His Easter Bride - Hoppily Ever After

“You look good holding him,” I tell her looking down at my whole world. His little head is on her bare chest. She whispers promises to him and all I can do is look on in awe.

“It felt like it took forever for him to actually get here, but now that he is, I know the time will pass quickly.”

“I’ve heard that as well,” I say, wishing it weren’t true.

“What shall we call him?” she asks, looking up at me. We waited to choose a name because she wanted to meet him first.

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

“Rasul, after your father.”

“He’ll make a fine Rasul. He is the future of this country. We are raising a little Sheik.”

“I know. I couldn’t be prouder. He has an excellent example, my love.”

“I vow to teach him everything I know. I’ll teach our daughters too.”

“I know, husband. I know.”

We spend another few days in the hospital before returning to the palace. I thank God every single day that I was in Athens at the same time she was. He put her in my path, and I took full advantage of that. We were destined to be together, come hell or high water. I knew she was mine the moment I laid eyes on her and now that she’s mine I’ll never let her go. I often think back on our wedding day. She was beyond beautiful as she walked to me. She was positively glowing with confidence. I couldn’t wait for the ceremony to begin. I kissed her as soon as she took my hands. In that moment I knew death was going to be the only way out of this for either one of us. I find myself praying that it never does, but when it does, I pray I go first because I know I can’t live without her.

Every day with her has been better than the last and I am thankful she took a chance with a stranger. Finding her took forever but once I did loving her was the easy part. She’s my soulmate, my match, my queen in every way.

The future didn’t hold much promise until her. My gorgeous, curvy Easter bride has proven to me that love exists, and it comes swiftly. I only had to do a little stalking to make her mine.

Epilogue

Heather

Ten Years Later

All this time and I love him more than I did the first time I saw him. Five kids later, we still find time just for ourselves. With my sisters and their families in the palace, there is always someone available to watch the kids so we can sneak off. This is one of those times. We are taking the weekend and visiting Greece where Omar’s obsession with me began only this time I am already his. We walk hand in hand down the streets of Athens back to our hotel after dinner. The guards are a respectful distance behind us, but close enough if anything happens.

“My feet are killing me,” I say laughing. I had a little too much Ouzo at dinner and I’ll admit that I am drunk. He hides it well, but he is too. Now that I now he’s here to protect me, I allow myself to drink every once in a while. Internally, I giggle at the thought of my big strong man being taken down by one little glass of the Ouzo.

“We’ll be there soon, wife,” he replies, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“I never should have worn these heels.” Thankfully, we are only about two doors down from the hotel.

As soon as we are safely in our room, I kick the offending shoes away and lie down on the bed still in my dress. Omar takes my feet in his hands and rubs them. Moaning, I relish in the feel of his strong hands.

“Let’s get you out of that dress, Heather,” he says, helping me back onto my feet.

“Mmm, sounds good,” I moan as he unzips my dress. It pools at my feet. He takes my bra off and kneels in front of me, pulling my panties down my legs. I step out of them and the dress before falling backwards onto the bed when he lightly pushes me. Giggling, I bounce once before settling. I watch with rapt attention as he strips slowly. I lick my lips when his cock bounces free and hits his belly. Man, I never get tired of how big he is or how skilled he is.

“On your knees, my queen. Show me that ass,” he growls. I scramble to do his bidding. When I am in position, I shake my ass for him, getting him all riled up. Standing behind me, he slaps my right cheek before doing the same to the left. I moan as his hand comes down on my ass over and over. I know from experience how red it’s going to be and that turns me on even more.