Frankie's Bride
With minimal effort, I have on her flat on her back, thighs spread wide. Gripping my hard cock, I tease her folds and tap it on her clit before sliding into her slowly.
“Frankie,” she moans. “I fucking love you.”
“I love you too,” I growl as I pound in and out of her tight, wet, slit.
Her muscles are squeezing the fuck out of my cock and it’s amazing. I thought it was perfect before, but this is something else entirely. It’s like everything is extremely intensified and it’s almost too much. When I come, Polly screams another orgasm.
After, she’s laying in my arms, but I can hear her sniffling. I can handle a lot of things, but crying women make me feel helpless. Working in the hospital, I feel that a lot and I fucking hate it.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit. Tell me.”
“It’s stupid,” she says full blown crying now.
“If you are crying over it, it’s something. How can I fix it if you don’t tell me the problem?”
“What if I get as big as you did? What if you don’t love me anymore because I’m a fucking giant.”
“You’re right. That is stupid,” I deadpan.
“W-what?” she asks hiccupping.
“Polly, what you don’t seem to understand and this love between us transcends all of that shit. I wouldn’t care if you were seventy feet tall and seven thousand pounds. I love you for you. I am drawn to you by the universe, but I am keeping you because I need you. Your looks, though I think you are beyond beautiful, have absolutely nothing to do with it. I dreamt of you before I met you. In the dream I couldn’t save you and I woke up grieving. It’s you, Pollyanna. It’s always going to be you.”
Her tears have stopped and she’s kissing me all over my face.
“You are the most amazing man I have ever met, Frankie. I don’t deserve you,” she says resuming her kisses.
“You deserve everything. It’s I who don’t deserve someone so pure. So kind, generous, caring.”
“Okay, how about we not deserve each other, together,” she says giggling.
“Sounds perfect,” I say moving over her again.
As I slide into her welcome heat again, I realize what a lucky fucking man I am. Suddenly, I am a firm believer in things happening for a reason and everything that’s happened in the last ten years brought me to her and how can be mad about that? She is the reason I exist and that’s pretty fucking magical.
Christmas can’t come soon enough, to be honest. I am more than ready to be her husband. Knowing that we are well on our way to building our family makes me the happiest fucking man in the world.
Epilogue
Polly
Seven Months Later
“Camping? We’re going camping. Like outside?” I ask incredulously. I hate outdoor activities. I’m definitely more of an indoor girl.
“Well, no. Not exactly,” Frankie says laughing. “I rented a luxurious cabin. Isla and Harper are going to be there too.”
“Fine. I’ll go. When are we leaving?”
“Now. We are all set. You just need some clothes and your belly pillow,” he says.
Oh, right. My belly pillow. I am still super-duper pregnant with our son whom we’ve decided to name Frederick. This should be so fun.
“It will be fun, I promise,” Frankie says reading my thoughts.
“We’ll see,” I giggle and get to work gathering a couple of days’ worth of clothes for us while he gets the only pillow I can sleep with.
When we are ready, we get in his truck, and make the forty-five-minute drive out to the cabin. When we park, I’m floored.
“This is where we are staying,” I ask shocked.
“Yep.”
“It’s glamping, not camping. Now this I can get behind.”
We get settled in and head out to the blazing bonfire. I am exhausted. This pregnancy is kicking my ass, but I can’t wait to hold Freddy. I am going to be a mom soon and I haven’t been preparing for it. I have read all the books, but I don’t think the baby books are going to teach me the things I really need to know.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks me as I build my s’more.
“Freddy. I want him to get here already.”
“He’ll be here soon,” he says placing his hand on my belly. At that moment, Freddy chooses to kick up a storm.
“I know, but it’s not soon enough,” I pout.
“It’ll be here before you know it. I promise. You won’t even remember this time.”
“Have you been talking to your mom again?” I ask laughing.
“And yours.”
“I see that they have been offering you some advice.”
“They did.”
“This is so yummy.”
I eat my delicious treat, but then I can’t stop yawning.
“Let’s get you to bed, baby.”
“No one else is coming inside.”
“They will soon. I promise.”
“Fine,” I say gratefully.
He helps me up out of my chair and after saying goodnight, he leads me hand in hand into the cabin. I take a quick shower and crawl into bed.