Crazy Fast Love (Crazy Love Series Book 2)

by MF Isaacs

  I had her straddling my lap before we even got out of the parking lot. “Hello there Mrs. McMann.”

  She responded with her hips slowly rotating as she said, “Hello to you Mr. McMann. Can you believe we are officially married?”

  “So fucking happy Babe. I love you. You good with riding me as we make our way to the restaurant? I think I might die if I am not buried inside you right now.” I bunched her dress up as best as I could before pulling her itty bitty g-string off to the side, exposing her perfect pink pussy lips to my exploring fingers. Rather than answering me with words, she scooted back on my thighs enough to have room to free my cock from my dress pants. Hard as fuck, I burst out of my boxers as soon as she had the zipper down.

  She took over and slid her tight pussy up and down on my shaft until she could take the whole thing inside her. As soon as I was balls deep, her hips moved at record speed and within minutes she was coming with her head thrown back and her neck exposed. I took full advantage of her exposed neck as I licked and sucked in all the right places. By the time my mouth was next to her ear, I couldn’t contain myself, “So fucking perfect. You are mine now. Nothing can come between us. Ride me Babe, make me cum.”

  She rode me, up and down, up and down. But before I could release inside her, she whispered words that every man loves to hear, “I want to suck your cock. I want to taste you. I want to swallow your cum. Please.”

  “Fuck yeah Babe. You don’t have to beg me.” Just like that, I helped her to her knees where she proceeded to do just what she wanted. She had officially replaced every single spank bank image I’d ever had. The site of her on her knees, in her wedding dress, with my cock down her throat will forever be etched in my memory. I am the luckiest bastard I know and I will never apologize for that.

  The driver had perfect timing, we pulled in at the same time as the others. Dinner was amazing, I loved that we officially made our two families into one. Watching Mom interact with not just Curtis, but Will and Callie too was all the confirmation I needed that we’d become one family.

  My dad discretely handed me a new room key and told me they had upgraded us to the honeymoon suite. All our stuff was already moved. As we left the restaurant, I announced for the whole group to hear that I was taking my wife back to our honeymoon suite, we would have our phones off for the remainder of the trip. If we decided to be social we’d call them, if not we’d meet them in the lobby at check-out time.

  As I lay beside my husband after our third round of love making, I reflect on the fact that my wedding day was perfect. It wasn’t what I had envisioned as a little girl, that vision disappeared when I lost my parents and Sophia. There wasn’t a single second throughout the day that I didn’t feel their presence. It may have been Curtis instead of my dad who walked me down the aisle, it may have been Hannah who helped me with my dress, and it may have been Amy who helped me with my jewelry; but each one of them acknowledged the one I envisioned helping me. I don’t know who orchestrated all the little things, but put together they turned into big things.

  It started with Hannah, who exchanged the ribbon cinching up the back of my corset with a light blue satin material. She told me it was originally from Sophia’s junior prom dress, now to be known as my something blue.

  When Mary asked Amy to help me with my jewelry so she could take pictures of us together, I was shocked when Amy presented me with a simple gold bracelet which looked older than anyone in the room. Amy informed me that it was the bracelet my mom wore the day she married my dad. It had been her old item and now was mine.

  Standing right outside the chapel Curtis presented me with my borrowed item; a perfectly pressed white handkerchief that I knew instantly had come from my dad’s endless supply. I think he expected to see tears as I appreciated the gift, instead I looked him in the eyes as I gave him the words that would always be true, “I wouldn’t be here without you. I can’t thank you enough for all you have given and done for me. I love you.”

  “You sure you want to do this? I can help you skip town if you want?” He chuckled as he kissed the side of my head before turning to the doors leading us to my future. So, with my old bracelet from my mom, my new necklace from Calvin, my borrowed handkerchief from my dad, and blue ribbon from my sister, he walked me down the aisle.

  Calvin and I didn’t leave our room until it was time to check out and head to the airport. I lost count of how many times we made love, I didn’t however, lose track of how many times I puked. Never in my life did I think I would ever be happy about puking, but each time I hugged the bowl, my hope that everything was going to be okay grew.

  There was no way I was leaving my husband to go pack my stuff back at school. I would pay someone to do it for me if I had to. Thankfully, Steve and Hannah told me to consider it a wedding present. Calvin planned to get right back into the swing of work, he’d taken a lot of time off over the last few weeks. He said he didn’t feel right making everyone cover his shifts. After bribing him with a couple’s photo shoot with Mary, he also agreed to cut back on his days on the sales floor. It was one area he agreed to compromise on. His goals in life no longer revolved around being top salesman. He would take the mid-week shifts and let the new guys take the busier days, he would serve as their back up instead of it being the other way around.

  Monday morning, I contacted the OB/GYN clinic I’d be referred to and got an appointment for Wednesday afternoon. It was the earliest ultrasound appointment they had and since I hadn’t experienced any signs of miscarrying, it was the best I could get.

  By Tuesday night, I had almost caved to Calvin whining about wanting to tell everyone. Orgasms weren’t enough to make me give in. I was still puking once or twice a day and now my boobs were tender and swelling by the day. If this pregnancy wasn’t going to survive it was going to crush me, but I wasn’t willing to give up, no matter what.

  Walking into the clinic Wednesday afternoon was nerve-wracking because technically, I had already had my first pregnancy appointment but this clinic was repeating the whole process. Pee in a cup, blood draw, naked from the waist down with a paper sheet covering me up; sitting with my heart trying to beat out of my chest. Having Cal by my side was the only thing keeping me from pacing, I hadn’t been running at all since I’d first found out about the pregnancy.

  When a young woman came into the ultrasound room, I expected her to be a tech or something. I was shocked when she introduced herself as Dr. Donna. When Cal quickly questioned her age and ability, she clarified that she is actually much older than she looks. She joked that we could look at her driver’s license if we wanted. She guaranteed she was at least 15 years older than me. She was personable, which relaxed both of us and, given our experience thus far, it was exactly what we needed.

  She told us, “I have already reviewed your patient file from Western State clinic. If you haven’t noticed, I asked my staff to treat you as a first-time pregnancy visit. Which means I would like to perform an internal ultrasound. At this stage in pregnancy it is often difficult to see the tiny bugger and an internal ultrasound is usually the most effective. Are you ready?”

  We both nodded as Cal helped me lay back on the exam table. She then talked me through everything she was doing. This time, rather than looking away from the screen, neither Cal nor I could take our eyes off it. One of the first things that was different than the last one was the sound. It wasn’t until I heard the loud swishing sounds, that I realized our last one didn’t have any sound. Dr. Donna pulled me from my thoughts as she asked, “Do you hear that? That is the beautiful sound of your baby’s heart beat.”

  It was only then that I pulled my eyes away from the screen to glance at her to make sure I heard her correctly. I then turned to look at my husband, who had tears rolling down his face faster than I could wipe away. Smiling at him caused my own tears to tip out. I couldn’t understand his mumbled words through his tears, but I spoke mine loud and clear, “Thank you Mom, thank you Dad, and Sophia, and Grandma, and Grandpa
; I feel you guys, I know you’re up there helping me. Helping us.”

  Dr. Donna quietly continued the ultrasound, clicking away and printing several black and white images for us to keep. She confirmed for us that our baby was growing just fine; estimated due date of August 25, 2017. We just found out extremely early that we were pregnant. She gave us the welcome to pregnancy packet: water bottle, What to Expect when Expecting, dos and don’ts for eating and exercise, and a million pamphlets about pregnancy. On our way out, she had us schedule our next appointment for a month out.

  Giddy isn’t the right word for what either of us was feeling. Elated beyond anything I have ever felt before. I couldn’t help it, my hands instinctively went to my stomach. The most precious thing in my whole world rested there. Without words, Cal’s hand joined mine as he gently kissed the point of my shoulder and whispered, “You have given me more than I ever deserved. You are both my world, I will die trying to protect you both. Thank you, Sierra. Thank you for choosing me. I love you.”

  We sat in the parking lot soaking in the news. I knew the next topic needed to be when and how we’d tell everyone. We knew that Hannah and Steve would be home Saturday. I figured we could wait until then to tell everyone. Of course, Cal wanted to shout it from the rooftop, but I quickly convinced him that if we waited it would give us time to have cool announcement gifts made. My man liked to shop, so it was fairly easy to convince him. He took me to a gourmet home and kitchen store, which had a baby section in the back that I quickly decided was going to be my favorite place to shop. They had the cutest, softest baby clothes and completely impractical baby stuff. Apparently, Cal didn’t care if it was practical, he wanted to be the first person to buy our baby something. He picked a beautiful yellow and gray fuzzy blanket. The saleswoman suggested we look in at the established items when she discovered what we were shopping for. They carry: coffee cups, picture frames, t-shirts, baby outfits; you name it they had it. So, just like that, we ordered each person their own coffee mug, personalized with their title, name, and established in August 2017.

  Keeping Calvin’s mouth shut was tricky. Lots of sexual favors took place over the next three days. Surprisingly, blow jobs did not trigger bouts of puking. I still haven’t figured out what triggers that. It doesn’t matter if I eat or not, I’ve been puking at least once a day. Usually in the afternoon, which confuses me since it’s called morning sickness. Oh well, I am still looking at it as a sign of a strong pregnancy, which makes it all bearable.

  Calvin was at work when Steve and Hannah arrived home on Saturday. I was snuggled on the couch reading one of the books Amy had gotten from her “ALL TIME FAVORITE” author at the convention. Steve sat by me while Hannah told her mom about their plans to marry within days.

  I couldn’t rain on their time. I had just had my day, more attention than I’d ever had, and I didn’t want to take that away from Hannah or Steve. Calvin would just have to wait until their wedding was over.

  I was getting ready to leave work when I got a message from Sierra that changed the course of my evening.

  Wife: Hannah and Steve announced they are getting married on Monday. We have to wait to tell everyone.

  Me: That fucking sucks. I am still picking up the gifts. As soon as they say I do. I am handing out presents.

  Wife: Love you. Your sister will thank you for allowing her the spot light for her wedding.

  Me: Whatever

  Me: You and my baby deserve the spotlight

  Wife: Our baby does and will have it for a long time: first grandchild

  Me: Love you. Be home soon

  I stopped on my way home and picked up the ten coffee mugs, I had the lady do some for Sierra and me too.

  Shit was crazy around the house for the next two days. My wife amazed me, she did more for Hannah and Steve than I ever expected her to. She contacted Mary to see if she could schedule her last minute to do their wedding pictures. She was in charge of hair and makeup for all the women. She was my sisters right hand person, she along with my mom, made sure everything got done the way it needed to.

  Hannah and Steve were married lakeside in December, it was clear and cold and beautiful. It was nothing like I pictured my sister would want or choose but it was 100 percent Hannah and Steve.

  Curtis, Callie, and Will were only staying for the one night so there wasn’t going to be a perfect opportunity to tell everyone together. So, Sierra and I decided to leave Hannah and Steve their gifts at the cabin where they would be staying for the next two nights.

  We decided to get up early the morning after the wedding and make everyone breakfast. At first I worried that Amy would be awake before us, but she drank too much at the dinner. She’d be sleeping that off a little longer than normal. Cal made coffee, while I took care of everything else.

  Curtis and Will were the first to come into the kitchen. Cal fixed them coffee while I dished them up. The cups went unnoticed until they were almost done eating and it was Curtis who noticed Will’s cup before he looked at his own. His eyes darted to me then back at his cup. When he looked down at my stomach, he saw Cal resting his hands protectively under his stare. He was out of his seat in a rush. My stoic, overprotective brother gathered me into his arms and lost it as he told me, “I love you and am so proud of you. I can’t even tell you how excited I am, you are going to be an amazing mom, just like ours was.” With those words, happy tears ran down my face. Will gathered around us, hugging us both while congratulating me. I got them a plate of food for Callie while Cal got her coffee; the two of them decided to bring her breakfast in bed.

  We did the same for Kyler, I let Cal deliver it to him. I had a realistic fear that he slept naked so I refused to go in his room at all. I never knew if he was awake, I thought it was just safer that way.

  Cal returned smiling, only two left to tell. We weren’t counting Hannah and Steve. I heard them coming before I saw either of them. With my back turned to them I began dishing up their breakfast as Cal poured them coffee, looking over his shoulder he told them to sit down.

  “What is going on? I went to get up and your dad wouldn’t let me, said you guys had it under control. But then I heard voices and crying, I wanted to check it out, again your dad wouldn’t let me. So please, whatever it is just tell us.” She was pretty fired up in her rant about wanting to know what was going on.

  I quietly placed their food on the table while Cal came up behind me to serve them their cups of coffee. It was Amy that noticed the cups right away. She screamed like a little girl, knocked her fork off the table, effectively flinging food across the room. She paid no attention to it, she was hell bent on hugging us both. Luke stood up and waited his turn. Amy released me so she could hug her son with both arms. Luke gathered me into his arms, it felt so much like what I remembered of my own dad. My tears were of thankfulness and excitement and a tiny bit of sadness that my parents wouldn’t get to experience this with me. It was then that Luke reminded me, “They know. They are here with you, protecting you. Loving you. Thank you for giving us this.” He kissed the top of my head before releasing me to hug his son.

  After tears, hugs, and congratulations, the four of us sat down to eat the breakfast I had made. I was just lifting my first forkful to my mouth when the front door burst open to the newest newly-weds. Hannah beelines for her brother, as Steve pulled me from my chair. If you didn’t know us, it might have been creepy that he instantly fell to his knees and kissed my stomach. But knowing all that we have lost, this baby was the beginning of the next generation. Steve spoke so only I could hear him, he told my baby to let Mom, Dad, Sophia, Grandma and Grandpa know we are good.

  We enjoyed breakfast before Curtis, Callie, and Will hit the road and the newly-weds headed back to their cabin in the woods. Cal and I went back to bed since we’d been up before the sun.

  For so long I felt like my life was just one series of awful events after another. Calvin always says I experienced more loss in my young life than any one person should have
to experience in their lifetime. I put more energy into worrying about all the possible things that could go wrong than I did making a life for myself. Calvin didn’t fix things for me, he allowed me to be me; to feel what I felt and cry without fear of being judged. He has taught me that it’s okay to choose a different path than the one I was expecting for myself. I veered off the course and found a better path.

  August 18, 2017 @ 11:35 pm

  “Calvin wake up, it’s time.” I had waited as long as I could. I’d been having contractions on and off for the last couple of days. Yesterday they continued to increase, but they were still pretty irregular. Earlier today, the grossest thing I’ve ever seen came out of me. I called Dr. Donna’s office where the nurse assured me that it was my plug and completely normal. She said it just meant that I was getting closer. Hopeful, I asked if she could give me a time frame, she didn’t laugh at me, but Amy who was sitting on the couch by me did. Calvin hadn’t budged, so I kicked him. “Calvin, you need to wake up. It’s time to go to the hospital.”

  He rolled over, completely ignoring me. If you have been around a pregnant lady, you know that is the wrong fucking thing to do. It was hard to get my fat pregnant ass out of bed, but I did. As I sat up on the side of the bed waiting for the current contraction to pass, I debated on leaving his ass and driving myself to the hospital, waking Kyler to take me, or waddling to the bathroom for a glass of water that I could pour on him. The water won out when I realized I didn’t have to waddle anywhere, I had a full glass on my bedside table.

  It worked. He was awake, he tried to be pissed until I repeated myself again, “It is time. You need to get me to the hospital. The baby is coming whether we are ready or not.”

  His loud movements woke the whole house. He picked me up like I was a rag doll and carried me down to the RAV4 that we got from Hannah and Steve. Amy and Luke followed us out to the car and told us they would get changed and meet us at the hospital.