by MF Isaacs
Now that I knew my baby was growing inside her, I saw the small changes in her body. I noticed her tits were bigger. I saw a softness starting low on her belly, something her athletic body didn’t normally have. And damn if it didn’t turn me on. With her standing before me in only her bra and teeny tiny lace panties, I dropped to my knees kissing where she carried my baby. I spoke straight to my child, “I love you. I don’t even know you yet, but I know my heart grew today because of you. You have the most amazing mom in the whole world. You and me, we are so lucky to have her. Be good to her while you’re in there.”
Since I was down there, I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs. I kept going until I was able to hook my fingers on her skimpy panties. Leaning forward as I slowly pulled them down, I brought my mouth directly to her center. I couldn’t resist sticking my tongue out enough to steal a taste of her. When I felt the tremor of her legs, I pulled away despite her growling in protest. “On the bed. Let me take care of you on the bed.”
I guided her to sit on the edge of the bed and leaned in to kiss her until she was forced to lay back. I took full advantage of her position. I kissed my way from her mouth down the length of her body, hitting as many hot spots as I could on my way to her dripping wet core. Using a little more force than necessary, I spread her legs as wide as they could go. I watched as the lips of her pussy opened, exposing her true core to me. It was fucking perfect; swollen, pink, wet, and mine. I held nothing back, I attacked her pussy. I made love to her using my mouth. She was so fucking wet and I couldn’t get enough. Her arousal dripped down to her ass, I used my fingers to spread her natural lubricant around her tightest hole. Using just my pinky finger, I slowly eased it into her ass as I fluttered my tongue on her clit. As soon as my pinky made it past the ring of muscles she started bucking like a fucking porn star. Her orgasm so wild, it was practically squirting. It was so hot, I shot my load while still fully dressed and with zero friction on my hard cock.
After that, she hit a new level of exhaustion. I quickly tucked her into bed, completely naked. I made sure the hand-me-down bathrobe was close by in case she needed to make a middle of the night bathroom run. I kissed her and then started towards the door.
I was shocked to see that I had slept for twelve hours straight. Which was five hours longer than I would have slept had we gone to Target. Thank god Hannah didn’t have a problem skipping Target. Before getting out of bed I used my phone to check pinterest for ideas on how to ask Hannah to be my maid of honor and for Callie to be a bridesmaid. If I had more time, I would have done something really fun and personalized. But let’s face it, I didn’t have time.
After showering I did light makeup and put my hair in a lose side braid. I figured everyone has probably been awake for hours waiting for me. When I walked into the kitchen, Amy handed me a greeting card that had my name on it written in Cal’s writing. Instantly I was holding back tears and I didn’t even know what the damn card said.
Sierra,
I love you so much. I am the happiest man in the world knowing that you are going to be my wife. I may not be the smartest guy in the world, but I know without a doubt that I am the luckiest. I never, in a million years, thought someone like you would pick someone like me. Thank you.
I don’t know what you need for the wedding, you could wear anything (other than the bikini) to our wedding and still be the most beautiful bride ever. Please use my card to get what you want.
I love you with all my heart.
~Calvin
Amy apparently knew what the card said because she felt the need to let me know, “He really doesn’t care how much you spend, so long as you get what you want. I called the Bridal Boutique and they are expecting us as soon as they open. If we leave now, we can stop to get coffee and muffins or something.”
In the back of my mind, I kept thinking about money. I didn’t want him to buy my dress, what if my perfect dress was expensive. I guess I could always pay off his card for him. I wonder if that will be something he’ll be comfortable with. We’ve obviously talked about having kids, but we haven’t ever really talked about money. Ugh. Whether you had it or not, money wasn’t a topic most people wanted to talk about. I was still lost in thought when Hannah asked if I wanted my normal energy drink spritzer. Crap. She would figure something was up if I declined. My mind was mush, I couldn’t think of anything to say. Thankfully Callie saved me, “Why don’t you come in and pick out what you want?” I just nodded my head and mouthed thank you to her as we climbed out of the car.
The fresh air helped me come up with a solution, “What do you guys want, this is on Cal. He told me to get what I wanted.” And just like that, I was in charge of ordering at which point I could hopefully keep my secret hidden a little longer. I watched Callie, who watched me, I knew she figured it out, thankfully she didn’t call me on it.
The Bridal Boutique was a beautiful shop. I guess it had to be if you wanted people shopping there. It was elegant with a rustic chic vibe. I was instantly in love with the place and the sales lady, Erin, happened to be the owner. She let me look around for a few minutes before asking if I had any idea what kind of dress I was looking for. She could sense that I was overwhelmed and quickly changed tactics as she guided me to the changing room so she could take my measurements. Hannah, Amy, and Callie browsed the shop while Erin took the time to asked all the right questions. One of which was about my bridesmaids. I explained that Hannah and Callie are who I plan to ask, but haven’t done so yet. She smiled before telling me to put the silk robe on and hang tight while she grabbed a few things for me.
She returned with a vintage suitcase as the other sales lady carried in two different dresses which she hung on the barn style door. Erin opened the suitcase, completely ignoring the other lady. Inside, I caught sight of a handful of the ideas I had seen earlier on Pinterest. I couldn’t help it, tears rolled down my face as this complete stranger made it possible for me to do something special for Hannah and Callie as I ask them to be a part of our wedding. I found the cutest little wooden jewelry boxes that said, “I can’t say I DO without you” inside on the lid. She had different colored paint pens that I could use to write either their name or initials on the outer lid. She had several options of jewelry to put inside, I opted for the simple knot ring. So, before I even started trying on dresses, I had both presents ready to go. Erin suggested I give the presents as soon as I pick my dress, she thought it would have more impact on them. Plus, she said if I ask them before I pick mine, they might start looking for theirs.
Erin helped me into the first dress, it’s puffy with lots of fluffy material. It reminded me of a Disney princess dress; off the shoulders and full skirt. I knew instantly it wasn’t the one, but humored Amy, Hannah, and Callie by walking out and standing on the platform for them to see. Thankfully, they agreed. The second, third, and fourth dresses were different styles and I knew instantly I wasn’t willing to wear any of them on my wedding day.
The fifth dress was getting closer to what I felt comfortable in. This one was a little sluttier than I would feel comfortable in, it was halter style and the v in the front went clear down to my belly button. Hannah jumped around swearing this was the one, but I knew I wouldn’t feel comfortable wearing it. Ultimately, Erin appeased Hannah by telling her we’d hold it off to the side in the maybe pile.
The sixth dress was a strapless dress that bunched and gathered ending in a swirl style flower on my hip. I knew it wasn’t the one, but I also was willing to admit that it looked beautiful on me. When I walked out I could see Amy’s eyes welling with tears. I explained my likes and dislikes to the group which sent Erin off in search of something.
The seventh dress wasn’t the one she’d been looking for, but another one she found while looking for the one she had in mind. This one was sweetheart neckline with sheer material that went all the way up to my collarbone. It was sleeveless and the bodice was shimmery. It was beautiful, just not me. Again, everyone agreed.
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rin found the dress she’d been thinking about. It was the eighth dress I tried on. It was the one. It was simple. It was elegant. It was strapless. It was mermaid style. It was perfect. It had a one inch band of crystals around the top, then the crystals cascaded down the dress until they stopped completely at about the knees. Erin knew it the second she saw me look in the mirror. Before letting me walk out, she double checked that I was ready to give Hannah and Callie their gifts.
Amy didn’t even give me the chance to tell her this was the dress. She was already standing beside me hugging me, telling me I was beautiful and how thankful she was that Calvin found me. Hannah stepped up next to hug me, at which point I handed her the box with an H painted in a pale turquoise. As she stepped away to open it, Callie made her way to me, at which point I hugged her. It took her a minute to return the hug, as soon as she did, I handed her the box with a bolder turquoise C painted on it.
Hannah wasn’t surprised, but Callie was shocked that I wanted her to stand up with me. I explained to her that she was family. I also told her that I would be asking Curtis to walk me down the aisle, so Will would be on his own as a guest. She laughed as she fought off the tears that threatened.
Hannah wasn’t wasting any time, she wanted to know if I had a color picked for them to wear. I told her and Callie I didn’t care on color or style. I didn’t even care if they matched. Ultimately, we decided on light purple dresses: short strapless for Callie and long low cut spaghetti strap for Hannah.
Friday, after shopping, I was exhausted. Calvin found me asleep when he got home from work. I don’t know what he had planned for us, but he quickly accepted that I wasn’t going anywhere so he ordered us pizza with the plan to just hang out. Rather than stay in the guest bedroom with a little TV, we moved upstairs to his room where the TV could be seen from the bed.
We sat up in bed and ate pizza. He told me about Steve accepting a position at the dealership and how he and Hannah are planning on moving as soon as the semester ends. He sounded happy for them. He said it would give Steve a good job so he could support his sister. The comment was completely acceptable, given he had no idea that Steve, Curtis, and I had money. Lots of money.
I knew it was time, but just thinking about it made my stomach roll. Another good thing about being in his room, the attached bathroom. As I bent over the toilet for the second day in a row, I prayed that it wasn’t pizza that was making me puke today. It would be a long, miserable pregnancy if I got sick every time I ate pizza. My hair was still braided from this morning, so I didn’t need Cal to hold my hair. Instead, he gently rubbed circles on my back and got me a wet washcloth to clean myself up with. I rinsed my mouth out and thankfully, he had several new toothbrushes I was able to choose from.
He moved the pizza away from the bed and pulled the covers back for me to climb in. Once we were snuggled in comfortably, I sucked in a lung filling breath and shared with him information that very likely could change his view of me or his vision of our marriage. I didn’t know what his opinion was going to be. “I need to tell you somethings before we get married. It isn’t something I’ve ever talked about. For that matter, it isn’t something that Steve or Curtis have talked about either. We’ve only known for approximately five months. When the initial dust settled, we agreed that when one of us wanted to tell someone, the other two had to agree before we could say anything.”
His face was so open and accepting as I spoke. He’ll never know how much courage I took from looking at him as I spoke. “Apparently, when my parents died, we inherited their life insurance. Grandma and Grandpa never told us. They used their own money to raise us. They locked the insurance money into trust accounts for us. We each have our own. The stipulations are that we can have the money when we graduate college or turn 25, whichever comes first.” I could see his wheels turning, so I quickly continued before he could say anything. “I’m not done. We also received life insurance money from Grandma, which is in a certificate of deposit account and Grandpa’s which is spread in several different accounts. Then, apparently, while Grandma was still alive, she hired a bulldog of an attorney and filed a wrongful death suit against Cody and his parents. We had no knowledge of the lawsuit, because they settled out of court. They settled for a lot of money.” I wasn’t sure what his reaction was going to be. On one hand, I didn’t want to tell him dollar amounts if he was going to freak out about me having money. On the other hand, I needed him to understand the magnitude of what I was explaining.
“I had no idea. You understand that I had no idea you had lots of money, right?” He thought that I thought he was with me for my money. I couldn’t help but laugh. Seriously, it wasn’t until I went shopping with his sister that I even bought a name brand item.
“Babe, there is no way you could have known. Steve hasn’t even told Hannah. He will eventually because when we talked about telling you, he admitted he was almost ready to tell Hannah. I think it is important that you know what kind of money I am talking about. The trust that is in my name from my parent’s life insurance, the one that I have to graduate college or turn 25 to have access to, is currently about $950,000. The life insurance money from my grandparents, I have a one year certificate of deposit, which is currently about $275,000, which is from my grandma. Grandpa’s money is split up between a few small certificate of deposits that are short term, intended to mature every month to give me monthly spending money. My monthly spending amount is $10,000 which I have never even come close to spending. That being said, I move everything from my checking into my savings at the end of each month, I have over $70,000 in my everyday checking and savings account. Now, the big one.” I could see his eyes pop at the mention of a big one, as if what I told him is not big enough already. “The wrongful death money is sitting in one trust account for all three of us. We haven’t made any decisions about the funds because, quiet frankly, we don’t need the money at this point. The last statement I got said we’re sitting at about 52.1 million.”
“Holy shit Sierra! That is a lot of fucking money Babe. Seriously. Wow.” I could see his wheels were spinning out of control, just like the three of us experienced when we found out. I gave him a minute to process.
“When we found out, the first thing I told Steve and Curtis was that we needed to go to the bank, I wanted to go for a long run, then I wanted to go on a real vacation with them. We had already agreed to sell my parent’s house, which we ended up donating instead, so we hired someone to finish all the fix-it-up projects and then the three of us took off for vacation. So, I understand that it’s a lot to take in. What I need you to know is that, the money doesn’t define me. Somedays I am glad I have it, other days I forget it’s there. The big thing is Cal, I need to know that you aren’t going to have a problem with the money?”
He looked confused. “Why would I have a problem with the money?”
I smiled knowing I had the perfect example. “You gave me your credit card to buy my wedding dress. I don’t know how much you expected me to spend, but I can guarantee you that I went well over your expected budget. I did so knowing that I could afford it. I did so knowing that I will be paying the credit card off. What I don’t know is if you are going to have an issue with me paying it off?”
“Sierra, I am paying for it.” At which point I could see the light go on as he registered exactly what I meant. Before either of us spoke another word, we watched and waited.
I broke first, “I understand that you want to pay for my dress. Which I was willing to let you do, if I had picked an average dress and spent a reasonable dollar amount. However, I went completely over what one would consider normal, which means I do not want you to pay for my dress.” He tried to interrupt me, “Please, just let me finish. If my parents were still alive, they would be paying for the dress, the ceremony, the reception, the whole thing. So please let me pay for my dress. Tomorrow when we finish making plans, we can talk about who is paying for what.”
“I don’t want the money to be an issue for us.
I also want to feel like I am taking care of you, which includes financially. I am willing to give you the dress, I understand your logic about your parents. If I let you pay for the dress will you let me pay for everything else?” I couldn’t help it, I smiled knowing he was getting the good end of the stick. I didn’t know when I fell in love with the dress that the crystals were Swarovski and hand sewed on. I don’t think anyone ever really thinks they’ll spend over twenty grand on a dress they plan to wear once. I know it was never on my agenda.
Originally, I had planned to take Saturday off work but since I was going to be in Vegas next weekend, I offered to switch shifts with one of our newer salesmen. It was actually easier to find someone to take a Saturday shift than any other day of the week. Honestly, the guy would probably have been perfectly happy working both weekends. He was a newly married guy who was trying to buy his first house. But I didn’t want him, or anyone else, thinking I was taking advantage of being the owner’s son.
Steve agreed to work as well, which I had discovered this week made the days more fun. Kyler was working as well; his job was to gas up and wash the sold cars while the buyers did the sales paperwork. It’s the same job I had while in High School, I loved that job, especially when a sports car sold.
I found Kyler hanging out in the repair shop, flirting with the receptionist. He pushed away from the counter as soon as he saw me coming. I don’t know what he expected me to say, I’d been there and done what he was doing. Sure, I wish I could go back and undo all the women that came before Sierra, but I can’t. Shaking off my thoughts, I made my way over to Kyler. “Hey bro, I just need to talk to you real quick, then you can go back to flirting with what’s her name.”