Let Me Stay

“Brynn?” the judge questions me.

“Yes. Brendan, thank you for loving me. I love you more than I can say. I’ve always said that time has nothing to do with love. Two seconds, or two thousand years, it takes just the right amount of time to grow. Though two seconds was closer to the mark for us, I know that I am going to love you forever. I look forward to all my firsts with you, only you. You are my heart, my soul, my love, and my life. Always and forever,” I say, sniffling. Brendan dips his head to kiss me.

“Now, now. I am not there yet,” the judge says, laughing. “The wedding ring is a symbol of married love and life. The gold of your rings shows that your love is your most precious possession, and the unending circle symbolizes that your love never ceases,” the judge continues. “Brendan, as you place the ring on Brynn’s finger, please repeat after me: Brynn, I give you this ring, as a symbol of my love. I ask you to wear it as a sign to the world that you are my wife. With this ring, I thee wed.”

“Brynn, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love. I ask you to wear it as a sign to the world that you are my wife. With this ring, I thee wed,” Brendan repeats, his voice full of emotion. The way he says “my” has me shivering.

“Brynn, as you place the ring on Brendan’s finger, please repeat after me: Brendan, I give you this ring, as a symbol of my love. I ask you to wear it as a sign to the world that you are my husband. With this ring, I thee wed.”

“Brendan, I give you this ring, as a symbol of my love. I ask you to wear it as a sign to the world that you are my husband. With this ring, I thee wed,” I repeat.

“May your love be one based on freedom. For though our hands may touch, it is our hearts that hold. You did say I could get a little religious, so here it goes. Love never fails. It sets you free. It allows all things to be possible. Brendan and Brynn, through your words today, you have joined together in matrimony. So, by the power vested in me by the great state of Florida, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride, again,” the judge says, concluding our ceremony with a flourish.

We kiss, probably our most chaste one yet, and sign our marriage license. Fridays in Key West are lazy days, so they get it filed and give us our certified copy on the spot.

I can’t believe I just got married. I am still in shock. I am so glad I made it through the ceremony without breaking down, but now that we are married, I can’t stop crying. While we are happy as can be right now, we know our mothers are absolutely going to fucking kill us. Going home on Sunday night was needed after such a perfect, busy weekend. Work tomorrow is going to suck, but have I mentioned how much I love my husband?

Chapter 17

Brendan

It has been a few days since we got back from Florida, and we have not told anyone about the baby or getting married. My wife. My wife. My pregnant wife. Maybe if I say it enough, I will finally believe it. Believe my luck that this beautiful woman is now my wife, and she is going to be the mother of my child. I am in my office, finishing up some paperwork when there is a knock at my door.

“You know you do not have to knock, Bart,” I say, laughing because there is no one else it can be, yet he insists on knocking. Neither one of us is in any rush to hire more staff.

“Are you guys busy? Should I come back?” Brynn asks. I look up to find my wife standing just inside the doorway.

“No, of course not. Come in,” I say walking to her. We kiss briefly, and I lead her further into my office.

“Wait, Brendan.” The way she says my name, it is like a whisper. I know that whisper. I crave that whisper. That’s the whisper that makes me rock hard. That whisper tells me everything I need to know about what’s about to happen between us. She wants to be fucked, and I am the only man who will ever do that to her. Ever. Just the thought of that makes my blood sing. The fucking caveman inside me is in full force right now.

“Yes, Brynn?” Moving toward her, I back her toward the desk until her ass meets the edge of it. She is wearing a dress that she has no business wearing in public. “Do you need something from me?” I ask huskily.