“You love me, though, goof and all.” Leena isn’t wrong in that either. It’s a nice cool day for Florida, a breeze in the air. The kids can swim in the pool if they want since we decided it’d be a good idea to have the reception here at Bob and Joyce’s. We both wanted something casual while still giving our families a celebration they were hell bent on having. If it were up to us, we’d be back on a vacation without anyone around.
“That I do, baby. Love you more each day.” I kiss her forehead, her arms banding around my waist, mine draped across her shoulder.
“I love you, too, Decker,” she sighs quietly in contentment, though I know her. My wife is gearing up to say something, so I wait, and it doesn’t take long. “What do you think about Deke showing up with a girlfriend?” It’s sad really, almost sucks for the Harts as much as it sucks with us and Elijah, except Deke is willingly staying in Alabama by choice, while Elijah is, well, he’s letting his demons conquer him. That being said, this is only the second time I’ve met him, even with Leena telling me Sunday dinners are not optional to miss unless we’re with my family. Those are Joyce’s words in a from-my-lips-to-God’s-ears statement. Apparently, Deke wasn’t included in that sentiment.
“Not sure. She seems nice enough,” I reply. Leena’s not really looking for my response, only needing to talk to someone about how she’s seeing things.
“Hmm, I’m thinking they barely know each other. I mean, he’s barely touched her, and every time she attempts to touch him or even talk, it’s like he’d rather be anywhere except here with her.” That’s what she was itching to tell me. My woman, observant as ever, not one to be direct, so to speak, unless it’s meaningful.
“I can’t say that I’ve paid a lick of attention to anyone but you, so I’m not the best person to ask. Maybe we should sit back and let Deke do his thing.” I watch as Leena grabs her glass of wine, white this time, and I know I’m in for an amazing night. My wife tipsy on the white grape-enriched drink will have her working my cock all night long.
“That’s the problem. The turd has been doing his own thing, as you call it, for months. I’m ready for my brother to pull his head out of his ass, and if that doesn’t happen soon, he’s going to find my foot up there, too,” Leena puffs out. I hide my chuckle knowing she’ll get pissed at that; instead, I bite my lower lip, which has an effect on my wife like no other. “Don’t you dare give me that right now. Between this”—she swirls her wine glass—“and the way you do that with your mouth, I’ll be ready to leave before we even cut the cake.”
“You act like that’s a bad thing. I know for a fact it was my mouth between your legs this morning while you begged for more.” Heat blazes in her eyes, and I know the effect my words have on her.
“Decker.” Yep, I’d say it’s about time we leave, and soon.
epilogue
LEENA
Six Months Later
“Wow, not one but two?” That’s what Elizabeth, Decker’s mom, says as she looks at the ultrasound picture we handed her. We never really used contraception of any kind from the very beginning. We were of the notion that when it happened, it happened. So, when my period, which is usually on time like clockwork, was three days late, I knew it was time to take an at-home pregnancy test. It was a Saturday morning. Decker was sitting on the front porch, the ceiling fans whirling, keeping a nice breeze blowing along with helping mosquitos stay at bay. I told him what was going on, and it took him two seconds to walk inside, grab the keys to his truck, and we were on our way to the pharmacy, where he proceeded to buy not one pregnancy test but five. I stood in the aisle, fighting a laugh, because this go around it was him who was a goof.
The cashier at the register smiled when she saw the tests and three bottles of water that went along with our purchases. Decker had me drink on the way home until I was bursting. The second we were back in the garage, I was jumping out of the truck, bee-lining it for the hall bathroom with the bags flapping in my hands behind me. Just as I was slamming the door shut, pulling my shorts and panties down, Decker made an appearance. We had words. He wasn’t budging, so he got a front row seat of me peeing on a stick. Men, I swear. Oh well, it’s not like he wouldn’t see even more while I give birth anyways. When the first, second, and third tests came back positive, I put my foot down on the fourth and fifth. A bit overkill, sure, but there was nothing left in me to even think about doing the final two.