have a few minutes and I want to make sure she gets what she needs. I move my hips back and forth as fast as I can, pounding into her with everything I have. It only takes a couple minutes before she’s shattering around me. When her muscles start to loosen, I finish myself off with a growl.
Someone knocks on the door. “All right guys, everyone is waiting for you,” Preston says, and I’m glad it’s him and not the church director or something.
With a sigh, I pull out of her and set her gently on her feet. I pull my pants up and help her get her dress and everything situated again. After I fasten my pants, I hold out my arm. “Ready for this, Mrs. Young?”
She smiles wide. “I like the sound of that.” She laces her arm through mine and I open the door, leading her out of the church and onto the sidewalk where our friends and family are lined up, pelting us with birdseed. The limo is at the bottom of the steps and we rush to it, jumping inside and closing the door behind us.
Everyone outside the limo is still throwing birdseed and blowing bubbles, cheering and clapping as I pop open a bottle of sparkling cider. It bubbles as I pour it into a flute.
“Calvin, I can’t.” She seems surprised that I’ve forgotten she’s pregnant and would even think of offering her alcohol.
I laugh and show her the bottle. “It’s safe; I promise.” I tap my glass against hers. “I’d never do anything to hurt you or our baby.” I lean forward, press a kiss to her lips, then we each take a sip.
“Are you ready to tell our families the good news?” I ask as we drive around, waiting for everyone to get to the country club where we can be announced.
“I’m nervous,” she confesses. “I just feel like everyone’s going to judge us for moving so fast.”
“We did move kind of fast,” I agree. “But why wait when you know what you want?”
She offers up a soft smile. “I don’t know how you do it, but you always know just what to say, exactly when I need to hear it.”
“That’s what I’m here for.” I lean in and kiss her softly. My hand gently presses against her belly. “And soon, everyone is going to know about this little guy.”
We walk into the country club and head toward the grand room. The DJ announces us and the doors open.
“Everyone, please give a warm welcome to Mr. and Mrs. Calvin Young!”
Everyone stands from their seats to clap and cheer for us as we enter the room that’s been decorated perfectly. Every table has a white tablecloth with light-blue lace draped over it. In the center of each table sits a large jar holding a single tall candle, surrounded by baby’s breath and little blue flowers.
We pose for pictures and are given handshakes and hugs on the way over to our table. Our chairs are in the center with Jake, Preston, and Riley close by. I can’t tell how much time is spent just talking to everyone who comes up to our table, but after what feels like forever, it’s time to cut the cake.
The moment of truth.
Piper makes sure our parents are front and center for the cake cutting. She picks up the knife and I place my hand on top of hers. We cut through it together and pull out a slice of cake. The icing is white with tiny blue flowers along the side. The cake itself is blue. Now, sure, our wedding colors are blue and white, so people probably just think we went overboard with the colors. But we place the slice on a plate and look up at our parents. Our fathers are completely lost. My mom seems confused—like she’s trying to figure out why in the world we’d have a blue wedding cake. But Piper’s mom lets out a loud squeal and tears flood her eyes.
“Oh my God! They’re pregnant!” she announces loudly to the whole wedding party.
Our parents look to us for confirmation as we nod.
The room erupts in another round of applause as our parents come over to hug us. Preston is standing at my side and my mom looks at him. “Did you know about this?” There hasn’t been much in our lives that the other hasn’t known about.
He offers up a crooked smile. “I might have.”
She looks back at me. “How in the