Double Daddy Trouble
“Oh, stop. I’m pregnant. I look like a white balloon. Or a snowball,” I giggled.
“Nah. You look radiant. The baby’s giving you a nice glow. I promise,” he said.
“Is everyone ready out there?” I asked, more seriously this time. Jeff nodded and leaned forward to kiss the top of my head through the veil.
“Yep. Everyone is seated and waiting for the ceremony to begin,” he told me.
“How does it look? How are the flowers?” I asked, biting my lip. I was dying to see the final plan.
“Beautiful. The lilies arrived just in time and the head florist showed with them to arrange them and oversee it all herself,” he said. “The band is playing soft music, everyone is quiet but whispering to each other. Aunt Nancy hasn’t tried to throttle Uncle Mark yet, so all is well on that front,” he added, laughing.
“Ugh, our family better keep their shit together at least for one day,” I said, rolling my eyes. Then I turned to my cousins, my Aunt Brenda, and Anna Kate, who was my maid of honor.
“Are you all ready?” I asked.
They nodded, grinning happily. Aunt Brenda was already crying, which was to be expected. Just then, I heard the sound of the bridal march starting up outside. I let out a squeal of nerves and excitement.
“Okay, everyone. Places,” announced Jeff. Everyone rushed out of the room to start walking, and Jeff took my arm. He looked down at me happily. “You ready, sis?”
I nodded, desperately trying to keep my emotions in check. “Let’s go.”
Jeff walked me down the aisle, and of course, as soon as I saw the love-struck look on Bruin’s face, I burst into tears. Oh well. It was to be expected. After all, I was marrying the love of my life.
Two days later, we were adrift on the Pacific. Mirabella had been sold to my brother, and in her place, Bruin had bought an even bigger, more impressive yacht. I had told him that it was too much, that with Emma and the new baby we didn’t need something so big and luxurious. We were going to be so busy. When would we get the chance to go sailing? But Bruin was stubborn, and he bought the boat just the same. We named it Cassandra Hope, after my mother. I wished that she could have been there on my wedding day, to see me marry the man of my dreams. But I had a feeling that wherever she was, she was watching me. Happy. Proud. Smiling down at us and the little family we were building together.
“I’m so torn,” I said, looking over at Bruin. We were lying on the top deck together, snuggled up close under the stars.
“About what?” he asked.
“On the one hand, I miss Emma and I wish she was here with us. But on the other hand, I’m going to enjoy having a whole week to ourselves here,” I told him. He smiled and kissed me.
“I know what you mean. But I can’t wait to have you all to myself. It’ll be just like that first week we spent together at sea. You remember?” he said slyly. I blushed.
“How could I ever forget?” I said, grinning. “That was only the hottest week of my entire life. No big deal. Sorry this time around I’m all big and pregnant.”
“Sorry?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, don’t be sorry. You’ve never been sexier to me. That baby is proof of our love. Our passion.”
“If you say so,” I said, laughing and patting my stomach. He leaned over and kissed me harder, his hands roving down my body, caressing my swollen breasts.
“Oh. I definitely say so,” he growled. “And don’t worry, we have forever to spend together. We’ll take Emma with us on the next sailing trip. But for now? I’m going to make the most of this honeymoon.”
“I love you,” I said, tracing his powerful jaw with my finger.
He kissed me. “I love you, too, Jillian. More than anything in this world.”
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