by LeAnn Ashers
“Let’s get married next week.”
I raise my head and stare at Jordan in disbelief. He smiles that cocky smile.
“Yes, I will hire you a wedding planner. Tell her what you want, and we will get married next week.”
I blink at him in shock. I never expected him to say that, but I want to be married to this man.
A smile forms on my face, and I nod frantically, “Yes, let’s get married!” I yell and hug him.
He laughs and flips me over. He makes me come twice more until I am more than satisfied.
Life is fucking amazing.
One week later
The night before my wedding
“No strippers!” I command Jean, who is over in the corner, smiling way too smugly for my liking.
“What’s a bachelorette party without strippers?”
Fuck. My. Life. I hang my head and growl.
There is a knock on the door of the hotel, and Jean opens the door. A policeman walks in, his shirt unbuttoned.
She got a stripper. I glare at her, and she laughs. He comes straight for me, and I put my arms over my face.
This isn’t happening!
My chair is lifted off the floor and I scream. The stripper dude sets me in the middle of the floor. He starts thrusting his hips, and I flush in embarrassment.
“I am going to kill you!” I hiss at the girls when the stripper takes a few steps away from me.
He only has on a small speedo that is way too tight. I can see his dick imprint in the front. Putting my hand over my mouth, I try to hold the vomit at bay. He steps back in front of me and grabs the back of my head like he is pretending to thrust into my mouth.
Yeah, I am not dealing with this.
The door bursts open and I jump. The man steps away from me to face the door. Butch, Jordan, Kyle, Jack, Vinny, and Trey walk inside. They are smiling, but the second they see the man in the stripper outfit, they get pissed.
Jean’s man, Jack, looks over at Jean and glares. He knows that this was her doing. Jean is always trying to cause trouble.
Jordan reaches behind him and pulls a gun out. My eyes widen as he lifts it up and points it at the stripper. “Get the fuck out.”
The stripper runs out of the room, leaving his cop uniform behind. Jordan stomps over to me, grabs my hand, and lifts me out of my seat.
“See everyone in the morning,” he calls over his shoulder. He stuffs his gun back into the holster.
We’re going on a honeymoon, but Jordan will not tell me where. Not even a single hint. I may be walking down the aisle alone, but the person who will be at the end will make everything a million times better.
We walk down the hallway and to my room. His is directly beside mine. I wanted to follow tradition and have us stay the night apart so I will be separated from him. Now I’m thinking that was a stupid decision.
I unlock my door with my keycard and open the door. I look at Jordan wistfully. I want to be wrapped in those arms.
“Why are you stopping?” He arches an eyebrow, confused, but I can see that sly little smile on his face.
He never had any intention of leaving me alone tonight. He led me to believe he was going to honor my wishes.
“You were never going to stay the night away from me, am I right?”
He winks and presses me farther into the room. “Nope.”
Well, of course. I should have known better.
I sit on the edge of the bed. I start to bend to take my shoe off, but Jordan pushes me back up. He bends onto his knees, between my legs. He lifts my foot and takes my shoes off one at a time.
This man is so sweet.
Once my shoes are off, he runs his hands up my legs.
I touch either side of his face. “I love you.”
His face softens, and his lips twitch, “Love you too, angel.” His gaze goes to my belly. “I love you too, my babies.”
Yeah, here comes the waterworks! This man will be an amazing husband and father. He’s an amazing man. I can’t believe this man is mine. Forever. I am not sure what I did to deserve someone like him, but I am beyond thankful for him and my new life.
“Tonight.” He stops and looks at me. “I hold you and my babies, because next time I am inside you, I want you to be Mrs. Walker.”
Sniffing, I nod . Don’t cry, Alisha.
He looks at my eyes, and I burst out crying. My heart is filled with so much joy that I can’t contain it, and the pregnancy hormones are getting to me. I fall headfirst into his chest, crying.
“Why are you crying?” He soothes me and rubs my back.
“I. Am. Happy,” I tell him through sobs.
I feel him shake with laughter. He better not be laughing at me. Rising up, I glare at him, and he’s grinning.
“Are you laughing at me?” I ask through clenched teeth.
He nods.
He is one brave man. I have to give him that.
“No sex for you.” I purse my lips, thinking. “A week.”
He drops his smile.
Why did I say that? I love sex. My eyes well up again, and I burst out crying again.
“Angel, why are you crying again?”
I wipe my eyes on his shirt and plop my head back down on his hard chest. “I like sex, so I am making my own self suffer.” I cry again. I just can’t stop crying.
He bursts out laughing at this, and I can’t resist laughing along with him. Gosh, I’m such a nutcase. He lifts me off the edge of the bed and places me in the middle, keeping my lower half off the bed so he can peel the blankets back. He scoots in bed with me, and I’m still laughing.
“Hormones?” he questions.
“Yep.” I pop the P and snuggle into his warm chest. I feel his hand drag under my shirt to stroke my back. Sighing, I raise my head to kiss under his neck. “Love you, Jordan.”
He stops stroking my back. “And I love you too, my angel.”
My eyes well up again, and Jordan digs his hand into my side. I laugh and lightly smack his cheek.
“Cheer up, angel. Tomorrow is day one of forever.”
This man. I hide my face near his neck. I love this man so much.
I am going to puke!
All of my bridesmaids and their men just walked down the aisle, and now, it’s my turn. I am all alone right now. I have to admit I now realize how much I am missing not having a father. I got stuck with a man who was only a sperm donor, but I want that father figure, and I want him to walk me down the aisle.
The song flips on, announcing my turn. My heart starts pounding out of my chest, and I close my eyes, trying to get my bearings. I breathe through my nose and my mouth. I can do this. My man is waiting on me.
I’m wearing a white wedding dress with lace sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. The dress tightens at the waist and flows loosely over my hips. My hair is up with jewels in it. My face is light with makeup that just accentuates my features.
The door opens, and I take a step back. Butch takes a step toward me, and I notice he is wearing jeans, white T-shirt I have never seen him wear, and his cut.
“I will take you. Nobody walks alone.”
My mouth pops open, and I blink tears back. I can’t believe this. I smile and walk over to him. I wrap my arms around his middle, hugging him quickly. He pats my back, and I step back. He raises his arm for me to take it, and I thread my arm through his. The door opens and we are in view of everyone. The nerves are back, and I look around the room before my gaze settles on my man.
His gaze is already on mine.
I don’t feel myself walk up the aisle or see everyone around me. All I see is him.
Seeing her walk down the aisle toward me is something I will never forget. I don’t get emotional much, but seeing the woman I love more than life itself walking toward me, giving herself to me? This is everything.
She was already mine, but in the eyes of everyone else, she will fully be mine. She is stuck with me, and she will never leave my side. We will raise our kids together,
grow old together, and love each other through the bad times and the harder ones.
Grow old together. Die together.
Together forever. I am too fucking selfish to even let her up for air. She is my air. I breathe her every second of the day. She is my everything.
Butch takes her hand and sets it in mine. I grin and pull her sharply to me, her body softly landing against mine. I bend my head and kiss her. Everyone in the crowd goes wild, and I feel her hand touching mine and move it up. I may have grabbed her ass.
He grabbed my ass in the middle of a church!
I’m blushing so hard. I am sure everyone can see the red of my skin through my dress, but Jordan can’t care less. He grins like he accomplished the biggest feat.
“That was supposed to happen after,” the priest scolds him.
I widen my eyes and stare at Jordan. I hear Vinny chuckling behind me, and I duck my head.
“I believe we shall get started,” The priest says, and I nod.
Throughout the ceremony, Jordan keeps giving me these looks that say he wants to bang me into next week. Oh, don’t forget him mouthing things at me when the priest is looking at me and away from him like he wants to eat my pussy, and tear my dress off me.
I may very well kill him after this. Well, after he rips my dress off, that is.
“You may now kiss your bride.”
Jordan closes the distance between us and kisses me, but not how I expected. The kiss is full of emotion, full of love. This kiss is everything. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me off my feet.
I pull back, and everyone is yelling, stomping their feet.
“Let’s go break the dress in, shall we?”
I throw my head back, laughing, and nod. He carries me out of the room, practically running. We are in a church, but we are married. That makes it okay, right? We find a small, empty room. Jordan sets me down and locks the door. Facing him, I back up to the table in the middle of the room.
He walks to me like I am prey, and I bite my lip. My man is so sexy. He stops before me, and his hands go to my hips. He lifts me off the floor and onto the table.
“Did I mention that my wife is absolutely gorgeous today?”
My heart! “Did I mention how much I love being called your wife?”
He moves his face closer to mine until our lips are inches apart. “Mrs. Walker.”
I shiver and press my lips to his. I feel him bunching my dress up and then his hand on me, seeing if I’m ready. I was ready the moment I saw him.
He gently lays me back on the table like I am made of fine glass. I spread my legs, and he walks between them. I rest my left leg on the back of his hip. He opens his pants and lowers them. He enters me slowly, and I pull my mouth away from his. Those lips go to my throat, and he lovingly kisses me all over. He pulls out and back in.
“My wife,” he whispers and then pulls back out and back in. He does this over and over until the need to come is right there, but I can’t reach it yet.
“Jordan,” I moan and scratch his back.
His thumb rubs my clit, and that’s all it takes. I come, pulsating all over his dick, and I shudder.
Jordan grunts loudly, and I feel him spill himself inside me. My head falls and hits the back of the table. Jordan breathes heavily.
“Love you, Jordan,” I say while trying to catch my breath.
“Love you too, my angel.” He kisses my lips and then my forehead.
I close my eyes and smile.
The beginning of forever.
I am so beyond pregnant that it’s not even funny. I am a week from my due date, and I’m ready to have my babies. I’m miserable; nothing makes me comfortable.
“Jordan, I’m coming down the stairs!” I yell and hold my stomach with one hand and the stair rail with the other.
I hear the sound of pounding feet down below, and then I see Jordan standing at the foot of them, glaring up at me. He is a bit overprotective. He’s been that way since the moment he felt the babies kick. He isn’t satisfied unless I’m sitting or wrapped in bubble wrap. Luckily, he hasn’t tried that.
“You were supposed to wait for me, Alisha Lynn!” he yells and glares. He isn’t really mad. He can’t stay mad at me long.
“Jordan, our babies are hungry!” I whine.
His face immediately softens. That’s all it takes. I just get tired of having to wait on him, and I want to walk myself into labor. I am literally a walking belly. I’ve gained a lot of weight, but it seems to have gone to my butt and belly. My boobs hurt so bad that it’s unreal.
I step down onto the floor, and Jordan comes up beside me, a hand on my back, leading me to the kitchen.
“What do my babies want?”
I’m craving a rack of ribs, but we don’t have that. “A rack of ribs.”
He laughs and picks his phone up. “Prospect, pick up some ribs for Alisha from blues and get back here ASAP.” He hangs up.
I just fell in love with this man again. “I love you.”
He rolls his eyes and kisses my forehead. “Anything for you.” He leads me out of the kitchen and into the living room, where he deposits me on the couch. He gets down on his knees and faces my belly. He does this at least once a day. He loves pressing on my belly and getting the babies to kick and move.
He lifts my shirt and kisses my stomach on either side, once for each of them. I smile and rub the back of his head. He presses on the left side of my stomach, and then a second later, I can see the moment. He kisses where they just touched. He’s wanting them out just as bad as I am.
Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rings. The prospect is here with the ribs, and I sit up, licking my lips. I’m starving! Jordan walks to the door and takes the food from him, and the prospect walks inside. He’s a twenty-year-old kid and sweet as sin.
“How are you, Mrs. Walker?” he asks and sits beside me on the couch.
Smiling at him, I stand up and reach for the ribs, which are now on the coffee table. Jordan is off in the kitchen, getting forks, and I’m not in the mood to wait.
“I would have handed them to you!” He stands up and attempts to help me.
“I’m fine.” I shake my head and take the ribs off the table. Then I feel a gush of water flowing down my legs and look down.
My water just broke. I look up at the prospect, and he is staring at my legs. His head comes up and he looks at me in absolute horror.
“Techy! She’s leaking!” he screams like a little girl and takes off out of the room toward Jordan.
I stand still. I can’t believe my water just broke just like that.
Oh. My. God. My babies are coming!
I hear a thunder of footsteps, and Jordan charges into the room. He rushes to my side and looks down at my legs then at my face.
“My water broke.”
A million different emotions come across his face. “Lake, go upstairs and grab the three bags by the door including the pillow and blanket! Run!” He puts a huge emphasis on the word run.
Lake runs out of the room and up the stairs.
“I need to change, Jordan.”
He nods and runs up the stairs, and I go to the half bath across the living room. I have a feeling I will be the only calm one. I’m sure I won’t be calm later, but I can’t afford not to be calm now.
I hear a thunder of footsteps again and see Lake running across the living room with three bags, a pillow tucked under his arm, and a blanket on top of his head. He slams the front door open and runs outside.
Jordan pops around the corner with a pair of leggings and underwear. He strips me out of my clothes in jerky movements, and I lift my legs for him to take them off. We are at the point of pregnancy now where I can’t put my own shoes and pants on.
He slides the underwear up to my knees and then pulls my pants on. I pull my underwear up the rest of the way and then do the same with my pants.
Jordan shoots up, and I grab his hand. I can see how scared he is. “We are going to be okay.” He
nods and cups the back of my head.
A sharp pain hits me, and my head hits his chest. My eyes are clenched shut, and I grip his shirt as I ride through the pain.
“Fuck!” he growls and strokes my back.
A few seconds later, it ends. “Okay. It’s over.”
I walk out of the bathroom and into the living room. We stop beside the door, and I slip a pair of flip-flops on. Jordan has one arm wrapped around my back, and the other rests on my hip.
He opens the door and pulls his phone out. I hear the house locking and engaging. Lake has pulled the truck up to the porch. We slowly walk down the stairs, and I stop at the truck. Lake opens the door, and Jordan easily lifts me inside. Lake braces his hands at my back and under my arm. This is one sweet kid. I scoot in with my feet and rest my head against the back of the seat.
Jordan climbs in the driver’s seat, and Lake gets in the back. He starts the truck and speeds down the driveway. The gate is already open and we drive through. He clicks the button on his phone and it slams shut.
I grab Jordan’s free hand.
We reach the hospital in half the time it normally would take. Then I’m led to my private room. Two hours later, I have monitors on my stomach, and Jordan has climbed into bed with me.
“Um.” I grit my teeth and dig my face into Jordan’s neck as I’m hit with another contraction.
He rubs my back and kisses the top of my head to comfort me. Once the contraction ends, I lie back in bed. I am already exhausted.
I feel a sharp pain in my stomach. My eyes widen, and Jordan’s do too when he sees my distressed expression. The monitors start going off, and Jordan climbs out of bed and runs out of the room, yelling. Nurses come into the room, and they put the Doppler on my stomach.
“The cord is wrapped around one of their necks! Immediate cesarean.”
They start yelling, and everyone rushes around the room.
Wrapped around their necks!
Pure fear rushes threw me. I need Jordan. He’s pale as a ghost. That makes me ten times more scared. Jordan doesn’t freak out or get scared. My bed moves as they wheel me out of the room. Tears fall. I’m so afraid. Jordan walks over to me and kisses my forehead. I am pushed out of the room and down a hallway.
