bathrooms. It was quite a commute into the city, but it was so worth it. The house has an open floor plan with over six thousand square feet, meaning it was open and airy and had plenty of room to grow. I kicked off my heels the minute I walked in the door. My family wasn’t in the sitting room, since it was mainly used to entertain guest. I headed straight to our family room in the back of the house to where I knew they would be and sure enough there they were. Bryce, my little ragamuffin was curled on the floor fast asleep on Blue. Bryce was the spitting image of Wyatt with his unruly brown hair that was in need of a haircut badly. I slowly picked him up and carried him up the stairs to his room. He stirred when I placed him in his bed. He looked at me with sleepy eyes and whispered, “Momma.” I kissed his forehead and murmured against it, “Love you, Bryce.”
The minute I said the words he was fast asleep. I headed to my room to change into my pajamas before heading back to put the rest of my family to bed. I went back to the family room where I found Wyatt sprawled out on the couch asleep with Willow asleep on top of him. Her head was tucked under his chin with her hand resting on his cheek. Wyatt held her tightly on her pampered bottom. My Willow was a daddy’s girl. He loved both his children equally, but he had a special bond with Willow. He said it was because she was a miniature me with her jet black hair and bluish-purple eyes. I stood there and watched them for a while, taking in the beauty of my daughter and the love of my life. As I stood there I realized my life has finally reached its full circle. Everything I went through brought me to where I am today and I would never change any of it. The only thing I would change was the loss of Wyatt’s grams. She passed away two weeks after the twins were born. It sucked for a while. Her passing hit him deep, but I was there for him every step of the way to see him through it.
“Hey, pretty girl.”
“Hey, baby. Did the kids give you a hard time?”
“Nah, they were perfect,” he whispered and kissed his girl’s little head.
“Let me grab her and put her to bed.”
“I got her. Go wait for me in bed. I have big plans for your body tonight.” I felt a ripple of tingles start in my heart and spread in between my legs. God, I loved this man…my man.
“Alright, baby. Don’t keep me waiting,” I whispered and winked at him. He grinned and eased off the couch with a sleeping Willow draped all over him. Everything in my life has led me to this moment, in this house, with him and our children. My choices, my heartbreaks, and my regrets. Everything. When we joined and became one, my past was worth it, because if I had done anything differently I might have never met Wyatt. He came into the room and jumped on the bed and pulled me too him for a deep, wet kiss.
“Wyatt.”
“Yeah, baby.”
“I need to tell you something.”
“Tell me later. I have other things on my mind right now.”
“It’s important.”
“Okay, tell me.”
“I’m pregnant.”
He pulled me tightly to him and grinned, “I want two more just like Bryce and Willow.
“I’ll see what I can do.” My husband then proceeded to make love to me and show just how lucky I was.
I want to thank my loving husband, Edgar and our two sons for putting up with me while I poured everything I had to this book. I love you guys to the moon and back. I took my time to write Rebel’s story. Alright I’ll be honest, though I did take my time, I also procrastinated, but never the less this story has been my baby as it brewed inside my mind and heart.
I also want to say Thank You to all the authors I have met on this journey. Without your generous advice, support and friendship I would have ended up in a strait jacket. Elizabeth St. John, you have been my rock and beta reader while trying to write your own stories, thank you! April Wood, who your critique, input and editing helped me tremendously, thank you!
The most important Thank You goes to you, the readers! I feel honored and blessed by your enthusiasm, passion and eagerness. I love you all!
I was born and raised in the Bronx and moved to Port St Lucie, Florida nine years ago. I am the youngest of three children. We are a very dysfunctional family, but it was fun growing up in that chaotic environment. I met my once in a lifetime, Edgar love in college. I have a Bachelor’s degree in Behavioral Health. I’ve been married twenty-four years and have two children. I have always had a passion for reading and writing short stories. With the support and encouragement of my husband I decided to write my first novel, Tormented. It was a struggle but fulfilling at the same time. I plan to continue to writing. I’m not looking for fame but sharing my stories.
It’s hard writing a biography about oneself because it almost sounds like your tooting your own horn. Anyone who knows me would say I’m nerdy and in a way I am but nerds can be cool, funny and sexy. (I’m just saying.) I’m currently working on Bound by Grace. I like the characters. Grace is fiery and quick-witted. She’s not afraid to speak her mind or stand up for herself and Brock loves to get her riled up. Every day I learn something new as a writer. I hope readers enjoy my stories as much as I enjoy writing them.
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Other books by this author
(Tormented Series)
Tormented
Bound by Grace: Coming Soon
Losing Zevah: Coming Soon
Hearts Series
Brickhouse: Coming Soon
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