Most Eligible Baby Daddy(45)

The only two people missing were Elle, and Jackson. It had been decided  by Elle that Jackson should be the one to give her away, since he was  the one who'd been responsible for her getting away from Los Lobos.

When Forrester set eyes on Elle, she took his breath away. She was the  most stunningly beautiful creature he'd ever seen. He admired every inch  of her body, from her pretty feet in their white shoes, to the  luxurious gown that was draped over her delicious curves, to the thin  veil that covered the most beautiful face he'd ever dreamed of.

This was it. This was his moment of truth. This was the moment every guy  dreamed of, the moment he truly became a man. Forrester had never  realized it before, but now, as Elle walked slowly toward him, Jackson  at her side, the music of a string quartet wafting in the air, he saw  his life for what it was. For what it always had been.

And what it had been was a journey up to this very moment. More than  most people, Forrester knew what it meant to say that he'd been born  alone. In a very real sense, he'd been more alone than most babies that  were born into the world. His mother had died the moment he first drew  breath. His father hated him for it right from the beginning. He'd come  into a world without love, but he still had a heart. There'd been no  warmth for him as a child, but he'd craved it just as much as everyone  else in the world. He'd searched for it. He'd thirsted for it.

And this was the moment that that thirst would be satisfied. This was the moment that he would be made complete.

Like him, Elle had come into the world alone. Her own mother couldn't  care for her, and in desperation, had given her to the cruelest  criminals ever to operate in the southwest.

For both Forrester and Elle, the desperately dark circumstances of their  birth were finally being wrapped up in a moment of pure light.

And that light was love.

Forrester held his breath as Elle approached the altar. He simply could  not believe how beautiful she was, or how much love he felt for her. He  felt as if he couldn't live without her. He rose his hand to his face  and wiped away a single tear that was falling over his cheek, then he  silently mouthed the words, "I love you," to her.

She smiled back at him and then turned to the priest.

Forrester wasn't even sure he'd heard the words the priest said. They  were the usual words for a classical wedding ceremony. Forrester said  his vow when it was his turn. He heard Elle say her vow. He placed the  ring, handed to him by Grady, on Elle's finger and she did the same,  Kelly being the one to pass her the ring.

When the priest finally said the words, "I now pronounce you man and  wife," Forrester lifted Elle up into his arms, and at the same time  lifted his own soul up to God and thanked Him for bringing him all the  happiness in the world.

He kissed his new bride deeply and passionately, and as he kissed her,  the setting sun turned the entire sky a deep crimson. He saw Jackson nod  at Sam and Luke. The two boys ran off into the grass and a moment  later, fireworks started exploding all over the evening sky.                       
       
           



       

To say Forrester was happy doesn't begin to describe how he felt.  Becoming a husband, getting the wife of his dreams, those are the things  men's lives are defined by. Those are the very core of a man's life.  Elle was the love of Forrester's life. She was his wife now. That meant  he had to love and protect her for as long as he lived, and that she  would do the same for him. She was carrying his child. That meant that  the very future of his blood, his legacy, it was all in her hands. She  was his prize and his queen at the same time. She would spend her life  serving him and making him happy, and at the same time, he would be a  slave to her comfort and safety. He would do whatever it took to protect  her and bring her joy.

The last thing she saw every night before she fell asleep would be his  eyes. The first thing she felt in the morning before opening her eyes  would be his lips. He loved her in the truest sense of the word. He  loved her in that way that only someone who's been abused can love. He  loved her as if she was life itself.

And he wanted her. She was his now, and he wanted to claim her, body and soul.

There was a dinner planned, dancing, some speeches by the people they  loved, and Forrester looked forward to all of it. He looked forward to  sharing his first meal with Elle as husband and wife.

But what he looked forward to most, what he craved, was to get her into  the honeymoon suite of their hotel. He was going to be merciless.





Chapter 55

Forrester

TIME HAS A WAY OF passing fast when you're happy. That's how it passed  for Elle and Forrester after the wedding. She moved into the mansion and  got to know Lacey, Grant and Grady better. She helped Lacey with her  baby while she prepared for her own. Faith was never far away, and the  brothers became like actual brothers to her. In so many ways, the  Brotherhood became the family she'd always dreamed of. They all looked  out for each other, they had each other's backs, they protected one  another.

That made her feel safe. Even just knowing what Jackson had done to Los Lobos made her feel safe.

And she was happy. She was happy and grateful for so many things. For  the way Forrester made love to her first thing in the morning. He still  blindfolded her before she woke up, and right through the pregnancy he  became more and more attracted to her. He was insatiable. He was  everything she'd ever dreamed of in a husband, and he took such good  care of her she could scarcely believe her life was real. It was like a  dream.

He was perfect. Or at least, she thought he was perfect. She thought he couldn't get any better.

And then he became a father, and everything just multiplied.

There is no easy way to explain how a little baby girl could make a man  like Forrester feel. Elle jokingly referred to him as her baby daddy.  She'd called him the most eligible baby daddy in the world to everyone,  and she knew he liked it. But it was deeper than that. Three days after  the baby was born, Forrester got a new tattoo. It was of two sparrows  holding a banner, and on the banner was Elle's name and the baby's name.

Forrester spent every spare moment he had either with Elle or the baby.  During the first week, Elle was pretty exhausted from the labor and she  would take frequent naps with the baby in her arms. Without fail, when  she woke up, she would find Forrester on the bed next to her, the baby  tucked into a little nook between his forearm and his bicep, sleeping  peacefully. It was a strange sight, the perfect, unmarked baby sleeping  in an arm so tattooed and scarred. It made Elle's heart want to cry out  in happiness.

Forrester told her every day that he loved her.

"I love you, and I love this baby," he said to her one night, soon after the birth.

"And we love you," Elle said.

She was sitting on their bed with the baby in her arms. She was wearing a  silk nightdress. Forrester was brushing his teeth and getting ready for  bed. It always made Elle smile that he put on aftershave to go to bed.  He'd said it was to impress her, even in her sleep. It was a nice,  peaceful scene of domestic tranquility.

Forrester cleared his throat.

"I don't just mean I love you," he said. "I mean more than that."

Elle nodded. She knew that. She knew that so little could be expressed  in words when the heart was full of as much love as they shared.                       
       
           



       

Forrester sat down next to her. She admired his naked body, the toned  muscle, the tattoos. Even now that she was married to him, she still  couldn't help being impressed by his body.

"You know what happened to me as a kid," Forrester said.

"Of course," she said.

"It scarred me."

"I know," Elle said.

"I thought it was for life, Elle. I thought I'd never be able to get  over it. I thought for sure I'd never be able to have a child of my  own."

She looked into his eyes and knew that she'd never loved anyone as much as she loved him at that moment.

"But you changed all that for me, Elle. You healed me."

"Love healed you, Forrester."

"You're my love," he said, and he kissed her so tenderly, so  passionately, that his cock throbbed with love and desire. "You turned  me into a man, a real man. You made me a father. You saved my life,  Elle.

Elle placed the baby in the crib next to the bed. Then she slipped out  of her night dress, revealing her naked body to the man she loved so  much she felt as if her heart might explode.

He kissed her mouth, her neck, her breasts and nipples. Then he pushed her down and climbed on top of her.

"Come into me," she said.

"Should I use protection?"