A/N: Thank you for your patience, a lot has happened since the last update, but most importantly I graduated from my masters program! I'm grateful for all your love and support for both this story and my personal life. You guys are the best, I'll never take it for granted! As all of us are Fifty fans in some form, please note this story is for mature audiences and this chapter is quite mature, but I had more than one of you (dirty) girls ask me when this was happening ;) so here we are! Enjoy!

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I wake to the feel of Dakota's soft kisses on my neck, her warm body pressed flesh against mine. I smirk, slipping my hand around her waist to cup her bare ass and give it a gentle squeeze.

She giggles and trails her lips up over my cheek and to my mouth. I open my tired eyes into her gleeful blues.

"Good morning, beautiful," I mutter against her lips.

"Good morning, fiancé." She scrunches her nose with a wide smile before dropping her lips to my chest.

"I could get used to this," I say, resting both arms under my head to prop myself up.

She runs her tongue across my abs to my happy trail. "I'm going to make the best wife."

"There was never a doubt in my mind, baby."

"And you're already perfect for me. In all ways." She strokes my dick, and I can't help bucking my hips. We made love over and over last night, but neither of us can get enough.

"Are you sore?" I ask.

She raises an eyebrow, licking the tip before shaking her head. "Worth it."

"Then ride me."

She smirks, sitting up to straddle my hips and center my dick at her folds. She sinks down as we both drown in our engagement glow.

***

After a lovely wake up call, Dakota and I find ourselves laughing over breakfast. She's in the mood to go outdoors today, and despite wanting to stay cuddled with her by the fire, I agree that I don't want to waste this trip by neglecting the snow that's continued to fall since our arrival.

I don't miss the little ways her ring glistens under the skylight or the clink it makes when she slips her plate into the sink. The white gold band with a halo of diamonds around a square-cut 1.5-carat stunner—I'd done pretty fucking good if I said so myself. It's beauty only amplified by the woman wearing it.

Dakota pours herself another cup of coffee, the ring catching my eye again as she wraps her hands around the ceramic. She's really going to marry me.

"I'm going to call Mom," she says. "I can't wait until we get back."

I grin. "Okay, baby."

She leans up to kiss me quick then steps away to use her phone. I take care of wiping down the counters as to not leave any sort of mess Mel will have to pay a crew to clean up.

"Hi, Mama," Dakota says.

"Hi, Coqui." Mel's voice fills the space—she has her on FaceTime.

"I have something to show you," Dakota goes on.

"Well, let me see then!" I chuckle at Mel's pretending.

Dakota is standing by the French doors and I watch as she holds her hand up to show her mom. They both squeal over one another.

"Oh my God, baby girl. You're getting married!"

Dakota giggles. "I am, Mama. To the best man in the entire universe." She turns to wink at me.

"Is the groom nearby?" Mel asks.

Dakota wiggles her finger for me to join. I walk toward her and she moves the phone so Mel can see me.

"Morning, Mel," I say.

"Good morning and congratulations, sweet boy. I see you finally put a ring on it."

I feel my blush as Dakota kisses my cheek.

"I couldn't wait another day," I answer. "I love your daughter too much to prolong it."

Dakota rests her head on my shoulder as we watch Mel light up. Her eyes are welling with tears.

"You two are perfect. Absolutely perfect. And you're going to give me perfect grandchildren."

Dakota and I share a laugh.

"One step at a time, Mama. I want my dream wedding first."

Dakota verbalizing it to her mum further proves Italy is what she wants. And I'm going to give it to her no matter the cost or lengths we have to go to. I'll make this happen for her.

"Okay fine. Wedding first, but I want a honeymoon baby."

Dakota snorts. "This conversation is over. I love you, don't tell Daddy. I want to."

Mel winks. "It's your news to share. I love you both."

I blow her a kiss before Dakota ends the call.

"Don next?" I ask as she turns to look at me.

"Why don't you call your dad? I'll give you some privacy."

I furrow my eyebrows. "You don't have to go, baby."

Her eyes drop to my chest as she contemplates her words. "I know things are different for you. You've done this before."

I cup her face with my hand and she leans into it. "Maybe I have, but that doesn't change that this time it's for real. My dad knows that. My whole family loves you, they're going to be ecstatic."

She offers me a half smile. "Then call him. I want them to be as much a part of this news and process as my parents."

"They'd love that." I kiss her forehead, beyond grateful that this is the woman I get to spend my life with, and give her a family. She loves mine unconditionally.

My dad isn't big on video chats, so I decide to call instead. Dakota sits down on the couch with her coffee as I pace around the living room waiting for him to pick up.

"Jamie," he answers.

"Hey, Dad. How are things?"

"Fine, son. Just fine. And you?"

I smile at Dakota as my heart rate increases at the sight of me catching her admiring her diamond.

"Exceptional, really."

He doesn't answer for a couple breaths. "Well, I'm happy to hear you're hanging in there with everything swirling about."

"Yeah, um, I wanted to tell you something since it won't be public knowledge for quite some time."

"Go on," he encourages.

"I asked Dakota to marry me last night."

Again there's silence on the other end. She's beaming up at me from where I stand by the fireplace. I try to match her expression, but my dad's lack of response has me reeling.

"Is she—"

He doesn't have to finish. "No, Dad. She's not."

I have unwanted flashbacks of Amelia getting pregnant after our engagement and us having to move the wedding up to accommodate. I should've known then I'd made a grave mistake. Alas, Dakota and I are going to do this at her pace. I won't mess this up for her. We'd had one scare, and that was enough for us both.

"Congratulations, son. I know it must be a relief for you."

I wink at Dakota who now seems a bit concerned with my side of the conversation.

"A huge relief. For both of us, I think."

She nods in agreement.

"Did you set a date?"

I laugh. "Not yet. It's only been a few hours."

He chuckles on the other end at the absurdity of his own question. "Of course. So what about the public? You just came off of a divorce."

My dad—the logical one.

"Right. We won't announce anything for a while. Whatever timeline Evelyn and Robin agree on, I guess. I don't necessarily care to be honest. The timing was right for us, no one else."

"I know you'll be sensible," he says. "I trust you made the move that felt right in your heart. Follow that, not your brain, and it'll never lead you astray."

"Absolutely. I'm tired of the mind games. I just want my happy ending." I notice I've lowered my voice, not to be discreet in front of her, but also hoping she takes my side of what she can hear the right way.

"You love her," he says. "No one doubts that. And I'm proud of you for finding your ever after. Your mum would be, too."

This comment causes my breath to catch in my throat.

"I think she'd approve." I watch Dakota sip her coffee.

"I know she would. Samina and I send our love from across the pond. Have you told your sisters?"

"Not yet. We're covering parents first."

"Then I'll keep my excited mouth shut."

We have a laugh.

"Your words and consent mean the world to me."

"Jamie, you know yourself better than anyone. I can only support your choices in life. But I think this time you've made the best one."

"The one I should've waited for."

"That's in the past. Let it go, son. Now go enjoy your celebration. Tell Dakota we love her."

My heart soars at that.

"We love you, too."

I hang up and plop down on the couch beside Dakota. She turns, laying her legs across my lap. I stroke her silky smooth calves as I smile over at her.

"Dad sends his love," I say.

She smirks. "He's a sweet man. You get it honest."

I sigh. "He thought you were pregnant."

She snorts and I can't help my own snicker.

"Not yet."

The "yet" makes the girly butterflies flutter.

"Soon, though. One step at a time."

She nods, looking down at the cup in her hands. "I guess we have to be super careful. Not that we weren't before, but you know..."

I wrinkle my forehead. "We are, baby. You take your pills."

"Religiously. Just...I'm worried about an accident."

"You want me to wear condoms?" I ask, pleading with her gaze to say no.

"Of course not."

I hope she didn't notice my sigh of relief.

"But, I don't know." She shrugs.

"No, we don't do that. Tell me."

"I want our wedding first," she says. "I want a baby with you more than anything, but I'm old fashioned and want to do this right."

I smile to ease her worries. "I'm with you, and we will. Wedding first."

"Then honeymoon baby." She winks.

I chuckle. "Mel has influenced you, I see."

"Maybe. But now that we're engaged I want to be married and start a family. It feels real to me and no longer a dream."

My eyes widen. "You're ready to jump all in?"

She nods. "What you said last night and the things we talked about until late this morning, I want that sooner not later. I know we have a world of PR against us, but I'm prepared because you are."

"I'll be ready whenever, baby. There's no pressure on my end."

"Then pressure me," she mumbles. "I want our life together. The one we've been dreaming of. Let's make it real."

I almost can't believe my ears. The woman who was caught between her career and her future now is ready for it all.

"You're serious?" I ask.

"I am, babe. Make me a wife and a mommy."

I swallow the lump in my throat. She's handing herself to me on a silver platter.

"When can we get married?"

"Logically?" she asks. "Probably not soon. Summer at the earliest."

"Then summer it is."

She's trying to suppress her grin. "Okay."

"Okay." My eyes bounce between hers.

"And..." She stops herself.

"And?"

"I want to be pregnant by my birthday."

I swear the skies have opened and the angels are rejoicing. She means it. She wants it right now. And I am more than willing to oblige.

I lick my lips. "We can manage that."

She nestles closer and I capture her lips when she leans in. I let her deepen it, because I am over the moon in pure paradise that we're doing this. The world has been in our way, but we're done letting it ruin our plans. Even if I have to hide the truth from everyone I will—she is now my world. Nothing else matters except her and my daughters' happiness.

She slowly breaks us apart and I smirk as our eyes meet.

"I love you," I say. "And I'm glad we're on the same page with our future."

"I am too. I love you so much."

I tuck a hair behind her ear. "So what's on the agenda today?"

"Let's do something fun outdoors. The snow is too beautiful." She scratches at my beard and I can't help my grin.

"No more fire sex?"

She giggles. "I have a surprise for you later. We can move it closer to the fire if you want."

I wiggle my eyebrows. "Now you're talking."

She nudges me, pecking my cheek. "Let's go sledding. I saw there's a few still under the porch."

"Okay, baby. I'm game for whatever."

"Plus, we shouldn't go skiing and risk getting caught. This way we can sled in privacy out back."

"You think of everything." My eyes bounce between hers.

"You sure do." She winks and jumps up from the couch, offering me a hand.

I take it and let her pull me to my feet. She yelps when I tap her ass before taking off toward the stairs to change.

***

Dakota and I had a blast sledding. But we can make a good time out of anything. My competitiveness came out a bit and we raced and I attempted some tricks, because I love showing off for her. Having her undivided attention only amplifies that desire. Unfortunately, it also caused her to injure her hand. She'd tried to stop herself from sliding across the driveway and in doing so she rolled over her own hand.

We'd iced it when we came back in, and she swore to me it wasn't anything serious. I hated that she got hurt on our adventure, but she was a good sport about it and laughed it off.

Now she's left me downstairs to prepare my surprise in the bedroom. I'm bouncing my knee in anticipation at the idea. Hopefully it's nothing that involves her hand—her mouth should be able to fill in.

I'm pulled from my dirty thoughts at the sound of heels tapping down the wooden staircase. I clear my throat as I wait for Dakota to appear. She comes around the corner and I swear I have an instant tent in my pants.

"Wow," I mouth.

She sets a hand on her hip, letting me drink her in. She's wearing a black lace push-up bra gown that stops barely at the top of her thighs. It reminds me of the outfit she wore during the photo shoot, except this one is sheer. I can see her hardened nipples beneath the fabric from my greedy eyes, and the black high waist thong that shows off her leg muscles. I follow those long legs down to the black red bottom heels that raise her up to a dangerous height. I'm salivating as I stand to meet her.

"You. Look. Edible." I take care to enunciate every word.

"Do I?" She raises her shoulder and turns to the side.

My eyes drop to the plump curve of her ass.

"Acting coy, Miss Johnson? That'll never do."

She bites her bottom lip as her eyes savor me savoring her. "I'm not coy at all, baby. Does this outfit scream modest to you?"

"No it doesn't, but I'd sure as hell love to make you scream while wearing it."

She dodges me, strutting toward the wine rack. I watch her bend to select a bottle of red and I admire her silky smooth skin as she teases me further.

"How about some wine first?" she asks, and shows me the one she's picked.

"I'd rather skip the pretenses."

"But how can I woo you if I cave that easily?" Her sly smile is on full display.

"I don't need wooing. I just need you."

"Join me for a glass and I'll reward you with another surprise."

She grabs two glasses and begins to open the bottle before I can respond. I watch her pour in this ensemble as I readjust my pants. They've grown uncomfortably tight and only one thing will cure it.

"I'm quite surprised by this little outfit," I say, approaching.

She shoves a glass at me before I can drop a hand to touch her and change her plan.

"This is why I'm glad my family isn't here."

"Oh, I never intended on sharing you this weekend, baby."

"I hope you never intend on sharing me ever. This ring kinda means I'm all yours."

I raise my glass. "Cheers to the gift that keeps on giving."

She snorts before clinking our glasses. I'll entertain her for a few sips, but then I'm done with the prelude. I want to drink her not this alcohol.

"How's your hand?" I ask as I see her flex it.

"It's fine, I think. A bit swollen." She demonstrates by trying to pull her ring off, but it gets stuck halfway.

I bring her hand to my lips and kiss each knuckle. "Maybe that'll help."

She smirks. "In sickness and in health."

"If we say our vows now, does that count?" I lick the wine from my lips.

"I don't think so, handsome." She giggles, taking a long swig. She's downing her drink, and I can't blame her. I'm ready.

I slip a hand to the base of the nightie and skim her thigh with my fingertips. I hear her breath hitch.

"That's too bad," I whisper, stepping in closer, my lips brushing her ear. "We could get engaged, married, and pregnant in the same weekend."

She chuckles. "Record breaking."

I leave a feather light kiss to the edge of her ear. "I could think of a record worth breaking right now."

She meets me at my game, surprising me by spinning around. Her hair swings in a perfect circle, hitting my cheek as I take in a deep breath of her sweet scent. But all sweetness dissipates when she sways her hips against my growing erection.

"Shame we don't have any music," she mumbles seductively. "We could dirty dance by the fire."

I tug her flush to my pelvis, wrapping my hand around her belly that trembles beneath my touch. She's trying to be sexy but I won't let her play, because she doesn't even have to attempt to turn me on. I'm so entranced by her that a single look can set me on fire.

She sips her wine, giggling when I tug the strap of her gown over her shoulder with my teeth.

"Are you hungry?" She lowers her voice, swaying her hips even harder, circling my dick with her ass.

"A starved animal." I nip a line back up to her neck, sucking on her sweet spot.

She hums. "Have you earned your other reward?"

"I've earned quite the erection, baby."

She slides side-to-side again. "I can feel that. You seem uncomfortable, wonder if I can fix it?"

"I think you're the only cure."

Without turning to face me, she drops her hand to find mine, linking our fingers to drag me to the bedroom. I bite my lip as I watch her stomp up the stairs, her ass bouncing a bit to the beat of her heels. We reach the bedroom and I have my shirt stripped over my head before she can even speak.

She giggles. "Down boy."

"There's one way to get it down." I stroke my beard as I watch her eyes scan every inch of my torso.

"Before we get carried away," she says, breaking her stare to move toward her suitcase.

I'm once more entranced as she bends to retrieve something. I whistle and she shakes her head when she stands.

"Here."

She tosses me a bottle of lubricant that I catch with a furrowed brow. I stare at it despite my eyes being drawn to her in this delectable lingerie.

I chuckle. "What's this for?"

"To experiment with."

My eyes widen and I swallow the lump that's formed in my throat. "You mean..."

She nods. "I was going to wait until your birthday, but since you were surprising me with this trip, I wanted to surprise you in return."

And surprised I am. "You sure you want to try this? We don't have to, baby. We have great sex as is."

Her cheeks blush, but she smiles with another nod. "I'm going to be your wife. Only fair we try these things together. That way we know what we like."

I lick my lips as I try to tame my body at the thought. She's letting me have all of her and trusting me to take her to new places. "If you don't like it then we never have to do it again."

"Deal."

"Then come here." I toss the lube onto the bed, tugging her into me again.

She moans when I attack her lips, grateful to finally have a taste. She melts in my arms as our tongues tangle for dominance. I break us apart to trail kisses down the side of her neck to her chest.

"As much as I want to fuck you wearing this, I want you naked more."

Her breathing has picked up as I slowly pull the nightie over her frame. I tug it free from her breasts and toss it elsewhere. I step back to admire her in this black thong and come-fuck-me heels. Maybe we'll leave those on.

I pounce like the tiger I am, shoving her back to the bed. She falls atop it with a snicker. I crawl between her legs, kissing and licking a line up her thigh, but skipping her middle. I nip my way across her toned stomach to capture a nipple between my teeth. She arches into my face, holding my head in place as I swirl my tongue and pull it before giving the other equal care. I'm starving for her, even though I had her multiple times last night. And this morning. I may never get my fill.

"So sexy," I mutter against her belly button.

I link my thumbs under either side of her thong and slide it down her long legs and over her heels. She pulls her knees up onto the bed, her shoes resting on the mattress.

"No holes this time." I wink and she gives me the middle finger.

"Oh, fuck me?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"No," she says. "Fuck me."

"Such a dirty mouth, young lass."

She groans when I lick a line through her folds. I hum against her sensitive flesh, taking in the scent, feel, and taste of her on my tongue.

"Mmm, yesss." She grabs a fistful of my hair and rolls her hips.

I devour her. I can't believe she's letting me have all of her. She trusts me to make her feel things she's never experienced in her life, and I will gladly be the husband that fulfills all her needs the moment she says "go."

I slide a hand up her frame, pinching a nipple before I offer her my middle finger. Like the vixen she is she sucks it hard between her lips and I waste no time taking the dampened tip and pressing it into her ass. She gasps and tightens her cheeks briefly.

"Relax, beautiful." I kiss her mound and she takes a deep breath. "It'll be easier with lube."

She chuckles. "I'm okay."

She's so fucking tight, and I am already envisioning the feeling against my dick. I grow harder and only then do I realize I'm still confined by my pants. I suck her clit harshly, but before she comes I depart.

"What—"

She's unable to finish her question as I make her taste herself on my tongue. And she drinks in the pleasure, moaning into my throat. I fumble with my button and zipper between us. She nudges me, so I sit up to look at her.

"End of the bed," she instructs."

I do as I'm told, letting her call the shots now that I've got her started. I drop my hands to the side as she takes control, undoing my pants swiftly. They fall to my ankles, and I kick them to the side as she maneuvers my boxers over my rock hard length. I spring free and before I can even get them off she has me in her mouth.

"Shit, baby, slow." I grip her head in both hands.

She ignores me, her eyes glancing up into mine as she licks and sucks me as deep as she can. Her hand cups my balls and I'm going to embarrass myself by coming too early.

"Dammit, Dakota."

She slips me out with a devilish grin. "Imagine how tight it'll be."

"Let me find out then."

She licks me from base to tip before nodding. I watch her lay back, her heels still on and I can't wait for them to be wrapped around my neck.

I reach for the lube and twist the cap off. "You or me?"

"You do it." She watches me and I can see the hesitation in her expression. I've done my best to relax her, so I hope this isn't a mistake.

I apply some of the clear liquid to my fingers, slipping them through her folds. She moans, but she's attentive to my actions. I slide two into her hot core and feel her melt. Perfect. I curl my fingers gently, coaxing her orgasm closer so she doesn't feel pressured to come if she doesn't like anal.

I remove my fingers, squeezing out more lube and rubbing it down toward our new destination. I can tell she's purposely trying not to close her legs. Her doing this because she knows I want it means more to me than I can verbalize in the moment.

"You okay?" I ask, pressing a single finger into her.

She nods. "You're right, it's easier with lube."

"I'll go slow, I promise."

"I know." She offers me a genuine smile. "I'm ready."

Even though I'm not convinced she is, I'll let her tell me what she wants. I soak my dick with the lube in hopes it'll help ease the pain.

I rest one hand beside her hip and she grips it with her own. I feel her nails dig into my skin as I center myself. She gasps when I gently press the tip inside her.

"Good?" I ask.

She doesn't answer as her mouth falls slack. Her fingers have a death grip on my arm and I'm starting to think she wasn't as ready as she thought.

"It's...a lot."

"We'll go slow," I say, hovering above her face.

Her eyes meet mine and I know she trusts me. I keep them locked as I try to push in a bit more. It's an intense tightness I've never felt around my dick before, and I'm managing to keep my cool for her.

"Shit, Jamie, wait." Her forehead wrinkles and she bites down on her lip.

"It's too much," I breathe.

She shakes her head. "No, just give me time to adjust."

I hold myself in place, slightly adding pressure to ease in a bit further. She gasps again.

"Baby, we don't—"

She cuts me off. "It's a lot bigger than your finger, okay? Let me breathe."

The last thing I want to do is argue about sex while I have the tip of my dick pressed in her ass.

"You sure you want this?" I ask, pleading with her eyes.

She gazes up into mine, taking a deep breath, but she nods. "I want us to try."

I kiss her swiftly. "I'm hurting you though."

"You're overthinking it, babe. I'm fine. Distract me from the pressure."

She doesn't call it pain, and I know her word choice is purposeful. If she was in pain we'd stop immediately and I'd never suggest it again. But she's being sincere. She does genuinely want us to attempt a new kind of pleasure together. I brush my frustration to the side so I don't lose my erection in the process of overthinking it.

Instead, I take control of her pleasure like she needs me to. I drop my lips to her neck, sucking on the sweet spot behind her ear. She hums at that, which encourages me further. I slide a hand between us to tug her nipple with my calloused fingers as I continue to leave soft nips down her neck. She rolls her hips slightly, causing my dick to slide in even more as she's trying to create friction against her sensitive clit. I help, moving my hand southward as I gently thumb the swollen bud in a smooth pattern.

"Mmm, much better," she moans.

While my hand distracts her I inch in even deeper. She arches into me, our sweaty bodies sticking to one another as she holds her breath through the sensation.

"Breathe, baby."

"Just do it," she says and I lean up to look into her face. "I trust you. Take me there."

I ease in as far as I can as she groans so loud the bed practically vibrates. Her leg quivers beneath my grip on her thigh and her heels are digging into my ass.

"You're the sexiest woman alive," I tell her.

She relaxes with a smile and I take the opportunity to slide out and back in, setting a gentle rhythm.

"This is good," she says.

"You're okay?" I continue my pace.

"Yes. I want you so bad." She bites the tip of her finger.

I move mine back across her clit and through her folds. "Do you?"

She's so tight I can barely even speak. The feeling is indescribable. And the knowledge that I'm the only man she's ever given herself to entirely somehow makes me want to explode in ecstasy.

"Are you already close?" She calls me on the carpet and I snort.

"You're fucking tight and hot, baby. I can't help it."

She giggles, trailing her fingertips over my abs. "Mmm, feels weird. But good."

I smirk as I'm finding it harder and harder to keep my thrusts going. I'm on the edge. I need her release.

"What about this?" I ask, slipping two fingers inside her before she has time to react.

"Fuck, Jamie!" She screams her explicative as her body folds and her hands grip the sheets.

"There we go," I say, stroking her throbbing walls, feeling my dick beneath her flesh. "Come for me. Let me feel you twice at once."

Her mouth is open, but no sound is coming out as she releases the greatest orgasm I've ever felt in my life.

"Baby, Jesus Christ, yes." Her tight throbbing core has me seeing stars and once she starts to fall back to reality I pull out and come across her stomach, in long cathartic spurts.

I lose my head, completely lost in the pleasure. I eventually notice she's watching me as we both try to regain our breath. She runs her fingertip through the semen I've covered her torso with, and circles her nipple with it.

"Ecstasy," she mutters.

"Thank you," I pant.

"For reaching new heights?"

I nod with a grin. "For trusting me with your body."

"I trust you with my life, much less my body. Babe, I want to experience all of life's pleasures with you."

"Including anal." I laugh, collapsing beside her on the bed. "We forgot a towel, and probably ruined your mum's sheets."

She chuckles and turns to slip her fingers into my hair, massaging my scalp.

"The maid will wash it all anyway," she says. "But I want you to know I'm not afraid of pleasure. I don't want you to be either. We have to communicate about what we want."

"Do you want to do that again?" I try to hide my broad smile.

"It wasn't my least favorite thing we've tried."

I wrinkle my forehead. "What's the least?"

"Busting a hole in the backseat of a limo with my heel wasn't a high point."

We share a hearty laugh.

"We broke a bed frame once," I remind her.

She rolls her eyes. "That shit was already broken. Besides, it was due to really great sex."

Her eyes are light and playful as I risk jumping into their depths and never returning to reality.

"And your favorite?" I ask.

Her cheeks redden. "Well, last night was pretty perfect."

I run my fingertips over her shoulder. "Our wedding night has some competition."

"And I quite liked when you made me...you know..."

"I thought we were being open about our sex life?" I narrow my gaze playfully. "You can't even admit to me in private that I made you squirt?"

She laughs, nudging me. "Fuck off. I squirted, there, happy?"

"I'm happy as long as you're happy. Are you happy?"

She nods. "I've never been happier than to know I'm marrying you. My perfect match."

I kiss her, letting it linger. "Dreams do come true after all. What a lucky bastard I am."

She pulls me closer. "You made a mess, dream catcher. Bathe your fiancée and maybe make her...you know...again."

I laugh. "You give me such easy tasks. The best wife ever is right."

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