Page 43 of Marco's Girl

“I’m getting married today?” I whisper. My eyes start to water. Of course that’s what Marco has been doing. He’s always trying to handle whatever he can for me. To do what he thinks is best. It’s always me that he puts first.

“He didn't want you worrying over it.”

I turn and take off to find my soon to be husband.

“Get back here! We have hair and makeup,” Sophia shouts after me but I walk faster, needing to find Marco. Wanting to see the perfect man who had stolen my heart all those years ago.

I find him in our bedroom, already dressed in his tux. He has grown into such a handsome man. When we first met he was still a boy even though he’d already seen more than most grown men had in their lives, but now he is all man.

“You better take that suit off if you don’t want to wrinkle it.” I throw myself at him. He easily catches me.

“Nah. I think I’ll fuck you in it before I make you my wife.” He pins me to the wall.

“You can’t see the bride before the wedding!” I hear Sophia shout. She doesn’t try and open the door.

“When do we move?” I ask him between kisses as he reaches between us, freeing himself. I’m thankful I wore a dress today. He only has to push my panties aside and he’s inside me.

“After the honeymoon.” He groans as he says it. “Taking you to Paris. I know how hard you’ve been working on your French.”

“Did you hear me?” Sophia shouts again.

“Do I need to remind you of your wedding day?” I shout back. “There were dead bodies everywhere.”

“Gross!” she gasps. At first I think she’s talking about the dead bodies, but then she says, “Are you talking to me while my brother bangs you?” She makes a fake gagging noise.

I’d laugh if I wasn’t already about to come. Marco in a tux is something else. Not to mention everything he’s done to make this wedding happen.

“Hurry up. We got shit to do.” Sophia stomps off. I’m going to miss living with them, but we‘re only moving next door. It’ll be nice to have some privacy.

“You going to become my wife today?” Marco thrusts in and out of me.

“Yes.” I dig my fingers into his back, clinging to him. “I’m going to be your everything.”

“Fuck yes. You already are my everything.” He kisses me. “I love you, babydoll.”

“I love you too,” I say against his mouth, thinking I’ll wait until the honeymoon to tell him I’m pregnant. The joke’s on everyone in this house because I’m the one holding the biggest surprise of them all.

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