“It’s so beautiful and… exactly what I’ve always wanted from an engagement ring. It’s not too big, but the diamond is gorgeous. It’s like you crept inside my brain and took the ring right out of my mind’s eye. You’re perfect”, she exclaims, never taking her eye off of her new jewelry.
“Nothing is too good for my girl.”
Finally, the ceremony finishes without a hitch and thankfully, our engagement wasn’t upstaged. It was a minor worry of mine. The room disperses quickly, leaving Kayla and I behind, in an odd experience. We wanted to leave first, and end up being pushed to the back of the crowd. I feel a hand land on my shoulder and turn me around.
“CONGRATS, YOU TWO”, Chief Harrington roars. “I’m glad everything went well, but I do have some… I’ll call it news. Two police officers being married to each other, it’s an unusual situation. Not unheard of, it’s happened here and there, but it’s the first time I’m having to deal with it, as a Chief.”
My encounters with Chief Harrington always seems to be riddled with unnecessary suspense. He has a habit of making bad news sound like good news and vice versa. That said, he also has a habit of being annoyingly dramatic. So waiting to hear the “news” he has for us, has me clenching every muscle in my body.
“Consider this my wedding present”, he announces, alleviating all of my worries. “Being the puppet master that I am, I will do you two the favor of pulling some more strings to make sure you”, he says pointing at Kayla, “end up at the same precinct as your future husband here.”
Kayla squeals with happiness and gives Chief Harrington a hug so powerful that it puts his to shame. She nearly lifts the large man off his feet, thanking him over and over.
“It’s no problem. Zach has been telling me how hard it has been not being able to see each other so often. The least I could do as Chief and friend is make sure that you two are happy and seeing each other as much as you need.”
I pat Chief on his back. “You’re the best. Thank you for everything.”
Kayla also thanks him and we start making our way towards my car.
The Chief leaves us with some echoing parting words. “Distance wouldn’t really be a problem if you two were living together, though.”
Chapter Twenty-Two - Kayla
“So what do you think about what The Chief said? Would you want to move in? I remember we had a short chat about it all those months ago, but now that we’re engaged…”, Zach pauses and chuckles. “I’m sorry. You just graduated. We just got engaged. We can save this for another time.”
He’s always so careful about what he says, and how it could come off to others. There’s no need for that anymore.
“Zach, let’s talk about it. What time would be better than now?”
He nods and asks his question again. “Would you want to move in?”
Before he can even finish asking me, I give him my answer. “Yes. A million times, yes. I would love to move in with you and share a home with you. It’s not even a question. Besides, it’d be best if the two of us lived under the same room so we could raise our baby properly.”
A quick look of shock appears on Zach’s face, as if he had forgotten about the baby deforming my body to a round shape.
“Right”, he sighs. “Are you… worried at all? In a matter of months, you’re going to be a new person in three ways. You’ll be a police officer, a wife, and a mother. That’s scary, isn’t it?”
It is scary.
Life has been a roller coaster up until this point. Most people my age would say something along those lines if they were asked about their lives. But if I think about what’s coming next, I realize that the roller coaster is barely about to reach its initial drop. I’ve never been a mother. I’ve never been someone’s wife. Being a uniformed police officer is the only thing I have any sort of preparation in.
“You’re right, Zach. I’m scared. But… I’m also ready to take on any challenge. I’ve come a long way since you told me I wasn’t responsible enough to get into a police academy.”
He interrupts my train of thought. “You are going to let me live that down one day, right?”
“One day, yes. Just not any day soon. Now as I was saying, I do think… I’m different now. I’m not just talking out of my ass, I do think I can take anything on now. I’ve already thought about how I’ll go about the next few months of my life. I’ll work on the force until my maternity leave and take some time off until our little baby is old enough to go to daycare. Then I’ll go right back to making my dad proud.”
As much as I claim that I became a police officer to make my father proud, I’m starting to lean towards the idea that I really did it to make something of myself. I didn’t have very many prospects in my life, social or career-related. My father always had tons of friends and was proud of the life he spent working as a protector. So my desire to become a police officer was more about wanting to be like him, as opposed to wanting to make him proud posthumously.
“Ford would be proud of you”, Zach says, dropping my father’s name nonchalantly.
Ford. Dad. The man I owe my life to.
I look up at Zach for reassurance. “You really think so?”
“Of course. I’m proud of you. I’m sure wherever he is, he’s crying tears of joy, proud to have a daughter doing so much with her life in such a short amount of time. Kayla, it’s been half a year, and you’ve got a really rewarding career, a baby on the way, and you’ll have a new home. That’s insane. Your dad would have thought the same. He’s proud of you”, he assures me. “He’s proud.”
“You know, I wouldn’t be here without you. And I mean that in more ways that one”, I joke, holding my extended belly. I look to Zach to see if I got a reaction out of him and see him trying to hold back some laughter. “Really though, honey. I’m going to be the wife of a wonderful husband, father, and detective. I don’t have a single doubt about that.”
Zach grabs a hold of my hand and helps me into his car. We drive to his apartment to take an early break from the busy and significant day we’ve had together.
Everything seems different now.
The way Zach moves and interacts with me is much less sexually charged and more lovingly. It seems as though he’s floating on air. When we arrive at our destination, he effortlessly whisks me up from the passenger’s seat. With my body in the shape it is, walking up all of the stairs it takes to get to Zach’s apartment seems like a daunting task, but the stairs seems to disappear around us, leaving us to float up to the third floor. Zach leads me up through the air to the third floor where he delicately helps me stay flat on my feet.
I follow him to his bedroom where he sits me down on the giant bed I’ve missed so much. Without even asking him to, he takes my shoes off and starts massaging my sore feet.
“I hope you’re ready for daily foot rubs, darling”, he comments as he kisses my knee.
“I can definitely get used to this.”
His fingers dig deep into my body, and start to crawl up past my feet, underneath my gown. I feel Zach’s hands move up to my thighs and his lips softly landing in my inner thighs.
“You don’t have to eat me out, Zach. I’m pretty sure this giant belly isn’t the most attractive thing to have to look at while you’re going down on someone”, I warn him. “Thank you, though.”
He looks up at me, confused. “Well, is there something else you’d prefer?”
My mouth stretches to a delighted smile and opens to give my dear Zach some directions. “Help me get naked.”
Zach gets up from his knees and undresses me carefully. He runs his hands down each part of my body he disrobes, leaving some kisses as he desires. Once I’m fully stripped, I move up on the bed and turn on my left side.
“Come spoon me.”
Before joining me in bed, Zach gets naked and takes out some lubricant from his bedside table.
“Is this okay”, he asks.
I nod joyfully, turned on by his enthusiasm and eagerness to enter
me. I raise my right leg and gently play with myself while Zach strokes his cock with a good amount of lubricant. He uses the remaining lube to open my pussy and slide two fingers in. It’s heaven. It’s been months since Zach has been inside me. Maybe it’s his new title as my fiancee that revs my motors up, but with just two fingers, Zach is able to turn me on enough to deem the lube useless. My body is ready for him. It’s been ready for him for months.
He enters me slowly and pulls me closer by my hips. Having gone months without his cock inside me, the initial penetration was painful even with all of the lube that was used. I ask him to go as deep as he possibly can and stay there motionless, in an attempt to get used to the girth of his cock once again.
“Let me know if you need me to stop”, he offers.
“Just be gentle with me. There’s a baby on board”, I joke.
I hear him chuckle and then take a deep sniff of the back of my neck. As he does this, he pushes his cock so deep into me that I feel his balls pressing tightly against my pussy. He makes blood flow to his cock, making it engorge and stretch the walls of vagina. I feel complete with his penis buried in me. The intensity I feel emanating from his crotch makes my heart beat so quickly and so hard that I notice it being forceful enough to make my tits bounce ever so slightly with each beat of my heart.
“You can fuck me if you want.”
With pleasure, Zach starts sliding his cock out of me and shoving it back it. My pussy gripped him in such a heavenly way, almost conforming perfectly to his veiny shaft. I ask him to fuck me harder and he enthusiastically obliges. I feel a shiver shoot up my spine, making my hole tighten around him even more. Zach grabs a handful of my hair and starts to fuck me at his usual savage pace. With his free hand, I feel Zach grab a hold of my tits.
“Damn. These grew, didn’t they?”
I hadn’t thought about it much, but it is typical for breasts to grow during pregnancy. They certainly look bigger in Zach’s hands now than they did before. His grasp on my tit grows tighter, as he fucks me as if he’d never get another chance to.
His hands move from my chest down to my stomach. I look down and, for a moment, feel self conscious. My pregnant belly is huge; the skin stretched thin and tight, reaching out past the confines of my body. But this wave of self consciousness wears off quickly. The impact of Zach’s hips repeatedly slamming against mine shakes me from my insecure trance.
The pressure inside me is staggeringly immense, pressing hard against my shut cervix. This sensation grows stronger with each drilling thrust Zach delivers. He smashes his spongy head into my deepest depths, making me cry out and scream his name.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, was that too hard”, he worriedly asks me.
“A little bit. But don’t stop”, I beg as I gasp for air.
I bite my lip, and endure more of Zach’s forceful but satisfying thrusts into me. It’s an addiction. I manage to keep myself from screaming, even though each time Zach plunges his cock into me, it hits my cervix. I don’t want him to stop though, and I fear that another pained yell will cause him to worry. The last thing I want is to do anything that’ll keep him from filling me up with the semen I’ve been craving for the better half of a year.
It felt like destiny when he began undressing me and now I’m about to reach an orgasm of epic proportions. The second I feel my body start to tense, I know just how life changing this climax is going to be. I beg Zach to fuck me like he hates me, and when he does, my eyes are forced to the back of my head by the euphoria ripping through every inch of my mortal vessel. My legs began to spasm and I couldn’t help but think that I looked like a person who has having a seizure but only from the waist down. The rest of my body has to look more like it’s going through a horror movie type possession.
My seizing ends with a drawn out sigh that I have to assume is my soul escaping my body.
“That was amazing”, Zach whispers. “You clenched your pussy so tight, you nearly ripped my dick in half. It felt incredible. But now it’s my turn to cum.”
I grab the pillow I’m resting my head and push it close enough to my face that I could bite down on it to suppress my screaming from what was sure to be a merciless fucking. He grabs my hips with both hands and uses his cock like a jackhammer, quickly and powerfully stretching out my hole.
Needless to say, Zach seems to be enjoying pounding me until I lose all sensation in my body. To both of our satisfaction, he uses me like a sex doll. After putting so much work into making me climax, he’s able to free himself and fuck me like the unrestrained, feral animal he is underneath his cool demeanor. His ferociousness almost has me thinking that he’s moments away from a gruesome transformation into a werewolf. He starts to growl, and move his body more recklessly as he nears the explosive finish.
I have an out of body experience as Zach finishes. I’m somehow able to step out of my body and watch Zach drain his balls into my pussy. Once. Twice. And a third, final time. Even though I feel as though I can watch the culmination of our sex session, I can also feel the cum being pumped into my pussy, delightfully filling me to capacity. Just how I like it.
With one jerk of his body, Zach pulls his throbbing cock out of my pussy and rests on his back. This swift, forceful act sends me back into my body, though it’s a body I can’t control. Zach nearly fucked all of the life out of me, leaving me trapped in a vessel that has been fucked to the point of exhaustion.
Zach sits up looking as red as a lobster and offers to get me a drink of water from the kitchen.
“...Ye... Yes… Please”, I mumble with whatever strength is lying dormant in my body. He smiles and walks away.
I’m able to lie down flat on my back and look up at the popcorn ceiling of Zach’s apartment. I see stars. Green and purple stars appearing and disappearing from my sight, somehow blending in with the colorless ceiling. Alone on the bed, I feel my body transcending into another existence. Traveling through the multicolored stars appearing due to my fatigued, post-coital state. In a way, I am transcending my current existence. I am becoming someone new.
I accept this.
Chapter Twenty-Three - Zach
As a trained officer, I have studied the art of keeping my cool during situations of stress. And it is an art. The difference between a good police officer and a failure is how they react under difficult circumstances.
That said, I am sweating bullets and am frozen in place. Stress. Anxiety. Fear. Excitement. I feel too much, and my heart only beats faster each time I think about how noticeable it may seem to the ocean of eyes looking at my direction. The sensation of having an audience for my anxiety takes me back to a comparable time in my life.
I had my gun trained on the entrance of a Bank of America. I was on one knee, constantly looking through my patrol car at Arria. She looked like an unfeeling machine, how a cop should look during a standoff at a bank robbery where hostages are being held. I was doing my best to mimic Arria’s body language of courage, and commitment to making sure the hostages get out safely. Nothing is distracting her. Or scaring her. Not the thought of the many possible casualties. Not the swarm of reporters gathered around us. Not the ten other squad cars or SWAT team. She’s keeping her cool, like a good police officer. I take after her, and think about how she can stay so calm and collected. She’s breathing normally. She’s got a straight back. She’s wiping off whatever sweat forms on her forehead. Once I start doing the same, I feel my heartbeat slowing. Everything around me turns to black. I look straight into the entrance and wait for someone to walk out. Because of this, Arria, myself, and the other brave men and women of the police department were able to keep three armed men from killing any of the twenty four hostages.
Thinking back on this helps often. Especially now.
Instead of an officer’s uniform, I’m sweating through an expensive, black, wool blend suit. The many people looking at me aren’t news reporters or curious onlookers, but guests. And I have no squad car door to hide behind.
Kayla and I
had agreed that we would have a small wedding, but even with the short guest list, I still feel as though I have too many people watching me trying to avoid a breakdown. I’ve been in shootouts, watched people die, and yet now is when I can truthfully say that I’ve been the most scared in my entire life. My life is going to change forever. It’s exciting. And terrifying. I love this feeling but I hate how it must make me look.
To add to the pressure, the organ starts. Damn you, Felix Mendelssohn for writing the most sweat inducing song in existence.
But Arria’s silent advice for me once again saves the day. I breathe normally. I keep my back straight. I quickly wipe of the sweat collecting around my hairline. Everything around me fades to black. Until I see her.
Kayla turns into the aisle, crossing arms with Chief Harrington. Or Caleb, as he’s insisted we call him. In a way, he has become a father figure to both myself and Kayla. With the lack of proper fathers or father figures in our lives, it’s only fitting that The Chief walks her down to give her away.
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