Smiling, Aaron stood up. “Another item to check off your sex bucket list, baby. This is as close to public sex as I’m letting you get.”
Biting down on my lip, I giggled. “Oh! I forgot, we need to talk about kids.”
Aaron’s face fell. “Is it everyone’s goal today to make me a nervous wreck? What do you mean? Are you . . . are we?”
Aaron’s eyes fell to my stomach. “No! Oh God no, I’m not pregnant.”
Letting out a breath, Aaron said, “Thank you, God.”
My heart sank as the reality of Aaron not wanting kids kicked in. “You don’t want kids?” I said with sadness lacing my voice.
Aaron’s eyes widened in horror. “What? Yes! Oh my gosh, yes, I want kids, Sierra. More than anything I want to have kids. I just want to spend some time with you first. But yes . . . baby, I want to be the father of our kids more than anything.”
Smiling bigger, I looked down, almost afraid to ask the next question. I didn’t want to wait long. I would be thirty-one in a couple of months, and I didn’t want to be one of those parents that waited until they were forty to have kids.
“Um . . . how long do you want to wait until we start trying?”
Placing his hands on the sides of my face, Aaron pierced my eyes with his. “I was thinking we play it by ear. Get ourselves settled into our new house, get Princess trained a bit more, and let you settle into your new job. I’d hate for you to feel like you’ve been robbed of the chance to pursue this avenue in your career. Spend some time focusing on us.” Leaning closer to me, Aaron brushed his lips gently across mine as he whispered, “But . . . Sierra, if you want to start trying, we can start now.”
Oh my word. How in the world did I luck out with this man? Pulling him closer to me, I kissed him with everything I had. “Let’s get through our honeymoon and get things settled like you said, then we will start thinking about little Aarons running around the house with Princess chasing them down.”
Closing his eyes, Aaron smiled. “God, that sounds like a dream come true.” Opening his eyes and smiling even bigger, Aaron whispered, “I love you so much.”
Pressing my lips together to keep from crying, I tried to calm my beating heart as I slowly spoke. “I love you more.”
The knock on the door caused both Aaron and me to let out a scream.
The door opened and I quickly stood behind Aaron. Ryn was standing there with an angry look on her face.
“Oh for Christ’s sake. Dodge zip up your dick, Sierra get the hell dressed. We are now late!”
Turning, Ryn slammed the door shut as Aaron and I both looked down at his dick. It was safely stowed inside his pants as we both let out a sigh of relief. I quickly got dressed and made sure my hair was still all in position.
“You go first, baby. I’ll see you in a few minutes?” Aaron said as he walked me to the door. It was then I noticed he was in his tux. Holy shit. He was handsome as hell.
My libido kicked in again and I went to wrap my arms around his neck when he lifted his finger and shook his head. “Go! Before I fuck you again. This time you won’t be able to hold your screams back with my kiss.”
“Oh my,” I whimpered as I quickly made my way out of the pool house and back to the guest house, where a very pissed off Ryn stood at the back door.
Giving her a silly grin as I walked up, she asked, “Was it worth it?”
Nodding my head, I said, “He’s always worth it.”
“Oh sweet Jesus, you look like your mother,” my father said as he wiped a tear away. “I wish she could have been here to see you.”
Smiling, I looked down at my beautiful gown. Robert had wanted to elope, so I never got to have my fairy tale wedding. I was glad in a way; I wanted this with Aaron, not Robert.
“Are you both ready?” Ryn asked as she began ushering us toward the back of the house. We had skillfully managed to make our way back with no one seeing us. Now, all I had to do was walk out onto the back deck, down the stairs, and down the make-shift aisle I feared I was going to trip on.
Daddy turned to me and asked, “Are you sure you want to marry him? I could make sure he left you alone if you didn’t want to marry him. You’d be amazed what a few paint fumes could do.”
Rolling my eyes, I playfully hit my father on the chest. “Stop it. I love him and he makes me happy, Daddy.”
Kissing me lightly on the cheek, he whispered, “That’s all that matters.”
The music started and Kacey walked first, followed by Azurdee and then Ryn. It didn’t help that Azurdee was pregnant as all get out and moved slower than molasses down the stairs.
