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They would have sold ten
billion
albums.

My heart was thudding in my chest as the music started and she started down the aisle.

This was it. It was hard to believe I could be so lucky. I was finally going to make this beautiful woman mine. Officially.

She was really going through with it. I realized I had been afraid after all. Afraid she would run. Afraid she had realized I was unworthy, just like I’d always known I was deep down.

But the way she looked at me proved me wrong. She loved me. So I
must
be worthy.

My bride was an excellent judge of character.

I stood up straight and stared into her eyes as she walked towards me. All the love in the world shone out of her beautiful face. She placed her hand in mine and the ceremony began. I lost track of time, staring into her glistening eyes. I had no idea what to expect. I’d only asked that they keep it simple and not drag it out. Trista had laughingly agreed. And now it was happening.

It was really, really happening.

All my thoughts left my head. The only thing I could think of, or believe in, was her.

“Do you take this bride?”

I was staring at Trista when the Priest cleared his throat a few seconds later.

“Do you, Joss Silver take Trista Davis to be your bride?”

“Yes!”

The crowd laughed at my eager, overloud response. Trista blushed prettily. I watched as he asked her the same question. I exhaled in relief as she said ‘I do.’ Then I scooped her up in my arms and kissed her soundly.

The Priest seemed annoyed that I hadn’t waited for his permission to kiss the bride. I didn’t care. I kept kissing her.

Finally I stopped. I looked down at her as she smiled.

“You said yes.”

She laughed at me.

“No Joss, you said ‘yes.’ I said ‘I do.’”

She had a point there… I lifted her up and carried her down the aisle. That’s when I noticed it.

My bride wasn’t wearing any shoes.

Trista

“Where are we going?”

Joss said nothing as he took the stairs up the cliff two at a time. He was careful not to jostle me too much. It was a good thing, considering I’d puked less than an hour before. Not that I was telling him that.

Not yet anyway.

“Joss! We can’t leave our guests!”

He finally looked at me as he nudged the door open with his shoulder. He carried me inside and into the bedroom before setting me on my feet.

“Yes. We can.”

My jaw dropped as I realized what he was planning. He wanted to have sex. Now.

So help me… I wanted it too.

“Okay, but we have to be quick.”

He grinned at me, reaching for his belt buckle.

“You are very wise, wife.”

He turned me around and bent me forward. I put my hands flat on the bed and sighed as he ran his hands up my leg, exciting me instantly.

I felt cool air as my skirt was lifted up to my waist. Then I heard him growl as he tore away my white lace panties. I giggled, only to stop as his soft lips kissed me, pressing eagerly against my pussy.

I gasped as his tongue slid inside me, getting me close to the edge. I was too eager for him though. And we didn’t have a lot of time.

“Hurry Joss!”

He growled again and I felt him shift upwards, positioning himself behind me. We both moaned as he pushed his cock inside me. It had been a while and it felt even bigger than usual.

“Fuck Trista, you’re so tight!”

I whimpered. He was right. It felt like the first time. But it didn’t hurt.

It felt incredible.

He stood behind me, gently sawing his cock in and out of me. I came quickly but he seemed determined to make this last. I bore down on him and circled my hips, silently telling him to get on with it.

He got the message.

I could hear his ragged breathing as he picked up the pace, riding me faster and harder. His hands squeezed my hips spasmodically as he got close. Then he groaned and started to swell.

This was it. Joss was coming.
My husband
was coming. It was our first time doing it as husband and wife...

As always, I felt the electric current jump between us in the final moments. My body clamped down on his, tugging at him as he plowed me hard and deep.

He roared as the seed exploded from his cock. I cried out as I felt it spurting deep inside me. There was a lot of it. He filled me up and I felt even more of it start to stream down my leg. I was still shaking as he thrust into me again and again.

He was still coming as I collapsed forward onto the bed. He held me up by my hips, burying himself as far inside me as he could get.

He stayed like that while we both caught our breath. I felt wonderful, satisfied and limp as a noodle. He lifted me, kissing me deeply.

“Hello wife.”

“Hello husband.”

He kissed me again and I smiled, ready to get back to the party. Even if everyone knew where we had been, it didn’t matter. I was only a little bit embarrassed… I was more glad that my husband was so eager to be with me.

“Just one more thing…”

“Yes?”

He bent me forward, curling his body over mine again. I squealed as he tried to mount me from behind. I rolled away, slapping his arm.

“Joss! What are you doing?”

He grinned, his horny smile telling me everything I needed to know.

“Wouldn’t it be perfect if I got you pregnant on our wedding day?”

I crooked my finger at him and he came crawling obediently across the bed.

“Closer.”

He leaned in.

“Closer.”

He leaned towards me until our heads were close together. I whispered into his ear.

“Wouldn’t it be perfect if you already did?”

Eight Months Later

Joss

“Someday, you are going to find someone who loves you as much as your daddy loves your mommy. He will be good enough for you, my pretty Princess. I will make sure of it.”

Trista giggled and I looked up, seeing her leaning in the doorway. She’d caught me talking to Lila again. We had lots of little talks, me and my baby girl.

Very important talks.

The baby cooed sleepily and I smiled at her. She was so perfect, so beautiful that it made my heart ache. Her perfect little toes and fingers. Her sweet face. The soft red curls on her darling little head.

Those enormous dark blue eyes.

I thanked God each and every day that she took after her mother.

“Are you hungry?”

I nodded. She’d been working again. Writing songs soon to be released as ‘Trista Silver.’ She had a new, more low-key manager and a new label. But she always made time for me.

“What do you want? A sandwich?”

I shook my head. She stood behind me, leaning forward to kiss my cheek.

“What then? Your wish is my command husband…”

“You.”

She didn’t say anything, just nibbled my earlobe.

“Alright.”

I looked back at her.

“Are you sure you are ready? The doctor said to play it by ear.”

She smiled at me, lifting the baby up and carrying her over to her crib.

“I’m sure Joss. It was an easy birth.”

I watched as she settled Lila in for a nap. We’d barely slept in weeks but it was all worth it. Having a baby was the best thing that had happened to me.

Trista stood and smiled at me seductively. Lust shot straight to my cock, making it stand instantly at attention.

Scratch that. The second best thing.

Trista took my hand and grabbed the baby monitor.
 

I followed her to the bedroom and undressed my beautiful wife.

If we were lucky, maybe we’d get started on making another little miracle.

I grinned.

I was a lucky sonofabitch indeed.

Five years later

Chandler

I tossed the ball to my son, watching him furrow his brow in concentration. He was trying too hard. Christopher always did that. And then he'd get a good handle on whatever skill he was trying to learn and ease up.

He was type A, just like his mother.

He threw the ball back. It was short, so I had to dive to catch it. I held up the ball triumphantly, only to see my son's face crumple into tears.

"What's wrong 'Topher?"

"Chelz is better at catch than me!"

"Now son, we all have our talents. You are a pretty damn good dancer, aren't you?"

Chelsea piped up from the swing set where she was watching us, patiently waiting her turn.

"Don't say 'damn' daddy."

"That's right Chelsea. Thank you. I mean 'darn' good dancer. Darn good."

Beatrice snickered from the kitchen window where she was helping her mom set out some lemonade. Caro winked at me, setting out a plate of homemade cookies.

She'd drawn the line at three kids, after we'd been surprised by twins less than a year after sweet baby Bea. Caro had sailed through it all beautifully, making it look easy wrangling three toddlers. But I knew it had taken a toll.

We were both teachers though, so she had summers off. Dance school was hopping in the summer though, so I was still on duty. But it was my dance studio, so I set my own hours. I always made time for my wife and kids.

Especially my beautiful wife.

I loved being a dad. I kept hoping she'd reconsider and give me a few more… I couldn't help it. I loved making babies with her.

"Give this to daddy."

I turned my head to see Chelsea toddling over to me. They still had their baby fat and it was hard not to squeeze them non-stop. Caro said they needed their 'autonomy' though and not to baby them too much.

So I had learned to talk to them like adults from the get go. No baby talk. We treated our kids with respect and they were polite as hell as a result.

I held out my hand, looking at the little rectangular box my little girl had given me. The kids all crowded around and Caro came out on the porch to lean over the railing.

"Open it daddy!"

"Yeah, open it!"

I glanced uncertainly at Caro, who was watching me with a secretive smile. It wasn't my birthday. It wasn't even Father's day.

"Go on."

I shrugged and opened the neatly wrapped package, handing the pretty pink bow to Chelsea. Inside was a plain white box. I opened it and my mind went blank.

Information started to tick in slowly, falling together like a puzzle.

It was a long slim piece of plastic.

It had a small blue plus sign in a small window.

It was a pregnancy test.

It was a positive pregnancy test.

It was a baby.

We were having another baby.

I looked at my beautiful wife, smiling at me with tears in her eyes. I felt my cheeks get wet and realized I was crying too.
 

Damn, my woman had made me soft.

But as I ran to the deck and pulled her into my arms, I acknowledged that I didn't give a damn if I was soft inside. I got to be with her. I'd be happy to turn into a full-blown marshmallow man, considering the rewards.

I glanced at Caro. She was glowing like she had with the twins. I squeezed her into my chest. I looked at our three children who still didn't get it yet. They didn't get how lucky we all were.

They were about to have a little brother or sister to look after.

Heck, knowing us, maybe they were going to get
both.

Trent

The pool area and lanai were ready. There were twinkling star shaped string lights and balloons everywhere. We'd gone wild with pool floats and little waterproof solar lights that skimmed on the surface of the water, casting a soft glow.

Guests were just starting to arrive at our home in Los Angeles.

They brought gifts and cards and, of course, the other kids from the program. It was a big day in our household.

Char was graduating.

She'd done so well in the Take Two program and we were so proud. She'd gone to learn a trade at a school for disabled adults. And she'd excelled in the horticultural department.

Char seemed to have a knack for growing things. In fact, we'd hired her as our gardener on the spot. A few other neighbors had too.

Her mood swings were much better too.

"Daddy!"

I turned, scooping up our little girl Pheobe. We'd let Char name her and she'd chosen the name. Apparently it was the name of their childhood dog. A scruffy little terrier of some sort.

Lexi and I were still not sure if we were ever going to come clean on that little detail, though it made us laugh our asses off in private.

"Pheebs, are you ready for the party?"

She nodded. I could see a smudge of chocolate around her mouth. I chucked her chin.

"Did you get into the cake early?"

She shook her head, curls flying.

"No daddy, mommy made me my own cake. It was this big!"

She held her pudgy little hands up, mimicing the size of a small cake. I grinned, looking over her shoulder at her mother. Lexi had come out of the house, carrying a tray.

"You shouldn't be doing that."

She waved me off, and sat down.

"It's light. I'm fine."

I frowned, setting our girl down. I walked behind my wife, lightly rubbing her shoulders. She leaned back against me and rubbed her belly.

After all this time, we were expecting number two.

She'd said 'one and done' but I'd convinced her otherwise. I wanted a big family. All of them looking like her.

She'd changed her mind one night when our daughter was three. It was just after Christmas and Pheobe had wanted to go up to bed by herself. Lexi had started crying, not ready for her little girl to grow up yet.

That night, we'd started trying to make number two.

Except things hadn't gone as planned. The first child had been unexpected. Easy. But the second, we had to work for. Endless doctors appointments. We were fine, but the eggs just weren't catching. We'd opted for IVF in the end.

And any day now we were going to reap the rewards of those long two years. In fact, she was due in two weeks. I tried to spoil her but she made it hard.

My woman was independent as hell. Hard working too. I was tempted to tie her up now and then to keep her still.