Page 105 of Trust Me With Forever

I complied, and she soon cried out as she gripped and released my cock. Her little pulses sent me over the edge, and I spilled inside her before collapsing.

I didn’t know how long I lay there, with Abby stroking my back, before she said, “I love you, but you’re a little heavy.”

“Sorry.” I quickly rolled to the side, taking her with me, and kissed the top of her head. Holding her close, I took a second to revel in her heat and scent and the absolute rightness of the moment.

Abigail was my wife. She loved me, and we’d have our fucking happily ever after one day, no matter what it took.

Eventually, Abby yawned and then said, “I love you and your cuddles. But right now, I’m so tired.”

I pulled the blanket up and tucked it around us. “Get some sleep. I’d rather not have to face Grumpy Abby.”

She playfully slapped my chest. “Be nice.”

I laughed and hugged her tighter. “I love you, but if you think you have a guy who will never tease you, then you have the wrong husband.”

She propped her chin on my chest and looked up, smiling. “I have exactly the right husband, even if he’s a meanie sometimes.”

I lightly smacked her butt and said, “We’re an even match, love. It’ll make life interesting.”

“Yes, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

And as I held my wife, she soon fell asleep and began to faintly snore.

Yes, I had exactly the right wife. One who loved and accepted me, but never put up with my shit.

Life was almost perfect. And I was damned if CGN or her ex would ruin our future.

Chapter Forty-Two

Abby

Aunt Lori:Are you sure he’s coming to the party?

Me:Yes, like I told you a million times before, Fernando is coming. The rest is up to you!

Aunt Lori:I’ll try. Although who knows how many others I’ll have to fight off just to dance with him.

Me:You say that, but he always smiles wider when he sees you, Aunt Lori. Be yourself, don’t hold back, and you’ll win him in no time.

Aunt Lori:Easier said than done. I haven’t gone on a date in decades.

Me (typed but deleted):I wish I would’ve helped you earlier. I’m sorry.

Me (actual reply instead):You are amazing and Fernando will be lucky to dance with you. Just be yourself.

Aunt Lori:Thanks, child. But focus on your day. This is the wedding reception you should’ve had all those months ago.

Me:Thanks! Let’s hope nothing goes wrong…

Two and a half months later, my husband finally led me out for our first official dance onto the temporary dance floor at the edge of my family’s apple orchard.

Oh, I wasn’t wearing a white wedding dress, and we’d been married for almost four months now. However, we’d decided to make it a party to remember instead of trying to pretend we’d just gotten hitched. And it’d been Rafe’s idea to have it near the orchard since he’d missed the chance to propose to me there, as was the tradition in my family.

It also made me feel closer to my parents since they couldn’t be there.

Once Rafe pulled me close, we moved to the music. My family cheered, and I couldn’t help but smile.

Rafe said, “Are they cheering because they like seeing you happy, or because you won’t be moving back home?”

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