“I’m not sure Audrey would want everyone in here,” I say, planting myself in front of the door.
“Let them in. All of them. We’re getting married,” Audrey yells.
I turn and smile at her. “Yeah, we are.”
“You’re going to have to hurry,” Kendrick tells us.
“I got this,” Wayne tells him.
Less than two minutes later, we’re legally married, and Audrey is ready to push. Everyone but Audrey’s mom and Jeanne leave the room. My daughter is looking a little freaked out, which I guess is good for a teenage girl. I’m not even near ready to be a grandfather yet, so bring on the fear.
It only takes a few pushes, and then our little boy makes his appearance. He wails like he’s supposed to, the nurses wrap him up, and they hand him to me. He’s beautiful, and I feel myself tear up a little.
“Here he is, Dree. Our little guy, Joseph Alejandro Armstrong.”
“We did it,” she says, reaching out to take the baby from me and hold him close.
“You did it. I just held your hand.”
“I love you, Blake.”
“And I love you, Mrs. Armstrong.”
* * *
Audrey
It’s been a month since Joe was born, and I love him more every day. I don’t care that he wakes me up all night, or that he already has a stubborn personality. To me, he’s perfect.
My husband is pretty perfect, too. He’s already planned on taking a two month break to be with me, and he does as much as he can to get me some sleep, even though I’m nursing. He watches me feed Joe with a look of wonder on his face, and no shortage of hunger in his eyes. My breasts were never small, and now they’re pretty much porn star size. I don’t know how much will stay once I slowly introduce formula into our routine, but I know he can’t wait to get his own chance with them.
“You ready to get married again tomorrow?” Jeanne asks, practically running into the room.
“Yes,” I tell her with a smile.
I’m getting my wedding tomorrow, the one we postponed when our son demanded to be born. It was important to me that we get married before he was born, because while I may be progressive with everyone else’s lives, I never personally wanted to be an unwed mother, even for a day. I was okay with not having the wedding, but Blake is all about making my dreams come true, and he insisted we go ahead. Most of our guests are still able to attend, and all that I needed was a different wedding dress. I’ve lost most of the weight I gained, so I don’t need a maternity dress anymore, and I have to admit that I love the dress Stella got me. It shows off my curves, and I know Blake is going to freak out.
“I can’t wait to wear my dress. It’s so pretty,” Jeanne says.
“I think so, too,” I tell her.
The dresses are knee-length and strapless with a sheer overlay covered in flowers. They’re yellow, just like everything else in the wedding, along with my gorgeous ring. Reina hated her yellow ring, but I love mine. It has a large pear-shaped yellow diamond flanked with smaller diamonds in the same shape on the sides. Ever since we had a re-do on our prom night, and I wore a version of the yellow dress from all those years ago, yellow has been my favorite color. Stella drew the line at me wearing yellow, but she’s promised me no one will miss it’s meaning to me.
“I’m really happy you’re my stepmom. I wish you were my real mom.”
She hasn’t seen Misha in months, and my heart breaks for her. “I won’t ever try to come between the two of you, but I’m here for you just as much as I am for Joe. I hope you know that.”
“I do, Aud. You make me feel loved every day.”
“You do the same for me. I love you, Jeanne.”
“Can I join in on the love fest?” Blake asks from the doorway, and I see his eyes are a little watery.
“I guess so,” I tell him with a smile.
“Why don’t you take a nap, Dree? Jeanne and I will take care of Joe.”
“That sounds heavenly, Hollywood. Thanks.”
I wait a few minutes, so my son can get his fill. When he lets go of my nipple, I see that his eyes are glazed over. I look up and Blake’s are, too. I laugh as I hand Joe to Jeanne, and take my time covering back up. Who could blame me? I just had a baby, so having my husband desire me is awesome, especially since Kenny gave me the green light to have sex on my wedding night.
I climb into bed and am surprised when Blake slides in behind me. “Jeanne said I can nap with you.”
“You just want to feel me up.”
“Guilty. Your tits are a thing of beauty.”
“And full of milk.”
“I don’t mind getting a little dirty. You should know that by now.”
He turns me to him, and pushes my bra down to take a nipple in his mouth. He doesn’t suck hard, but I think he wants to. “You can do it,” I tell him.
He shakes his head and then lifts it to look at me. “I don’t want your milk. It’s hella sexy watching you feed our boy, but that’s not a turn on for me. I just need my mouth on these.”
“By all means, do what you want.”
“Really? What I want?”
“Yes. Suck them to your heart’s content.”
“What if I want to fuck them?”
We haven’t done that before, but I think I’d like that. A lot. “Oh yeah. That, too.”
He nudges me so I’m flat on my back, and then pulls my bra and panties off before removing his briefs. “I want to lick your pussy while I fuck your tits.”
“Yeah. That’ll work.”
He positions himself over me, and I squeeze my breasts tight around his cock. As he starts moving, he leans down and sucks my clit into his mouth. He begins alternating between my clit and my center and I flick my tongue out to lick his balls.
“Fuck, Dree.”
“Little Hollywood likes my breasts?”
“Almost as much as your pussy.”
“I can’t wait for that.”
He lets out a growl and starts pumping harder as we both use our tongues to drive each other crazy. He knows exactly what to do to me, exactly what I like, and it doesn’t take long until he has me coming. I bite his ass to muffle my scream, and feel his thrusts grow erratic. Seconds later, his release is warm on my stomach, and he’s rolling off me. I reach down and run my fingers through his cum before licking them clean.
“You’re trying to kill me.”
“Nah. Drive you crazy maybe, but I need you alive so we can keep doing things like that.”
“Any time you want, Dree. Any fucking time. Little Hollywood and I are more than happy to oblige.”
* * *
Blake
I walk around the grounds of the Griffin compound and marvel at what Stella’s put together for us. I know Audrey picked it all, but her friend made it happen. She has to be tired after executing all these weddings, but you wouldn’t know it from how she’s smiling right now.
“Pretty awesome, huh?” she asks, gesturing to a set of steps that have flowers and candles all over them.
Yellow daisies spell out “LOVE” and then white and yellow flowers are all around. I also passed a cool candy and dessert bar that even has a small cake on it. Our larger cake is inside the giant tent that’s been erected, and when I peeked in, I saw the elegant yellow, white, and black decorations in there. Trust my wife to make the wedding fun outside, and formal inside.
“Yeah, it is,” I say as Reina approaches, rubbing her arms.
“You are not allergic to yellow,” Stella tells her, rolling her eyes.
“I think I am. I’m not scratching, but seeing it everywhere is making me itch.”
“You both look beautiful in your dresses,” I say, trying hard not to laugh.
“They are pretty,” Reina concedes. “But I’m still itchy.”
“Come on, drama queen, let’s get you a drink before we line up,” Stella offers, shaking her head with a smile.
I wave goodbye and walk over to my place in front of the cha
irs. We don’t have an arch or anything, because Audrey liked the idea of us being in the open in front of everyone. The white aisle is lined with square boxes filled with lemon slices, and flowers, topped by glasses filled with small white candles. It seems ridiculous, but it’s actually pretty cool.
My best friend, Jesse, and I catch up while we wait. He was in the air when Audrey went into labor, so he missed the hospital ceremony. He stayed on for a few days, but he’s been back at work in San Diego, which used to be my main base of operations for my movie career. Until I got a chance with Audrey, and moved to Vegas. He doesn’t want to move here, and we can work separately for the most part. I really do miss him. though.
The music starts, and we both turn to watch the bridesmaids come down the aisle. Jeanne is last, holding Joe in her arms. She walks over, and I kiss them both before she hands Joe off to Audrey’s mom. And then my wife is coming down the aisle on her father’s arm, and all the breath leaves my body.
She’s got on a full veil, but I can still make out most of her dress beneath it. It’s strapless, dipping down into a scandalous “V” that has her tits pushed together, and wanting to burst free. There’s some kind of flower decorations at her waist, and she’s got a big, full skirt at the bottom. It looks like layers and layers of tulle. Buried treasure has always been my favorite kind, so I can’t wait to go exploring.
I don’t even remember her veil being lifted, or taking her hand in mine, but here she is in front of me. The woman of my dreams. She’s already my wife, but that doesn’t make this any less special.
“I love you, Dree.”
“I love you too, Hollywood.”
Reina & Matt
Matt
“Why are we in London, Matt?”
“This is where I got you back, so it’s the perfect place to bring you to relax. You’ve been working hard on getting the Society academy set up, and before the recruits start in the next few months and you get too busy for me, I wanted some alone time.”
“We could’ve relaxed closer to home, especially since I only have three days I can take off right now.”
“I wanted us to have our engagement party here.”
“Engagement party? We had one of those before we got married.”
“Did you have fun?”
“No. But an engagement party suggests that we’re having a wedding.”
“We are. In two weeks.”
“Here in London?”
“Nope. Mexico.”
“I-I’m not ready for that, Matt.”
“Which is why we’re having the ceremony in the courtyard of the convent, and not the chapel. When you’re ready for a church, we’ll do that, too. I just want you to have something you’ll love.”
“I already have you.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Who’s all going to be at this engagement party?”
“Our friends, our families, the Griffins, Aqeelah, Nev and Sully. You know, the usual.”
“We could’ve done this in Vegas.”
“Yes, but you told me that when you were here, you wished I could’ve been walking around with you. We’ll get to Paris later, but I wanted to give you your wish here at least.”
“If the people you do business knew you were such a softy, C&C would be in serious trouble.”
“Good thing you’re the only one who can make me soft.”
“I thought I made you hard,” she tells me, cupping me through my pants.
“Later,” I tell her, pulling away with a smile. “We have to get changed and meet everyone at Jessica’s place.”
* * *
Reina
The cobalt blue dress Matt picked for me is gorgeous. I know it was him, and not Stella, because other than shoes, there aren’t other accessories. I slide it on, zip it up, and twist back and forth in the mirror. The top is strapless, and the bottom falls in waves of chiffon to the floor. It’s perfect.
“You ready, Rei?” Matt asks from the other side of the door. He insisted we get dressed separately so we could surprise each other.
“I am,” I say, opening the door.
“Your flowers, my lady,” he says, handing me a crystal encrusted clutch with a rose in the middle. “All of your necessary stuff is in there.”
“It’s beautiful. So is the dress. Thank you.”
“Hold that thought. I have one more thing,” he tells me, pulling my cuff from Tiffany out from behind his back. “I’m going to have to buy you a low cut dress so you can finally wear your necklace.”
“I’ve worn my necklace,” I remind him, pulling him down for a kiss. “Did you forget?”
“I meant in public, and no, I’ll never forget coming home to find you in only that necklace, bracelet, and wedding ring.”
“Good. My work here is done.”
“We haven’t even started, Rei.”
“No, Matteo, we haven’t.”
“We have to go,” he growls in my ear. “Stop calling me that, or I’ll be forced to fuck you right here in the hall.”
“What’s wrong with that idea?”
“We have a party to go to.”
“Fine, but when we get back, I expect an all-nighter.”
“You better.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me out the door. The drive to Jessica’s flat from ours is short, and we’re inside before I know it. I hug my parents first, thanking them for coming all this way.
“We are so happy to see you happy, Reina,” my mother tells me.
“I really am.”
“He told you about the wedding at the convent?” my father asks.
“Yes. On the grounds.”
“You are still struggling with your faith?” my mother wants to know.
“I am,” I admit. “I know it’s there, but it’s still just outside of my grasp.”
“So we will have a third wedding? Maybe that was your idea all along,” my father teases me.
“Yes, and no. I didn’t even know Matt planned this wedding for me.”
“I didn’t,” my husband says, kissing me on the shoulder. “I got Mother’s approval, invited everyone, and maybe planned a surprise, but the other details are all up to you.”
“In two weeks?”
“You are the head of the Society, with unlimited resources at your fingertips, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but still. I have so much to do right now.”
“I’ll help wherever you need me, but I want this to be the wedding of your dreams.”
“I’m going to take you up on that help.”
“I’ll help, too,” my mother says, and I know she’s thinking about how she missed out last time, because I didn’t care about any of it.
“I’d like that.”
“Can you excuse us for a moment? I have something else to show Reina,” Matt says.
“Of course.”
We hug my parents again, and Matt walks me over to the main dinner table. It’s in front of the window and has various chandeliers over it. They range from elaborate to just circular strands of light. I love them all.
“This is so pretty. Jessica must have some awesome parties at this table.”
“Maybe, but I think the chandeliers kind of make it awesome.”
“They totally do. I might have to ask her where she got them.”
“She borrowed them from me. Or rather, I asked her to put them up for the night.”
“What?”
“These are ours. I saw something like this online, and knew you’d love them.”
“I do,” I tell him honestly. “We don’t host many formal dinners, though.”
“No, but I was thinking more about laying you out under them and licking every inch of your body.”
“Do you think everyone would leave right now, including Jessica?”
“Knowing this crowd, probably.”
“We can’t ask them to, can we?”
“We could, but they flew all this way to celebrate with us, so we shouldn’t.”
“I know. A girl can dream, though, right?”
“Definitely. And then a guy can do everything in his power to make all of her dreams come true.”
“You do that every day,” I tell him, kissing him with every bit of feeling I have inside of me.
* * *
Matt
I look around at the community center Reina and I had built, marveling at its transformation into a full blown fiesta. Reina wanted a traditional party the whole village could be invited to, and what my wife wants is what she gets. Colorful flags, along with both paper and real flowers, are everywhere. Our first wedding was all sophistication, but this one is all Reina. It’s the girl who grew up here, and the woman who’s never forgotten her roots.
The tables spill out of the open-air room, and into the street, where the stage is set up. There is a large area for dancing, and the smell of delicious food assaults me as I walk outside. Every woman in the village, along with some men, are cooking for us, and I can’t wait to eat. After I marry my wife again, that is.
I make my way down the street, shaking hands and smiling at everyone along the way. Contrary to the bright colors surrounding me, I’m in a tan suit with a white shirt underneath. No tie, just like Reina asked of me. I would’ve worn a monkey suit if she wanted, and yeah, I know, I’m whipped. After all I’ve put her through over the years, I’m damn lucky to still have her in my life. I finally know I’m worthy of her, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever take her for granted again. I won’t.
I walk into the courtyard of the convent and see the chairs all set up, facing one of the fountains. There will be no officiant for our ceremony, since we’re already married. No priest to bless us, because Reina isn’t ready for that yet. Instead, we’ve chosen to do something special, something that’s important to both of us.
“Hola, Matteo,” Mother says, coming out to greet me.
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