As she walks towards the altar, the blackness around me fades into a glow. A stunning incandescence acting as a frame from Kayla’s unrivaled beauty. She was so nervous about her appearance with her very visible pregnant belly, but this has to be the most gorgeous woman to have ever lived. Kayla’s face is slightly hidden by the veil, and even so, her beauty shines through. The guests rise from the pews to get a full view of her dress and gasp in delight as she walks further down the aisle.
Thanks to her, I find myself irreversibly cool.
I can hardly remember why I was so nervous in the first place. The only outcome to marrying this wonderful lady is spending the rest of my life with her, and I can’t even imagine a negative consequence to that.
She quietly mouths a timid, “Hi”, as she walks up the steps of the altar. She kisses Caleb on the cheek and stands in front of me.
It’s the moment I’ve waited for since we first met. The only downside to this moment is that my best friend and partner couldn’t live to see it. Still, I feel Arria’s presence and she’s helped me get this far even through death. I know she’s here, as proud of me as Ford must be of Kayla. In a way, she is here. I invited Arria’s wife and adopted daughter since they would have invited if Arria was still around.
In another sly move, Kayla motions me to wipe something from my face. A tear. And it’s down to my chin. All of the emotions I’ve been bottling up while standing up here must have bottled up and exploded at my tear ducts. Kayla’s beauty, the memory of Arria, the anxiety of marriage, and the excitement that a married life entails. It all resulted in a single tear sliding down the side of my face. Kayla urged once more that I wipe it away, but I instead embrace it and hold her hands in mine.
I’m unable to hear any of what the officiant has been saying. I was lost deep in Kayla’s eyes while he was going through his opening remarks. He recounts the odd but lovely story of how Kayla and I ended up here, for those who weren’t completely in the know and of course, for tradition’s sake.
What shakes me back into reality is him calling out my name.
“Zach. Would you like to proceed with your vows?”
I nod my head and revert my gaze into Kayla’s eyes.
“Kayla, from this moment, I take you as my best friend for life. My partner. I pledge to honor, encourage, and support you as we walk through life together. When our way becomes difficult, I swear I will stand by you and uplift you, so that through our union we can accomplish more than we could alone. I promise to work at our love and always make you a priority in my life. Our story may have started off in an unorthodox manner, but it is without regret that I stand before you today. With this ring, I give you my heart.”
Ford, acting as our ring bearer, holds a pillow with both rings. I slide her sterling ring on and look up at her brown eyes shedding tears of joy. Now it’s her turn.
Through her laughing and sobbing she goes on to read from a folded paper, she had stored in her bosom. “I knew I’d cry, I just wish I could have waited just a bit longer. Ha-ha. Now… Zach, since we met, I knew we’d be together. You are the love of my life, the missing part of me that makes me whole. I’m excited to be with you from this point on and I promise that our lives will be filled with laughter and love. I will be forever loyal, and I will strive to bring out the best in the both of us. With this ring, I give you all of me.”
She takes my rings from the pillow and places it on my ring finger.
The officiant clears his throat and continues with his script. Unintentionally, I space out again. Until he reaches the “do you’s”.
“Do you Kayla Thomas take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?”
She nods enthusiastically and answers, “I do.”
He turns to me. “Do you Zachary Clark take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I do”, I answer.
With his arms open, he announces, “Then it is with pleasure that I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”
And it is with pleasure that I hold Kayla’s face in my hands and pull her towards my pursed lips. A roar of applause erupts, but fails to interrupt our kiss that may admittedly be going on for a bit too long. I get down on one knee to welcome another person into my life. The child growing inside of Kayla. I plant a soft kiss on Kayla’s belly and get back up to walk her down the aisle and into the limousine we rented to drive us around the block a few times.
Once the guests have left the church and gathered at a nearby party hall, we pull up and make our first official appearance as husband and wife. Night fell shortly after, resulting in some guests leaving sooner than we expected. By 10pm, the party was reduced to a handful of people, all who excused themselves at the same time so as to not have any one person be the last guests. With that, Kayla and I finished our night elsewhere.
We rented a cabin outside of town for our honeymoon. Our original plans had Hawaii or somewhere tropical involved, but we thought it best to not board a plane since Kayla was 8 months pregnant. Instead, we chose a small town surrounded by pine trees and not much else. The cabin we rented overlooked a small lake. A lake with a lot of privacy.
The moment we arrive at the cabin, we hurry inside and shed our clothes.
“Should we wear bathing suits? Or our underwear”, Kayla asks.
“What for?”
We walk out into the crisp night air in nothing but our wedding bands. We’re totally alone. Kayla asks to sit down near the water so she can dip her feet in.
“Are you sure”, I ask, “it’s going to be freezing.”
“I’m carrying a child, I need some freezing water for my feet. I’d rather feel nothing than this soreness I’m suffering through”, she jokes.
The two of us sit at the edge of the lake so Kayla can take some weight off her feet and rest them in the cold. I look at her, still framed by a glow. Moonlight bouncing off of her flawless skin. Her enlarged tits point up to the sky as she lies down on the sand.
We finally did it. We’re together.
And now that we’re together, there’s nothing that can keep me away from her. I lean over and kiss her neck.
“Feeling frisky? Even with my belly looking like this”, she asks pointing at her pregnant stomach.
I kiss her again and whisper, “Kayla, you can’t still think I could ever be repulsed by you. You’re an angel. And I’d like to consummate our marriage, if you’re open to it.”
“Now? On this lake?”
“Our only light is the moon. What moment would be better”, I ask curiously.
She shrugs. “You’ve got me there. Well, I’m open to it as long as I don’t have to be on my feet”, she answers, laughing. Her laughter makes her chest bounce enticingly. Each time she takes a breath, her nipples fall in a hypnotizing manner that makes me want to leap up and pounce on her.
So I do.
I push her shoulders down against the sand and move my body up so her face meets my cock perfectly. Without even asking, she takes my cock in her mouth and fondles my balls, playing them like a guitar. She’s been doing this a lot more lately as of late, after she found out that it usually gets me to climax quicker and more powerfully. The way she was going at my cock had me thinking she would one day be a great cop, because my cock was officially under arrest and the holding area was her mouth. In only a matter of minutes, my shaft was begging to shoot a load, but it was then that Kayla pulled me out of her mouth.
“I want you to fuck me as your wife. Now”, she demands.
Happy to oblige, I turn Kayla on her side and use the saliva dripping covering my member to seamlessly slide inside my wife. She asks me to enter slowly, so she can feel all of me. It’s a request I get often from her, and one that helps us both get that much nearer to our climaxes. Inch by inch, my penis travels inside of her, stretching her out with my significant girth.
This pregnancy has caused Kayla to be much more dominant during sex, though her belly has kept her from fully acting out what she wishes sh
e could do. We’ll remedy that once the baby is out and she’s able to have sex again, but until then, I hold onto her shoulders and ram my dick in her repeatedly. I kiss her while I bury myself as deep in her as I possibly can from behind.
“Yessss…”, she moans, shivering and bobbing her head.
Knowing she’s enjoying what I’m doing, I do it even faster. I thrust my hip with vigor, sliding the head of my cock deliciously insider her tight, puffy pussy. I push my head into her deepest depths, making her cry out and scream my name.
Kayla arches her back, forcing her rounded, swollen belly up into the air, her hips rolling with mine. She’s on the edge and ready to burst with ecstatic pleasure, with my hard rod mashing into all the right places. Kayla bites her lip, trembling, her eyes rolled up as I drag my hand up the base of her bulging tummy. She shifts her hips and squirms to try to ease the pressure, but it only increases until she finally lets out a painful but ecstatic roar.
She continues to orgasm as I fuck her hard enough to conclude our sex with one strong load of cum being shot up her pussy. I slide out of her once my cock sends wave after wave of thick jizz out of my bright red head and watch the cum drip from my shaft and out from between her legs.
The two of us lay on the sand and look at the stars slowly move above us. Out of our reach, but in our hearts. For that moment, the two of us had no worries. Sure, there were hardships to come what with the pregnancy and getting adjusted to married life, but for that short, post coital moment, the two of us were free of any stressors.
It’s pure bliss.
Epilogue - Kayla
An hour alone can feel like a lifetime if you’re watching the seconds tick away on a classroom clock, or sitting in a waiting room. But nothing in my life has lasted as long as the 8 hours I spent in labor.
But those 8 hours are finally over. And I have a real something to show for it. A seven pound little baby boy.
“My Ford.”
“Ford, huh? That’s… It works. Little baby Ford”, Zach nods. “So is little baby Ford going to know his parents used to be related?”
I shrug. “Sure, if he asks. It’s not a secret. And it’s not that big of a deal. Though, I can’t imagine why he would. How often did you ask your mom if she was ever related to your dad?”
“Alright, alright. Just thought I’d ask. That’ll be a fun discussion to be had.”
With a sigh, I explain to him my feelings on the whole stepbrother situation. “In the end, it doesn’t matter one bit. You and I aren’t related so it’s not affecting little Ford. And anybody who has a problem with us, can go suck an egg. What does it matter if we used to be step siblings? I was definitely worried about it before because I was scared of what people would think, but ultimately, it just doesn’t matter. You helped me come to terms with that. If I had continued to be scared of us because of what people would think, we would be here. Ford wouldn’t be here.”
“And we certainly wouldn’t want that”, he says taking a sniff of Ford’s fresh head. “I’m glad you see it that way.”
Seeing Zach being so loving and paternal with our baby made my heart grow. He’s the perfect man.
“I’m excited to have the next month dedicated to just you and Ford. I was starting to get used to the routine of being on the force, but I’ll be back on it in no time. Until then, it’s just you, me and our baby boy”, I say with a smile.
“Right”, Zach mumbles. “We’re going to have to look for a babysitter to take care of him while we’re working. Then a daycare once he’s old enough for one.”
I could see the stress on his face. He’s uncertain of the stability of our lives.
“Zach. It’s going to be okay. You and I can handle anything. We’ll find a babysitter, and then we’ll find a daycare. It’s all going to be fine.”
He chuckles. “Thank you. You’re absolutely right.”
Zach sits down next to me, lightly rubbing Ford’s head and humming a soft lullaby.
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Prologue - Tatum
Four corners; that’s all we’ve got on this planet. They are all I have ever known in my life. From the compass to the boxing ring, I’ve felt home in the sweat and blood of it all. Time and again I won and lost, both and all moments leaving an etched mark in my bones.
I am no guest to pain. Death has been an old acquaintance on many levels. But on one simple night, it all changed. For the worst.
The bell had been rung for far too long. Crowds were wilding out. The bearded ref was screaming his mouth off. Backup was on its way. My feet were firmly planted, the angle my neck was locked in not medically advised, but my knees killed for a buckle.
DRIGGS
BLAIR
It was all I could hear in my bleeding sides. He threw one punch after the other, trying to knock me down. I was losing. It wasn’t part of what we had planned. The rehearsal had gone on so well last night. But even then as I tried to whisper to him to stop and lay down just like we had practiced, he kept on coming.
And I kept on giving.
The metal chair and table were the two items, or weapons, left that weren’t bloodied. One last punch and he was down. I used the opportunity to get them from under the ring, and assembled them above his pink body. The audience kept on ringing our names, not understanding the climax of this all was just entertainment. To them, we were fresh meat, and they simply wanted more. A young boy donning a cap with my name on it snuggled with his pot–bellied dad, swearing at us and screaming through their popcorn–filled mouths and soda–filled hands. That glimpse hinted at a faded memory of my father and me doing the same over twenty years back. Eric was getting up, moving and unbroken.
Eric, stay down. Please, this is not what we…
No Tatum. Not this time.
He couldn’t stop. I jumped, and he didn’t see my weight coming. I had to. The show had to go on.
It wasn’t the nape–chilling silence through the stadium that snuck up the realization of what I had done into my system. It wasn’t the look, either, of pure terror on the stage announcers or that on the ref.
It was the neck-tying stare of the crying black–haired girl standing in the heart of the seats at the ringside amidst a horrified audience. Eric Blair was down.
Permanently.
There is a solace to quitting a life that caused pain to others and self. Sure, the fighting came with the joys of the fans and adoration, but it gave less than it took. Now, finding calm and a life of quiet in a parlor shop that gifts the art of tattoos is what I do. I hope and pray that someday, I may find peace and finally sleep at night.
Waryn
The first thought that milked its way out of me was that he was dead. Eric’s body lay wounded on the board atop the ring, unmoving and still. I could feel the intensity grind the shit out of everyone watching. We waited. The medics came and carted him away. Tatum had his final bow with the fans and was taken care of by security. He only looked at me once, with his eyes pleading. For sorrow or from a place of arrogance, I could not tell.
I held his hand all the way to St. John’s in the cramped ambulance, tightly.
The doctor’s word was final. Even the months of physiotherapy couldn’t give him a fighting chance to deal with all the negativity, paralysis from the waist down and cruel outbursts from hi
s fans.
Eric’s career as a professional wrestler was over. His downhill state of acute depression had just started. And I was all he had. It was a mutual road.
We both had an affinity for sugary treats; and so on one particular evening while I had taken the car out to the deli for some frozen yoghurt and cookies, I left him watching telly in his room. Scooby Doo was his favorite.
The lights were still flickering by the time I came back. I parked neatly just as he had shown me all those years back, and walked out with a brown bag of groceries. The picket–fenced neighborhood was quiet, but an eerie feeling of discomfort by the base of my navel, just like that of burning ozone to the nose, coiled around me. I walked and broke into a run through the semidetached house, hoping beyond all I believed in that he was okay.
He was still in his wheelchair when I burst into his room. Eric stared at me and laughed.
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