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Lucky for them, I would only be an annoyance for so long! But I’d be back later to play with them, that was for sure. After saying my goodbyes to the kids and bidding Madeline farewell for now, I was off to go shopping with the girls.
The ride was pleasant, with the sun shining brightly overhead. We were headed to a gown shop that wasn’t private, but was still rather expensive, something I could cover with my funds with ease. I wasn’t afraid to spend a lot on this wedding. It was to be a special day.
During the drive there, I chatted with Sophia and my stepmother. I explained, first, the big reveal I planned for James. “I think the waiter knew that we had a little fun before dinner,” I said, blushing a bit and rubbing the back of my neck.
“Becca!” my stepmother said with a laugh, shaking her head. “Though that entire day, and dinner following, sounds very romantic. James is such a wonderful father. I’m honored to be his stepmother-in-law,” she said. I nodded to her, beyond happy she approved.
Sophia said, “Tell us about the proposal! I heard it was something both very cute, and very special.” My stepmother nodded, causing me to close my eyes and grin widely at the memory of how wonderful my soon-to-be-husband’s proposal had been.
I went into detail as to what James did, then said, “Involving the family made it completely magical. He didn’t have to do that, but he did. He’s so happy about this baby, just like I am,” I said. “Things are really working out for our family.”
The other women gushed over this, asking plenty of questions as the car pulled into the lot. We parked and were helped out by security, who flanked us as we approached the shop. The building was exquisite, with large glass windows showing intricate dresses on display.
My heart began to pound with even more excitement. I entered the shop with the other two women in tow, greeted by a very kind associate. “Ciao! Benvenuto!!” the lady working for the shop said with a huge smile. “I can help you find the perfect dress today!”
“Hi, grazie” I said cheerfully, letting her lead us to the back and listening to the various questions she gave regarding the style of dress I wanted. “I was thinking of something not too poofy, but also not something that will hug my figure too much. I’m pregnant.”
“Oh, how wonderful!” the woman exclaimed, clapping her hands. Sophia and my stepmother exchanged a glance in agreement, chatting away with one another and me as she went to the back to find a few perfect selections.
I sat there practically glowing as I waited for a few dresses to be brought out. The first one arrived, looking gorgeous. This one had bits of flowing cloth falling down to the floor, blush-pink in color. There were white flowers patterned on it, though not necessarily roses. Hmm…
“I’d love to try it on,” I said, knowing the first one would likely not be my choice, but wanting to try it on anyway. I slipped into the dressing room, taking some time to get into the dress so as to not risk ripping it, despite how excited I was, of course.
When I was finished, I did a little twirl in the mirror, then emerged to where Sophia and Tara were waiting. Immediately, their eyes widened, and they let out soft squeals of approval. Sophia clapped her hands, and Tara put a hand over her heart.
“Becca,” Tara said, “that’s beautiful. It fits you so well! Your favorite color, too, without being overwhelming.” Sophia nodded in agreement.
“I think it looks gorgeous, Becca. Is that one you like too?” she asked. I thought for a moment and gave a slow nod, wearing a soft smile.
“Sort of,” I replied. “I want to try on more of them, but this one may be an option. I was thinking more of a rose theme, though, and these flowers aren’t quite there yet,” I said. The two women nodded in agreement to what I said, murmuring that roses would indeed be a better fit.
The next few dresses were also beautiful, but not quite right. One was a bit too poofy, even if not overly so. One hugged my figure just a bit too much but had a rose design that I fell in love with. Sadly, it just wasn’t comfortable enough to give the green light.
Eventually, I came out of the dressing room in a gown that had my eyes widened and my heart pounding. The dress was absolutely perfect. As I did a twirl in front of the others, feeling the movement of the dress along with my body, I knew it was the one.
The dress had flowing fabric on the lower half, a slightly brighter pink than the first dress, but not overly so. Rose designs seemed to drip down the bottom of the dress, which was a beautiful choice of design.
The upper half was also made of flowers as if I’d be lying in a field of them while walking around. They were small, though, so they didn’t immediately catch the eye as a bunch of flowers until someone got closer. It would be perfect for pictures.
Sophia and my stepmother’s jaws dropped. They exchanged a glance and gasped, eyeing me up and down. My stepmother spoke first. “Becca,” she breathed. “That one looks magical on you. Just the right fit and style. It feels so… you.”
“Yes, I agree,” Sophia said, giving a nod. “Not that the other dresses didn’t also make you look like the princess you are. But this one? It’s too perfect. Are you going with it?” she asked, tilting her head curiously. I smiled and gave a nod.
Breathlessly, I said, “I think this is the one. It feels so right. James is going to love it. Oh, it’s so beautiful!” I added. That’s when the tears began to flow down my face, and I covered it, my emotions overwhelming me suddenly.
The two women got up and held me there in a warm hug. I was so happy, this dress was so beautiful, our family was safe, and this wedding would be wonderful. It had taken some hurdles to get through, but here we were.
With that, I got out of the dress and made the purchase. It’d be hidden from James until the big day, of course. Sophia gave me a huge hug, and I told her to go with a light-hearted, bright theme for her dress. I didn’t have anything specific in mind.
“Let me take you both out to lunch,” my stepmother said on the way out of the shop. I beamed at her, loving that idea and the chance to spend more time with them. Both Sophia and I agreed, and soon, we were off to eat at a restaurant of her choosing.
The wedding preparation was going so smoothly, and now, I had a beautiful dress that James would undoubtedly adore as I did. My heart sang with happiness. This was going to be magical.
Becca.
“I think this hall would be wonderful,” I said to James, giving a happy smile. At the moment, we were going over wedding plans. We were rounding even more things out, which was beyond exciting. Everyone was adjusting to the move well, too.
I’d jumped at the suggestion of a smaller compound. I didn’t mind the downgrade in size. What was more important was that fewer eyes would be on us. We’d have another baby soon, and less stress would be wonderful. I could settle down as a mother.
Still, James was acting a tad distant, causing me to tilt my head. “What do you think?” I asked, causing him to snap his attention to me. He furrowed his brow, no doubt embarrassed, and gave a sheepish grin. He scanned the page on my screen.
I turned to study him for a moment, asking softly, “Is everything okay?” As stressed as I was about him being the Don, I learned to work with him as opposed to getting so angry. That never helped the situation, after all. Took a while, but better late than never.
“Yes,” James said, letting out a sigh. “I’m just tired. Work things, and all. I’ll be fine,” he said. I nodded, wondering if he could use some seducing. Was he too tired for fun? I didn’t want to pester him if he was. When we finished going over these plans, I would give him a hint.
James refocused and looked at the hall, giving it his full attention and smiling broadly. “This looks perfect, yes. You wanted a fairy tale theme?” he asked, causing me to chuckle and give a shrug.
“Well, the kids will be there, but also, it fits with the pink horses and unicorns thing.” I blushed a bit, thinking back to how he proposed to me. It was cute and kiddish, but it worked for me, and made me happy. That was what mattered. “I wanted things to be lighthearted.”
He nodded, giving a wink. “We’ll get some pink and white balloons, then. My suit won’t need to be pink, right?” he asked, crinkling his nose. I laughed at him, turning my head to give him a kiss on the cheek and shaking my head.
“No. Unless you get me angry enough. There won’t be shouting, just the demand of a pink suit. Try not to step on my toes while going to the kitchen, in that case,” I said, my tone a light-hearted and joking one. James chuckled along with me.
“As you wish, your majesty,” he said. He turned to give me a full, deep kiss on the lips, something I gladly accepted. A feeling of bliss washed over me at how tender he was. Things really had been changing for the better, and I couldn’t be happier.
We went over a few other plans, such as the guests we would invite. James’s family would be there, including Giovani, who he said helped him with many things. Including planning out that proposal! How clever.
I was happy for James and trusted him with all my heart now. Problems had kept coming up for us, but as he promised, they were always taken care of. That lingering incident with Allison hung on my mind a bit, but I thought about it less now that we’d moved to this smaller compound.
Security seemed to relax a bit more too. Not in terms of attentiveness, but just general demeanor. I thought we all felt that this place was safer. No more Cartwrights sending people and trying to hurt my family. At least, I hoped so.
Anyway, when we finished going over a few more important items, I turned my head to study James. I asked, “Are you feeling well enough to take me to bed? You look like you need it with how stressed you are.” My tone was sultry.
James blinked, a hungry grin spreading across his face. In no time, I was swept up into his arms, though more gently than usual since I was carrying a child. I let out a joyous laugh as he placed me on the bed, giving me a wink.
“I do need it, thank you, Becca. I want to hear you moaning for me,” he said, his voice dripping with wanting. He took no time to remove my clothing, but slowed then, wanting to give a proper buildup first. I shuddered as he began planting kisses on my belly and torso.
His fingers began to brush against the most sensitive areas on my skin. I closed my eyes, getting lost in the sensation as he traced along my body. Eventually, he made his way to the sensitive flesh between my thighs. I let out a gasp as he slipped a finger in.
He inserted another, then a third, causing me to arch my back and let out a moan. I wanted more. The rich feeling of pleasure rushed through my body, and intensified, as James began to rub at my cl*t. Fluid began to spill from me, encouraging James further.
“That’s it, baby,” he said softly, climbing on top of me while he continued those actions. He leaned down and gave me a deep kiss, intensifying the movements of his hand and causing me to moan into the kiss. He gave a low grunt, and I could tell he was aroused now too.
He removed his fingers and ground against me, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I let out a gasp, squirming beneath him, wanting him to take me as soon as possible.
James was focused on keeping the buildup going so that I would have a sweeter release, though. Much to my dismay. I wanted him now!
He let go of my nipple, only to give attention to the other. The way he swirled it with his tongue had more groans and moans spilling from me. Finally, I had to say, “James, f*ck me. I need it. Please.” He enjoyed it when I begged him, that much I could tell.
He began to grind even harder, reaching down to undo his pants. His c*ck sprang out, throbbing and ready to fill me completely. I bit my lip, wanting him to do so now, and wiggled my hips for emphasis. Finally, he gave me what I wanted.
James impaled me with his c*ck, causing me to cry out with wanting. I encouraged him to go harder, wrapping my arms around his torso and moving my hips with his thrusts. Pleasure coursed through me as the buildup to my release intensified.
He leaned to whisper into my ear, “Like that, baby? You’re doing so good, taking me like this. I’ll go harder if you want. Do you want me to go harder?” His voice was sultry and deep, causing me to let out a moan and squirm.
