“Do you, Frisco Arrington, take Libby Rain to be your wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”
Frisco doesn’t even hesitate, and I can feel the love emanating from his huge form as he growls, “Yes.”
Pastor Ed turns to me, a knowing smile on his face. “Do you, Libby Rain, take Frisco Arrington to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”
Tears fill my eyes as a gentle smile takes over my lips. “I do,” I reply, squeezing Frisco’s hands.
“Then,” Pastor Ed continues majestically, “by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride.”
Frisco takes my face in his hands, leans forward, and presses his lips to mine. I lean into the kiss, basking in the applause and cheers from the audience, and enjoy the feeling of that possessive mouth against mine. This is what this was all leading to, and at this moment, I couldn’t be happier.
We’re all but swept up in the crowd after that, and the reception itself is a blur. Everyone flocks around us to congratulate me on the baby and my new husband, and it’s a while before we even make it to the dining room. It’s not until I’m seated at the table, with Frisco standing next to me to give his speech, that I’m finally able to catch my breath.
I listen to him with an amused smile on my face as he speaks. My gorgeous husband wrote this speech last night, and it had him up until the wee hours, but his words are sincere and fill me with love. He looks at me, and there are tears in those blue eyes.
“Lastly, I want to thank my new wife, Mrs. Libby Arrington. I’ve loved you since the day I’ve met you, and today you’ve made me the luckiest man in the world.” I slip my hand into his, looking up at him with adoration from the table. “You’re the mother of my child,” Frisco continues, “and since we’re all here today, I think this is as good a time as any to announce that we’ve decided to name our daughter Kona, which is a special type of coffee from the mountains of Hawaii. Although you may not know, it’s actually a discussion about coffee that brought us together the first time. Libby,” he growls, looking at me like I’m the only person in the room, “I love you, and I’m so incredibly lucky to have you as my wife.”
I stand up to kiss him as the room erupts into applause again, and as we’re sitting down, I manage to get close enough to murmur in his ear, “Meet me in the hallway when you get a chance. I want to show you something, husband-mine.”
Frisco raises his dark eyebrows, but doesn’t question it. As the reception goes on and the guests start to eat, I slip out under the pretense of going to the bathroom. Out in the hallway, I find a secluded nook away from the rest of the crowd, and there I wait for my new husband. It isn’t long before the gorgeous man arrives, blue eyes glowing. “I have to admit, Libby,” he growls, pulling me against him, “you’ve piqued my interest.”
“Let’s hope so,” I giggle, “considering I bought this for you.” With one surreptitious glance around to make sure no one is watch, I grab the hem of my wedding dress and lift it up. My pregnant belly is on full display, but that’s not the point.
Frisco’s eyes drift lower, past the swell of my stomach, and settle on the crotchless white latex panties I’m wearing under my gown. “Holy shit, Libs,” he says, his whole face lighting up. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”
“I figured it would be a nice tribute,” I giggle again, winking at him. “No one will see these but you, and I couldn’t wait to show them to you.” After all, Club Om might be in the past now, but there’s something deliciously naughty about referencing it on the day of our wedding.