Phoenix Rising

"It's just a loan. Something borrowed. But I think someone else sent you something blue…"

She handed me a box and I smiled. I knew it was from Clint. There was a little card on top that just said 'Can't wait to make you mine.' I opened the box and gasped.

A pair of stunning earrings sat on a bed of black velvet. They were big diamond studs with detachable sparkling sapphire teardrops, encrusted with smaller diamonds.

My cowboy had gone all out with his wedding gift.

"These must have cost more than his truck!"

My mother's eyes twinkled as she helped me put them on.

"That man loves you something awful, Phee."

My eyes were watering up as I stared at the earrings in the mirror. They matched the color of my eyes exactly. I wondered how he had pulled that off?

My man was a miracle worker.

"You ready, sweetheart?"

I nodded and my mom checked the hallway. "All clear. Your escort awaits." She laughed, shaking her head as she picked up her shawl and headed out. "All three of them!"

I picked up my bouquet of white roses and daisies, stepping out into the hallway. There stood three of the best-looking men in Tennessee, or Texas. Hell, I was pretty sure they were the best looking men in the country, if not the entire world.

Minus one of course.

All three of my cousins had insisted on walking me down the aisle, even Jake. And all three of them were wearing custom fit suits in a dark gray, with blue ties. I knew Clint had one too. I'd picked them out myself.

I smiled happily, not sure whose arm to take. Jake and Daniel rolled their eyes as Jackson shoved his elbow out.

"Age before beauty?"

Daniel laughed at Jake's joke. I offered him my other arm. Jake shook his head and stepped behind me.

"That's alright. I can bring up the rear."

Daniel nudged me and whispered "That's what she said!" I snorted as we stepped into the church doorway. The crowd turned and saw a cackling bride and three massive galloots walking her down the aisle.

What nobody knew, other than my mother and Clint, was that there was a fifth Delancey walking down that aisle with us. That’s right. We’d been rolling the dice all year without protection and finally come up snake eyes.

The bride had a bun in the oven.

Clint was beaming with pride as my cousins placed my hand in his. I noticed that Jackson glared at the groom as he handed me over. He still didn’t trust Clint. If Jackson had any idea that I was pregnant at my own wedding, he would have gone through the roof. I bit my lip, hiding a secret smile. I had to remember not to rest my hand on my belly, as I had been doing lately. It wasn’t a conscious thing. I was just holding my baby.

The preacher kept the ceremony light. Clint squeezed my hand now and then, as we stole heated glances at each other. My whole family had been around all week so we hadn't had more than a few moments together.

To make it worse, my cousin's had insisted he stay in a hotel. They kept saying it was only proper. The truth was, I was pretty sure they just wanted to torture him.

Clint told me he was going to burst into flames if he didn't get under my dress right after the ceremony. I had laughed, thinking it was a joke. But I stole a glance down to the front of his jacket, where there was an oversized bulge.

My eyes widened just as the preacher asked me if I took Clint to be my lawfully wedded husband. I'd gotten distracted at the pivotal moment! I sputtered out a yes and Clint rolled his eyes heavenward. He was loud and sure as he said his 'I do's'. The preacher pronounced us man and wife as the crowd hooted and hollered. Then we were kissing before I knew what happened.

I felt his hardness against my belly while he kissed me long and hard. I had a feeling he hadn't been joking about getting busy after the ceremony. We were going to have to wait to join our guests for cocktails and dancing. Not that I could drink with my tiny passenger on board. My thoughtful groom had taken care of that too, making sure there were plenty of bottles of sparkling apple cider on hand so I could look like I was having champagne with everyone else.

And just like that, it was over.

Clint lifted me up and carried me out of the church and into the limo outside. We didn't even throw the confetti.

It was a short drive to the reception hall but Clint told the driver to take the scenic route. He spent the whole ride buried between my thighs. First with his tongue and then with his manhood.