CHAPTER 6: MARRIED
My cell phone rings. It is late afternoon on a Thursday, Ronnie finished his project and arrived early. I was lying on top of him after another delirious fuck, his cock still deeply impaling me. So I don't have to move he reaches to the bedside table and hands me the phone.
"Hello?" I ask. I could see on the screen that it was my lawyer. "Yes... yes... that's it?... Thank you! Thank you so much! Thank you."
Ronnie had been watching me curiously, not knowing who was calling. When I ended the call, "Who was that? What's up with that look on your face?"
I was giddy. I kissed his chest, squeezed his cock with my pussy, then reached up to kiss his lips... hard and passionately. Lying on my stomach now made both of us more aware of my advancing pregnancy and it was an awareness we both took joy in.
"My lawyer... divorce lawyer." I watched his face. A moment of truth of sorts. All the things we talked about, were they real? "I'm a single woman, Ronnie." He smiled broadly and hugged me. "Now what?" I murmured into his chest.
He rolled me off him. That was a surprise but as his cock slid out from my clenching pussy, his smile only got bigger. I sat cross-legged on the bed as he picked up his jeans and pulled something out from a front pocket. He knelt on the bed in front of me as he put his hand out toward me with a small black box on his palm.
"I've been carrying this around with me for a week now just hoping and waiting." I looked at his beaming face and the small box on his palm. I watched as his other hand opened the box and turned it to face me. "Amy, will you marry me?" It was a diamond ring. I gazed at it. My head was nodding enthusiastically before I could get the word out. Of course, I would marry him!
"It isn't very big, I know... someday I'll be able to afford..." But I stopped him with a kiss.
"No, you won't," I said with finality. "No future ring could possibly give me more joy than this one is giving me." I held out my finger and he slipped it on. A perfect fit and a perfect ring.
We fucked several more times but every time facing each other in missionary or cowgirl. It seemed we didn't want to take our eyes from each other.
Talking to Ronnie's mother was interesting. Ronnie and she were too close for us to ignore her feelings after she raised him alone and they fought and scraped together to have the life they ultimately created. Awkward would probably be a more appropriate word description. Awkward not because I was white, definitely. Some because I was pregnant and she might have the same concerns about where Ronnie's life might go with this marriage and this too familiar way of starting out with a family. But also awkward because I was much closer in age to her than to Ronnie. Ultimately, though, she saw Ronnie's love of me and his excitement about the pregnancy, the same excitement I exuded. She also saw the respect and love that filled me every time Ronnie was nearby.
It was a quick and small wedding in a small rural church. Each week advanced my pregnant state and it wasn't something we were the least bit ashamed of. We could have waited for several months, had the baby, and fit me back into a sleek dress. This pregnancy was what made our relationship real and truly possible. If Ronnie and his mother were okay with it, I wanted to stand in front of the small group who would be invited in full disclosure, as it were. I was excited and proud to be marrying Ronnie and having his baby. I wanted both to be celebrated.
I didn't go in a white dress. I went with a fitted pastel in silk and lace. My even larger breasts presented cleavage that Ronnie insisted on when we tried out dresses. The body was fitted to my growing belly and only barely fit after the week between fitting and the ceremony, which was beautiful, what little I actually remember of it. I confess, as many probably would, to being fixated on my husband-to-be than on the minister's words. The minister didn't know me but for the little he gather from our meeting with him. He did, however, know Ronnie well and talked about the man I was marrying to great length and admiration. When the minister delivered the final five words, we had to both lean over my belly to perform the kiss that brought claps and cheers, perhaps the most raucous of the cheers from Ronnie's three friends.
Ronnie has booked a week at a nude resort in the islands. Ronnie's mom argued we should wait for that until after the baby; she, as Ronnie predicted, would eagerly care for it. I politely vetoed that that would be too long because I wanted to breastfeed and naturally wean the baby. Besides, I said, the point of being nude is to be seen and who could be more seen than a very pregnant woman?
First, though, Ronnie has planned a wedding night celebration with his three now business partners after forming a joint venture at my urging. Their constant talk about missing larger projects because regional needs wanted a one-stop place for remodeling projects, I urged them to combine their talents into a single firm. They were skeptical. None of them had the inclination to manage a larger firm or keep track of all the supplies, varied project schedules, or multiple customers. I wasn't always just a housewife, I told them. I had a business degree and experience before getting married. We had yet to finalize the effort but I knew we needed a small office and a storage building for equipment and supplies. I already confirmed my belief that Ronnie's mom would support the effort by caring for the baby enough hours to allow me to manage the office.
After a joyous reception at Ronnie's mom's house with dinner and limited alcohol, Ronnie and I made our exit mid-afternoon. By the time the three other men arrived at the lake, Ronnie had muscled a tub of ice and beer to the shade of the deck and spread several thick blankets and four lawn chairs arranged around it.
Ronnie walked into the bedroom where I stood quietly. He came up behind me, his hands hugging me from behind, both hands covering my eighth-month swollen belly. He looked up into the mirror at my eyes. "Okay?" he asked.
I hugged his hands over my belly and beamed back up to him. "I'm Mrs. Ronald Daniels! I'm going to be a mom! If it's the rest of it you're asking about, you've awakened a sexual being, honey. I love satisfying ALL your desires, ideas, or fantasies. Look," I finished by indicating the vanity tabletop at our side. On it was a large tube of lubrication that I thought would be enough for both this evening and our honeymoon. He smiled in recognition, turned me in his arms, and we kissed. At that moment we heard the crunch of gravel under tires outside.
I was outside first as Ronnie grabbed the last of the items we'd need for outside. I carefully waddled down the steps of the deck to meet them with hugs and kisses. With these three, it was kisses on the lips and not quick ones. Several slipping tongues between my lips and all of them feeling some part of my naked body.
When Ronnie joined us, each of the guys toasted us as newlyweds, although very familiarly with bottles of beer. Still not drinking, being a good girl throughout pregnancy, I was given a bottle of water. Each of the guys toasted with congratulations and memories. Some of the memories became quite ribald in recounting other times we had together and the first time I appeared to them on the dock naked with lunch that was eaten much too fast. We all laughed, I blushed a few times. These were men who were beyond mere friends or work associates or partners. They were all closer, much closer, than that.
We were soon in the chairs. Ronnie only set up four chairs because I always sat on his lap. As in other times, he had me place my legs outside his, then he opened his legs to expose me fully to the others. My swollen belly, full breasts, and glistening pussy. They were familiar with my body but it was still a tease or different than a tease; a preamble of sorts of what everyone knew was to come. And, since everyone knew and everyone was confident in what was to come and that it would all be a free-flowing of activity and experience, there was no rush to begin. We were comfortable talking. They were comfortable looking. And they did.
