Being the horny, crazy guy that I am, I dove head first under the skirt of her dress. I caressed and kissed her leg on the way to the thigh, holding her garter, and Chloe gave me a warning smack on the head. That made everyone laugh. At least I think they did. The sounds were muffled under her dress. I pulled the garter off with my teeth, because… you know… why not?
I came out from under her dress, triumphantly holding the garter above my head and the crowd cheered. But when I again noticed the look of trepidation on Chloe’s face, I knelt beside her and leaned into her space. “What’s wrong?”
She cleared her throat like she was going to tell me something important, and I panicked. Did I do something against tradition or something? I’m completely confused.
“Read the note I have pinned to the garter.” She had her lip trapped in her teeth awaiting my reaction.
I unhooked the note that was carefully taped around her garter and read to myself. It said, “I took my last birth control pill two weeks ago. I’m ready to start the family we’ve been talking about.” I read and re-read it again, while Chloe and all our friends patiently waited. Only she and I knew what it said, but I felt as though the whole room was waiting for my reaction.
“Does this mean… does this mean we can get pregnant, like right now?” I ask her in a hushed tone so that no one around us could hear.
She nods her head as my realization dawned and a huge smile split on both of our faces. “Hot damn! Let’s get the fuck out of here then!”
And with that, I haphazardly flung the garter over my shoulder to some unsuspecting schmuck, scooped up my gorgeous bride over my shoulder, and headed towards the door. I smacked her ass on the way, for keeping this news from me.
“Bye all. Thanks for coming. We are out of here!” I practically ran with her from the club as our guests scrambled to throw confetti or petals or something at us as we left. Another tradition, I didn’t understand.
The tradition I did know, was that I was getting my sexy as fuck wife pregnant on her wedding night!
And just like that, we restored our faith in love!
Epilogue
Chloe (our one-year anniversary)
Aidan may not have understood traditions, but he made good on his promise. Although, we can’t pinpoint the day, we more than likely conceived on our wedding night. Aidan made sure that he put enough sperm in my body to conceive ten children. We were exhausted and thoroughly spent, but it was all worth it in the end.
Gazing into the caramel colored eyes and stroking her blonde, barely-there curly hair, I’m in awe of what the love of two people can make. Isabella Roxie Montgomery is officially three months old today. We knew that embracing my old stage name would forever keep the reminder, but we decided to add a found memory to it, instead of the shame that I thought it once held.
I set up a photo shoot to document her three months of life and our one-year wedding anniversary. To which Aidan complained about profusely.
“Chloe, seriously. Why are we doing this again?” He asks me for the umpteenth time since I told him about my plans.
“Because, I want to document her birthday and our anniversary. I know you don’t get these traditions, but it means something to me. You two are my family now and since I don’t have pictures of my family….” I trail off my comment with that statement and he knows he’s I got him by the proverbial balls with my sad puppy dog eyes.
“Ok, wow! Way to lay it on thick. I get it and I’m sorry I’m being such an ass about it.”
I give him a placating pout and say, “Awe, do you need your ego stroked? Or better yet, do you need something else stroked?”
His eyes went dark with desire and I knew the images of me on my knees, were flashing through his mind like a movie reel.
I put Isabella down in her bassinet, tucked safely next to our bed and walked up behind Aidan as he straightened his tie in the mirror. I arched my eyebrow at him in the reflection of the mirror, silently seeking his response.
“Do you even need to ask my permission? On your knees woman,” he playfully said and spun around. His pants were down and around his ankles in record time and a smirk of a smile was on his handsome face.
I looked up at him from my kneeling position and said, “You wouldn’t let me reciprocate this morning, so I had to ask... just to make sure.”
Aidan, the all-consuming and talented lover, woke me up this morning with his head between my legs as one of his many pre-anniversary gifts. The other was currently around my neck and Isabella’s hand. He gave us matching jewelry, and I cried like a baby.
He looks down at me, grabbing each side of my face, “Everything I have, I give to you….” He started off saying, sounding so sweet and poetic. “… including my cock.” A huge, sexy grin appears on his handsome, clean-shaven face.
“Well then, Mr. Montgomery, let’s get started, shall we.”
Aidan (our one-year anniversary)
Seeing Chloe in Isabella’s room, nursing and rocking our daughter to sleep, takes my breath away. Until meeting Chloe, I didn’t know I had the capability of loving someone else as much as I do, her and a child. Both are my entire world and I can’t wait to fill our house with the chaotic sounds of more children.
Chloe sees me watching her nurse, and she gives me a smirk. “Jealous? You can have them back in a few months… you know… when she’s done with them.”
I nod my head in agreement. “Yeah, I miss them, but my mom taught me how to share.”
She reaches her hand out to me and I walk over to the rocking chair and take her hand. She pulls me down to her so that I can give her a kiss. “She’s almost asleep. We should get going to the photography studio now. Maybe by the time we get there, she will be awake and ready for pics.”
“So, is this what our life is going to be like now? Planning our days around her sleeping and feeding schedule?”
“Pretty much. It gets even more interesting with two.” She has the same look of trepidation on her face when she told me she was pregnant with Isabella. And she was blatantly staring at me.
“Ok, I know I’m new at the whole parenthood thing, but are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?”
She gives me the cutest, cheesy smile and says, “Happy Anniversary! You are so hard to shop for… and you have everything…. so, I just thought---”
I cut her off mid-ramble to assault her lips with mine. She was still sitting down and holding our sleeping daughter, so I was careful not to wake her.
“I don’t care what you think. You are an amazing gift giver!” I’m one blessed man to have two beautiful girls in my life. And with any luck, I’ll have three.
Thank you….
Thank you to Courtney Kelly for agreeing to be my beta reader and for her invaluable feedback. It has been an amazing experience writing these stories but for you to enjoy it and get my vision, it’s a great feeling.
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