“Do you take this woman to be your wife?”
“Absolutely,” Eddie said.
The small crowd laughed. Initially, our guests had included just his parents, my mom, and our siblings, but had grown into something more to include Eddie’s college buddies and some of my best friends as well.
“Traditionally, we say I do,” the officiator said.
Eddie grinned at me.
“I do take this woman, the only woman I have and will ever love, as my wife.”
The man gave him an indulgent smile. “That will work.”
“And you, Jillian, do you take this man to be your husband?”
Why break the new tradition? I thought as I said, “Forever and always.”
Our friends and family chuckled. Before I could be admonished, I added, “I do take this man, the only man I’ve ever loved or will love, as my husband.”
With our vows unconventional but true from the heart, we were pronounced man and wife.
Eddie swept me up and kissed me in a way that had color filling my cheeks. It didn’t matter. I was married to the man I loved.
The weather wasn’t exactly balmy considering the time of year. We made a dash for the car service we had waiting and headed back to the pricy hotel where a small reception was waiting.
“Do we have to register our marriage anywhere once we are back in the States?” I asked.
I hadn’t really thought about that.
“No. Our wedding certificate is enough for you to get your name changed.”
I forced myself to keep a straight face as I asked, “Who said anything about changing my name?”
Eddie lunged and I was pinned to the back seat. “You, woman, will be Mrs. McCabe, the first and only.”
Chelsea hadn’t had time to legally change hers before he forced her to sign the annulment papers with all his recorded proof of her deception.
I grinned at him. “Settle down, husband. I rather fancy the idea of being called Mrs. McCabe. Do you think that will be a problem at work?”
His jaw opened. I had been filling in as his assistant, but I liked the idea of being home with our child. It may not have been what I’d gone to school for, but having the opportunity, I was taking it.
“You know I love you as my assistant,” he began.
“Stop while you’re ahead,” I teased. “I’ve already found someone for you.”
She was a seasoned assistant with thirty years of job experience under her belt. The perfect person to handle my husband.
He kissed me and cupped my breast. I lightly slapped his hand away as to not draw attention from our driver.
“Come on, baby,” he said. The baby thing was new and frankly turned me the fuck on. “Let me touch you.”
* * *
Jillian had to be the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. Otherwise, I couldn’t explain why I couldn’t keep my hands off her.
That was the real reason I didn’t want her to continue as my assistant. The number of times I fucked her on my desk was seriously affecting the number of billable hours. It was more important than ever that I built a future for our family. I planned to keep her pregnant, though she didn’t know it yet. A tiny basketball team sounded about right or maybe an offensive line.
Her tits, which were already fantastic, were getting bigger. It was something I thanked the Almighty for every day. Really, I thanked Him for her. She was everything a man could want and the only woman I would ever need.
I wanted her happy, which was why I was meeting with my buddy later. I had a proposition to make to him about Jillian’s future. Though I wanted her to be home with our kids, that didn’t mean she couldn’t work from home too if she wanted.
We arrived at the hotel after everyone else. I’d paid our driver to take his time, having hoped to get Jilly semi naked. She wasn’t having it. I was forced to rub her thigh, cursing the yards of fabric in my way.
I got out first after instructing my bride to wait. I opened the door and swept her into my arms to the delight of onlookers.
Multiple languages I didn’t understand were spoken. However, it was the soft sighs from the women around us that said I was winning major points with my wife.
I carried her all the way into the ballroom where our friends and family waited. I didn’t put her down either. I walked all the way to the middle of the dance floor. We had to keep this moving. I had plans to fuck Jilly on every square inch of our suite if it took me all night.
When I set her down, I nodded at the band. Per my request, they played a cover of Bazzi’s “Mine”. Some of the words were changed so our parents wouldn’t be scandalized, as my lovely wife would’ve likely said if they’d played the original. I mouthed the agreed upon lyrics, promising all kinds of sinful things later.