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Authors: Lilliana Anderson

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Chapter twenty-two

David

Since the wedding is in the evening, I didn’t book a sit
down dinner. Instead I sprung for an open bar and plenty of canapés while music
plays and we can all spend the rest of New Year’s Eve partying and relaxing. The
formal part of the wedding is over.

There isn’t a sullen look on anybody’s face, and I’m really
pleased that it all came together so well. Everyone is really complimentary as
they mingle about, dance and just enjoy themselves in general.

“This is probably the best wedding I’ve ever been to,”
Kayley says to us, while we take a breather outside. “It’s like a wedding slash
New Year’s party rolled into one. Brilliant!”

“That was the goal,” I reply, nodding contentedly.

Paige appears beside her, smiling and dragging Elliot along
behind her. “You certainly pulled it off David! Although we’ve all been dying
to tell Katrina what was going on. I’m so sorry I couldn’t. We were sworn to
secrecy,” she says. Everyone seems to be mingling and really getting into the
spirit of the night.

“It’s ok, I’m glad no one told me. Tonight has been
magnificent!” she laughs.

“Congratulations to both of you,” Elliot says. “This has
been a lot of fun.”

“Come and dance with me,” Paige says as she leans against
his shoulder, smiling up at him.

“Great idea. I want to dance too. Now where’s my husband?” Kayley
adds.

They all move off either in search of a husband or a spot on
the dance floor. Trina and I turn to look over the railing at the water beneath
us, taking the opportunity to enjoy a few moments alone.

“You know, I’m completely amazed by you,” she says to me.

“You are?”

“Yeah, I can’t believe you did all this. And the timing of
those fireworks – wow David, just wow!” she leans back slightly and pulses her
hands in the air for emphasis. “I feel like I’m dreaming. How did you do all
this?”

“A gentlemen never tells,” I wink. Moving closer to her, I
slide my arms around her waist and kiss her softly. “So you liked the fireworks
while we kissed huh?”

“Yeah I did,” she breathes. “It was so wonderful.”

“Well, there’s another set of fireworks you know. I can
think of a really great way to bring in the New Year,” I suggest, my voice low
in her ear as I run my teeth over her lobe.

“Really? You think we could get away?”

“Well, they’re leaving us alone right now. If we hurry,
we’ll get away before they find us.” I hook my pinky in hers and tug lightly.
“Come on, it’ll be midnight in about five minutes.”

Lacing my fingers with hers, I lead her quickly around the
side of the function room and down to the room I was using before the ceremony.

As soon as we’re inside, I flip the lock. “I love that
dress,” I growl at her. “But do you know where it will look better? On the
floor.”

She grins, laughing openly as she turns around so her back
is to me. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as she looks over her
shoulder. I can’t help but admire her flushed cheeks as she lowers her eyes and
beckons me using only her body language.

Dropping kisses on her neck, I pull on the zip, pushing the
dress off her arms and letting it slip down her body onto the floor in a pile
of white fluff. “Told you it would look good down there,” I say in her ear as I
slide my hand over her stomach, kissing and nibbling on her neck and shoulders.
My hand travels lower until my fingertips reach her panties and I run my
fingers along the elastic, gently teasing her skin.

“Are these lace?”

“They are,” she breathes, rolling her head back so it’s
resting on my shoulder so she can kiss my jaw.

“Hang on, why are you wearing lace underwear when you
thought I was going to be in Melbourne?”

She turns in my arms and lowers her lids, looking at me
through her lashes. It’s so fucking sexy when she does it that I feel my cock
jolt just from looking at her.

“Check your Snapchat,” she purrs.

The idea of sexy photos of her drives me wild and I want
her, I want her now.

I groan as I take her mouth in mine, my tongue taking
complete control of hers as I push at the waist of her panties, urging her to
slide them down her legs. She takes my cue and wriggles them down her legs,
kicking them off to the side.

I walk her over to the dressing table and lift her up so she’s
sitting on it, our mouths are still joined and our tongues still dancing.

Her hands work at my pants as she opens her legs wide to
pull me close. I slide my hand between her legs and moan when I feel her
wetness.

“Oh my god. You’re dripping.” I can feel myself pulsing
slightly, the mere touch of her slick juices is almost tipping me over the
edge.

“It’s because you drive me wild,” she gasps, pulling at my
hips and guiding me to enter her.

We hear our guests start to chant together, counting down
towards midnight as I push myself inside her hot wet core. She’s so tight
around me that I almost blow immediately.

Katrina

I’ve been watching him all night, thinking of all the things
I was going to do to him when we got home, to thank him for planning such a
wonderful wedding. So I’m already on edge when he enters me.

The sound of the chanting excites me more as he pushes into
my depths and we grind together. It’s almost the New Year and the first thing
I’m going to do is come. Hard.

“Faster David,” I gasp, clutching at his hips as he rocks
back and forth, gliding in and out of me. “Harder!”

Four! Three! Two!

“Harder!” I cry.

One! Happy New Year!
Everyone shouts outside, it’s
immediately followed by the popping sound of fireworks and my call of ecstasy
and David’s low groan.

“Oh David. Yes!” My internal muscles grip as he throbs and
pulses inside me. David growls and slows his strokes, working himself down from
the high we’ve just experienced.

“Happy New Year Mrs Taylor,” he murmurs against my ear
breathlessly.

“Happy New Year husband of mine,” I return, turning my head
so our lips meet.

“You’re my wife,” he states grinning, his forehead pressed
against mine.

“I know - we’re married,” I smile, wrapping my arms tightly
around him.

As we hold each other and spend the last moments of our
wedding party blissfully connected, I feel like the luckiest girl alive. I’ve
just married my best friend. Who could want anything more than that?

Epilogue

ONE YEAR LATER

David

“Trina, babe, just hold on, it’s almost midnight.”

“Oh god! I don’t think I can,” she groans.

“Just try, it’ll be the first of the New Year.”

“Oh god!” she yells, her eyes wide and her face contorted as
she bears down.

“It’s coming,” says Corrine, the midwife who’s positioned
between Trina’s legs. “I can see the head. Do you want to look?”

I go to move to see the head of our baby crowning out of my
wife, but she grips at my hand hard. “No, don’t do it. You don’t want to see
what’s happening down there,” she grunts, bearing down again. “Oh!” she yells.
She grabs me with her other hand. She’s crushing my fingers and digging her
nails into my forearm, so I stay close beside her, even though I really want to
see our baby the moment it’s born.

“Argh! Not again!” she screams as her body forces her to
push. Her face turns bright red as she bears down, her eyes slightly glassy and
unfocused. Suddenly she gasps out a deep breath and the room is filled with
crying.

“It’s out, the baby’s out,” I say to her, smoothing down her
damp hair and kissing her firmly.

“Congratulations,” The midwife says “You’ve just delivered a
baby boy!”

My heart feels like it just grew to double its size. We have
a baby boy. I’m a dad.

Katrina

Our little bundle howls as he’s placed on my chest. Tears
fill my eyes as I look over his body. It’s as if all the pain I was just in has
drifted away. I feel a kind of euphoria as I hold him in my arms - he’s so
small and perfect and we made him.

“You did it princess,” David murmurs against my forehead as
he presses kisses in my sweat soaked hair.

“Happy New Year,” Corrine says, indicating the clock on the
wall of the birthing suite. We didn’t make it to the New Year, but I don’t
care. We have a baby. I’m a mum. “Have you got a name for this little bundle?”
she asks.

“Yes we do. His name is Zachary,” I say, touching his tiny
bald head as I shush his cries. He’s calming down now and I hand him over to
David. “Your turn daddy,” I smile.

David grins as he looks down at our babe and bounces him in
his arms. He speaks to him in hushed tones and tells him about how wanted he is
and how loved he is.

It brings tears to my eyes to watch him be so loving towards
our son. Our son. I love the way that sounds.

“What a day this is for us. It’s a happy anniversary, Happy New
Year and now a happy birthday too. We’ll have to have very grand parties from
now on,” I laugh. I rest my head against the pillow. I’m feeling exhausted from
the birth, but I’m happy.

“Yes, a grand party of three. We’ll have one every year,” he
agrees.

Corrine asks if she can take Zach to do all of his newborn
tests, so David hands him over and comes to sit beside me.

“Thank you so much Trina,” he murmurs. “You’ve given me the
world. Loving you has been the best thing I’ve ever done, and now just look,”
he says looking over at our baby. “Our love has produced a little human. A
little us. I’m just enamoured with you and with him. I love you. A thousand
times, I love you.”

“I love you too,” I whisper, holding either side of his face
as he kisses me. His kiss sends ripples of joy through my body and I smile
inwardly, knowing that this is how it is and always will be. Ours is a bond
that only grows with time. We’re connected. Forever.

The End.

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