Owning His Virgin

“Wow. You look stunning, Florecita,” I tell her, grabbing her hands. She laughs.

“More like a watermelon.” She smiles rubbing her burgeoning belly.

“Hey. You are bringing my son and daughter into the world. You are giving me the ultimate gifts. There is nothing more beautiful than that. Which brings me to why I am dressed up.” She looks at me confused. “This is not just your baby shower, but it is also our do over wedding. It is the wedding you should have had, out in the open with me claiming you in front of everyone.

“Diezal,” she gasps, putting her hand over her mouth before a lone tear falls from her face.

“Is that a yes? Will you marry me again in front of our friends and family?” I don’t know why I am nervous, but I am.

“Of course, I will. I can’t believe you did this. I love you so fucking much, husband.”

“I love you, wife. Now let’s get this show on the road so I can raise that dress and fuck that ripe pussy, while everyone is celebrating us.”

“Shit,” she says, licking her lips.

“Not yet, baby. Let’s go do this right.” I close my eyes and inhale as she takes my hand.

Together, we walk out to the backyard and declare our love for one another, for now and always.