Page 1 of Our Little Wedding

Ainsley

“Anyone want coffee?” I questioned.

I stood in front of the sink, washing the last of the dinner dishes.

“Love some,” my father called out.

“Yes, please,” Spencer answered.

After I wiped down the counters, I flipped the switch on the coffeemaker and emptied the dishwater from the sink. We’d spent New Year’s Day with my father. Jane, his new girlfriend, was working at the hospital, and I felt bad that he’d be alone. It was easier now that Dad had given Spencer and me his blessing to date. Things had seemed to improve between the three of us since the holiday party Spencer had held for his clients.

I worked diligently to put the dishes away, while my father and Spencer retired into the living room. They’d thrown on a replay of the most recent hockey game and now sat shouting at the TV. I giggled, listening to them banter back and forth as I pulled three plates out of the cupboard and cut three pieces of cake for dessert, and then I waited for the coffee to finish perking while silently humming a song to myself.

I heard laughter coming from the other room, and I smiled. It was nice to see them getting along again. It was also nice notto have to sneak around anymore. Once that happened, not only did my relationship improve with my father, but so did theirs. They were back to speaking again and going out for wings and beer on game nights.

However, while that was good for now, my dad still didn’t have any idea about the baby or our engagement. We’d decided not to tell him everything at once. Spencer had told me he wanted to ask my father’s permission to marry me, but we agreed not to tell him about the baby until later. Besides, it was too early to say anything. My family doctor figured I was only maybe four weeks along and we didn’t want him to think we were having some shotgun wedding because I was pregnant.

I’d just pulled mugs down from the cupboard when I felt Spencer wrap his arms around me from behind and pull me against him. “Need any help?” he questioned, kissing the side of my neck.

“I think I got it,” I said, placing my hand on his muscular forearm. “You haven’t said anything to him yet have you?” I questioned while closing my eyes as he kissed my neck again.

“I promised you I’d wait until you are in the living room with me.” Spencer placed a kiss on my shoulder and chuckled. “Don’t you trust me?”

I smiled and said, “I trust you,” while spinning in his arms and kissing him.

He wrapped his arms around me, kissing me a little harder, his tongue parting my lips and meeting mine, while his hands cupped my ass. The second our lips parted, I leaned my head against his chest, breathing hard. I could already feel his hard cock pressing into me.

“You better calm that down.” I giggled.

“I could take you right here, right now.” He whispered and let out a chuckle while adjusting himself. “Anything I can help you with?”

“Could you take the cake in?”

“I can,” he said, grabbing my ass and kissing me one more time before picking up the three plates.

I poured two cups of coffee and filled my mug with hot water from the kettle, plopping in a tea bag. Then I put the three mugs on the small tray and carried them into the living room.

“This looks fantastic,” my father said, taking a bite of the double fudge chocolate cake I’d made. “I’ve been missing your baking around here.”

I smiled. “Dad, anytime you want anything, just ask me. I’m more than happy to make you something.”

I’d basically moved out and in with Spencer the second Dad had said we could date. I kept some of my things at the house here, and occasionally to please my father, I came back home for a night. Those nights were few because it was easier to be with Spencer since the morning sickness had struck me hard.

“I’m so glad you are feeling better. That flu you had really hit you bad,” Dad said.

I looked at Spencer out of the corner of my eye. His eyes met mine for a split second. “Yeah, it was a bad one,” Spencer bit out.

“Looks like you lost a lot of weight, too,” Dad replied, giving me a once over.

“You think I’ve lost weight?” I questioned, looking down at myself. “I don’t think I have.” I shrugged, trying to play it off.

“No, neither do I,” Spencer said.

“Well, I do, but don’t worry, you’ll put it back on in no time,” Dad said. “You always lost weight when you got the flu.”

I glanced again at Spencer, who sat there watching me. Then he sat forward. “So, Jon, how are things with Jane?”

“Good, very good. We are looking at planning a trip in the coming weeks.”

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