Hold On

“I’ll give you hold on.” He comes into the kitchen, his jaw tight as he steps behind me, giving my already sore rear end a swat.

“Okay, I’m ready.” I turn and he runs his hand over my round belly.

“You are getting there.” His hard look softens as he rubs a circle on my bulging midsection.

“That I am. Is your mom all set?”

“Yes, she’s got Winny out front on the swing.”

I waddle down the hall with Marshall close behind and grab my backpack off the kitchen table as we go.

As we make our way down the porch steps, Myra Marshall’s mom waves and calls out, “Good luck!”

Buddha raises his head from his place on the grass in front of the swing set to give me his own sort of supportive look. He’s great with Winny and has become a lot more mellow with people in general over the past couple of years.

“Thank you,” I answer, listening to Winny laugh as her grandmother pushes her higher on the swing.

Myra smiles as we walk past. “Why do you look so nervous? You haven’t gotten less than an A on any exam so far.” She’s been amazing to me. I’m so lucky she accepted me immediately and has become a new mother in every way that matters.

I nod. “I know. I just always think I’m not prepared enough.”

“You’re going to do fine,” Marshall whispers, his hand coming to the small of my back as he leads me to the running SUV.

He drives me to all my exams and waits for me while I take them. It’s one of the many ways he supports me in everything.

We both wanted to start our family right away, which we did. I was pregnant when we came home from Lake Tahoe, and Winny was born nine months later.

Even with being pregnant and my mom duties, I’ve managed to get A’s in all my classes. Marshall does everything he can to make sure my dream to become a vet will come true.

He’s the most amazing husband and father, and his love and obsession for me hasn’t faded. The things he will do to ensure my happiness know no bounds, and he spoils me unlike anything I could have dreamed of.

“See you in a couple hours,” he calls to his mom and Winny as he opens the car door and I slip into the seat. He reaches over and buckles me in, giving me a quick, soft kiss, then leaning down to my ear. “You’re going to feel me with you, aren’t you?”

My cheeks warm as I nod. “Yes. My rear end is still warm, and my panties are soaked with you.”

“Good girl,” he mouths, then shuts the door carefully before coming around and getting in on his side.

He loves that I have my own ambition and helps me however he can. But he’s also a possessive, jealous man and likes to remind me who I belong to when I head to class, usually making sure his cum is either in my pussy, spread over my tits, or filling my belly before I leave the house.

The first year, he followed me around campus making sure every male knew I was off-limits. He even squared off with one of my professors when he saw him looking at my ass as I walked out of biology class.

I finger the diamond and ruby pendant he put around my neck the day we came home from our honeymoon, which started in Paris and ended three weeks later in Aruba. Wherever I wanted to go, Marshall catered to my every wish and whim. He said he loved making love to me in new cities and countries, so even the planet would know wherever we were, he loved me and nothing would ever change that.

What I didn’t know about the necklace until a few months later is that inside it there is a microprocessor that sends out a signal so Marshall can always know where I am. The situation with Carver left him deeply fearful that something would happen to me, and I get it.

I figured out what was going on when he kept turning up in places where I was without me having told him beforehand. At first, I was a little miffed, but seeing the concern in his eyes, I knew it was just another way he loved me. And besides, truth is, I feel so safe with him it only makes me freer.

Carver was convicted on all counts and is serving a minimum of fourteen years before he will be eligible for parole. Marshall’s already talked about what he intends to do if Carver ever comes near me again, and I only hope that in the end, his obsession with me will fade, whatever it was.

I know Marshall will never do anything that will risk him being taken from me, but I also know with the money we have, it’s possible to make a man like Carver disappear and not have it lead back to Marshall. All I know is I want to live my life and let Carver live his and never have them cross again.