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?
