“Of course I want our baby,” she said like she thought I was crazy. Then she smiled and rubbed her flat belly. I had to touch it too.
When the doctor came back in, he did an examination on her and told us that she was somewhere between eight to ten weeks. He was able to verify it by listening to the baby’s rapid heartbeat on some sort of listening device. I wondered if it was from our first time. It didn’t matter either way—I was about to be a father. As soon as we left the doctor’s office, we called our parents. Both families were thrilled.
It was her dad that told me that we needed to speed up the wedding. Good. I was all for it. I called my brother, and with his and Patricia’s help, we had the wedding put together in a week. We called up Kara and Ben and asked them to join us for dinner so she could ask Kara to be her maid of honor and maybe to get Ben’s sisters as the other bridesmaids. What my girl failed to mention to me was that her friends back in Chicago were all male. I knew why she didn’t tell me because I would have gotten completely pissed. I nipped that shit in the bud anyway because unless they preferred the dick, she was done with them.
We flew her family down and all gathered at our rushed, but beautiful wedding. The wonderful thing was that Jack was able to walk his daughter down the aisle to me. As we got ready that morning in the hotel we had all our guests at, Jack and I had a private discussion.
“Max, I want to have a word with you,” he said to me solemnly.
“Sure. Let us go in here.” We walked into the other bedroom in the suite.
“What’s up, Jack?” I had a feeling he was going to chew me out for knocking up his little girl, but I was wrong.
“I wanted to thank you. Not only for loving my little girl, but for giving me more time with both of my girls. If it had not been for the special treatment program, the cancer would have progressed. I know you think you are not a good man, but you are to me.”
“Your daughter made me that way. It’s because of her that I haven’t been so angry and unforgiving anymore.” We shared a manly hug, and then there was a knock at the door telling us it was time.
I stood at the altar waiting for my Alexandria, and I was sweating. I wasn’t afraid of marrying her, I was afraid she would change her mind. It was stupid to think that way, but I would feel better once she says I do.
The music started to play, and the doors opened. My Alexandria was stunning on her father’s arm. She was clearly happy as she met my eyes.
When they reached the altar, the priest asked, “Who gives away this bride?”
“I do,” Jack said, full of pride.
I shook his hand and pulled him into a hug, whispering in his ear, “Thank you for her.” He smiled at me and took his seat. She whispered, “I love you,” as we turned to the priest.
The ceremony was really fast, and before I knew it, I was told to kiss the bride. I looked down at her and smiled, and before kissing my wife, I whispered, “I love you, Mrs. McCain.”
When it was time for the reception, all I could think about was getting her out of that tight dress and playing with her belly before burying myself in her. It was time for our first dance, and I took her in my arms. “Oh, Max, I feel like a princess.” She was glowing with happiness.
“That is because you are. You are my princess. Alexandria, you look so amazing and hot. I can’t wait to take you to our room and do dirty things to you.”
She giggled, but added saucily, “I know. Those eyes are a dead giveaway. Hunger is written all over them.” I had to kiss her. She had told me since we met how hot she thought I was and how sexy my eyes were. Sometimes I found it hard to believe, but then she told me what she had thought of my eyes when we first met, and she was dead right.
It was time for her dad to steal her from me; I guessed it was fair because I stole her from him for forever. The least I could give him was one dance. I took my mother in my arms and twirled her around the floor for our dance.
“You did good, son. She is a doll.” She looked over at my woman who was talking to Evelyn, Ben’s little sister.
“I know, Mom. I love her so much.”
“I can’t wait to meet my little grandbaby. Now your brother needs to find a good girl to marry.” Uh-oh. I was going to have to warn him that he was going to be bombarded. I looked for my brother, and there he was dancing with Ben’s lovely sister, Christine.
After I warned my brother, I looked for my bride. Once I found her, I didn’t let her out of my sight the rest of the night. We only danced to the slow songs because she was still nauseous, which was good because I got to hold her close and rub my erection on her almost the whole night.