“Tiffany. My love. My soulmate. My best friend. My heart. My wife. I have waited years for this moment. I used to stand outside your bedroom window after dropping you off from a date, waiting for your light to go out so I knew you were safe and sound. I would tell the stars above my wish for the bedroom to one day be shared by us, in our home and for you to be sleeping in my arms for eternity. Right here in front of everyone we love and know, I am promising to love you, protect our love and daughter, listen to you and hold you every day until my last breath.” He slips the wedding band on my finger. I can barely see it through the tears and emotions, but I feel the finality of it. The cool steel soaking into my skin, melting into me, proving once and for all that we are meant to be.
“Beautiful. Tiffany, your turn.” Love hands me the wedding band and I turn to my best friend.
“Mark, my love. My soulmate. My best friend. My heart. My husband. You have always made me feel safe and special. Loved and appreciated. Somewhere in between that time I forgot that part of what made us, us, was our friendship and ability to talk about anything and I ran. I didn’t run from you, my love, because you were here, in my heart and here growing and kicking and reminding me I had left a part of me at home. No, I ran from the feelings so deep and intense, they scared me. The thing I never doubted was that you would be here waiting for me when I came back, and I was right. I missed my family, it's true. But what I missed most of all, was you. I was not just returning to our story. I was returning to love. To our love. Right here in front of everyone we love and know, I am promising to love you, protect our love and daughter, listen to you and hold you every day until my last breath.”
“With those words, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” I am his wife. His wife. I married Mark Bishop, my soulmate. Holy shit!!!
“Wife,” he growls against my lips before he takes them and shows me how much he loves me. Everyone around us melts away, the applause and shouts of congratulations fade as my husband kisses me for the first time as his wife. Finally pulling apart, his forehead hits mine as do his eyes. “I fucking love you so much, baby. Thank you for making me the luckiest man alive.'' He has no idea it is me who is the lucky one, but I will show him forever.
Epilogue
MARK
NINE MONTHS LATER
“Alright little princess, let daddy change you and then we can go downstairs and find mommy. What do you think?” I tickle her tummy and my heart overflows when she giggles her gummy smile and kicks her legs. At six months old, Rae Lila Bishop is literally the princess of the Bishop/Frick clan. She is the first and only grandchild right now and she is spoiled rotten by all of her grandparents. This raven-haired beauty is the spitting image of her mama, with my blue eyes, I see mischief in her cute eyes, and I know I'm in for it.
Once she has been changed, lotion is put on, and in her pretty dress mommy laid out, I pick her up and inhale her precious baby scent. I can spend hours just holding her, smelling her baby lotion and feeling her snuggle her daddy. “I love you, little Rae,” I whisper against her cheek before kissing her once more and walking out of the room.
“There you two are. I was wondering if I was going to have to come and get you both.” My wife walks up to us and leans over to kiss the baby before she leans up to me. Unable to deny her anything, I take her mouth in a sensual promise of satisfaction to come. “Mmm. I needed that,” she says against my lips before taking the baby from me. Unable to release her from my arms, I pull her back into my body and wrap my arms around her. If you hurry and give the baby to your mama, I can give you what you really need.” When she shivers, I chuckle before spanking her juicy ass as she walks away.
As always when I walk into the bedroom I smile at the portrait above our bed of our wedding photo. I smell her walk in before I feel her at my back. She runs her hands up my back, her nails dragging along my skin since I have removed my shirt and I groan, her touch as addicting as her pussy. “I want that dress off and your sweet ass on the edge of the bed. All we have time for is for me to drink from your honeycomb, baby.” She lets out a small moan as she does what she is told. When she is spread before me on the bed, I walk up to her, my mouth watering seeing her untethered breast, red and swollen from needing to feed the baby. “They ache, baby?” I ask even though I know the answer.