“Sure, how about now?” I suggested.

“I’d love to, but I need a bit more time. You fucked my pussy good, and I’m still tingling,” she admitted.

“A mixed compliment, but thanks just the same.”

“It’s what you’re getting,” Lila laughed.

I kissed her again, Lila reciprocating with equal passion. There was no doubt about it. We were back together. Then and forever.

“I love you, baby,” I said, holding her tight.

“I love you too, honey.”

“May I ask you a question?” I asked.

“Of course,” she said.

“Will you marry me?”

“What?” Lila asked, sitting up so she could see me.

“Will you marry me?” I repeated.

She pulled her hands up to her mouth. “Don’t tease me. I can’t handle it.”

I shook my head. “I’m not. I love you. I want to be Billy’s daddy and for you to be my wife.”

“Yes!” Lila cried, almost jumping back into my arms.

Suddenly everything was right with the world, and my luck had finally changed. In fact, I was the luckiest man in the whole world.



I always thought Spring weddings were a bit cliché. That was until I had one, and then I saw how beautiful they could be. It was late March, and the flowers were already out. We opted for an outdoor wedding, the potential argument about which church to hold the ceremony too much for either of us to bear. The debate about what kind of authority to have preside easily solved by the hiring of a Justice of the Peace. It would have been a sea captain to make things really interesting, but Carl got seasick.

We were back in Vegas, having found a pet-friendly house where we could have Lucky, and Billy could have his own room. As soon as we had moved in, Aria came over with the crib, complete with the photo of Carl. There had been some awkwardness at first but when she was convinced that we really were happy together and everything was fine, my friend lightened up a lot. I don’t think it was ever Carl she was mad at so much as his dad — a sentiment Carl seemed to share.

I didn’t really have much family left, so my side was filled mostly by Aria and her family, including Irene, her brother, Ryan, and his wife and their baby. It was kind of nice that Billy wouldn’t be the only kid at the wedding.

I was so happy to be getting married but also dreaded the possibility of seeing Conrad again. He would be there, of course, along with his young bride. Though to be fair, he had kept his promise to stay out of our lives and hadn’t even made any hints about wanting to see Billy as his grandad in the six weeks since we got back into town. Every aspect of the wedding had been decided on free of his influence, at least for the most part. It felt oddly liberating.

I pushed the negative thoughts aside and got ready to walk down the aisle. The Bridal March was rearing up on the accordion played by Carl’s second cousin. We wanted an organ, but the logistics just wouldn’t allow for it. None the less, I was just happy to be walking down the aisle toward Carl who was holding our little Billy, decked out in an adorable baby tux. Lucky following close behind me as the Ring-bearer. Wearing a darling doggie tux, he carried our rings in a basket in his mouth. It really was a thing to behold.

I got up under the flower arch, and we turned toward the Justice to get things rolling, Lucky sitting down obediently by my side. We said our vows, which we wrote ourselves and exchanged rings, adding an Irish wedding ring to the blue diamond Carl had surprised me with a few weeks before. My love said it would make things feel more official.

The fact that he was willing to get married at all, marriage after all being a legal contract encouraged by the government for taxation and population purposes, was a massive step for him. The Carl Willcox I had known in high school likely wouldn’t have been able to stand in front of a Justice of any description without at least trying to head-butt him.

The delightful glow stayed with me as I walked the aisle again, this time as Carl’s wife, holding his hand as he held our beautiful baby, our cute little dog scampering close behind. It really felt like we were finally a proper family.

The reception was at a nearby restaurant. Ryan had rented out the place, having both the money and power to do such a thing, even in a city where he didn’t live. Not that I was complaining. The restaurant was beautiful and had been decorated perfectly. There’ wasn’t a single petal of a single flower I would have changed for anything.

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