Chapter 36

Manny

“Do we need to have ‘the talk’, mijo?” Uncle Jorge asks as we wait in the back of the church.

“The talk? What do you mean?”

“About the birds and the bees. I’m sure my sister tried her best, but she’s a woman, you know,” he teases, causing me to burst into laughter.

“I think, considering that I’ve fathered one child and have another on the way, I have it down,” I finally reply once I’ve gotten myself under control again.

“Just saying, if you need any tips, I can…”

“No, Uncle Jorge. I do not want to know about you and my aunt and your sex life.”

He snickers just as my brothers walk into the room. “You ready? The priest wants us to go stand at the altar because it’s almost time.”

My heart starts beating a little faster knowing that in less than thirty minutes, I’ll have a wife. Even the fact that she’s now almost seven months pregnant doesn’t faze me. When she realized how long it would take to plan the wedding she wanted, she asked if we could wait until after the baby was born, but I nixed that rather quickly.

I pat my jacket, feeling the paperwork my lawyer dropped off to the tattoo shop earlier in the week. It’s the official adoption paperwork, already signed, proclaiming that Ricci Adams Alvarez is now the mother of Marisol Alvarez, and as such, will be treated as though she is Ricci’s natural-born child. Once Ricci signs it, my lawyer will file it so we can get a new birth certificate and social security card for our girl.

“Let’s do this,” I reply, taking the jibes from my brothers in stride. I know my whole family is beyond happy about the turn my life has taken.

I’m the last one out the door and hearing a noise, I look over to the window to see a red cardinal on the sill. “Hey, Luci. Thanks for keeping her safe and bringing her to me. You’re so missed and will always be loved.”

* * *

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride,” the priest intones.

I raise Ricci’s veil, which Mama B wore when she got married, and cup my wife’s face in my hands. “I love you,” I whisper before kissing her.

“I love you too, Manny,” she softly replies.

“I’d like to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Manuel Alvarez.”

As the music starts, I hold out my arm for her to take, then we walk back down the aisle and out into the foyer of the church. Thankfully, the photographer got all the poised photos earlier, and since we asked for no formal ones, just candids, we won’t have to wait forever to eat since I know my wife is currently eating every two hours.

According to her, that’s what the baby needs. Since I try to give my girls what they need, I indulge her as often as possible. When the rest of the bridal party arrives, the photographer takes one ‘posed’ picture of all of us before we head over to my mother’s, where the reception is being held.

Once I have her in my truck, which required some assistance because of her dress, I move to the driver’s side, ignoring the jeers from the males in my family. “Just y’all wait, your turn will come,” I retort before sliding into my seat.

I crank up the truck to get the heat going since it’s surprisingly cool. Granted, it’s October so it’s technically Fall, but we had a cold front come in overnight and the temperature drastically dropped.

Pulling off, I hear the cans banging behind me and know my nieces and nephews had a part in decorating the truck. As Ricci giggles, I just shake my head before grabbing her hand and lacing our fingers together.

“You looked so beautiful walking toward me,” I say.

“You look mighty handsome yourself,” she replies.

* * *

“Now that the toasts have been made and the cake has been cut, we’re going to get changed,” I tell Mama. “Ricci is shivering in her dress, and I don’t want her to catch a cold.”

“Go, Manny. Take care of your wife. We’ll do dinner in about an hour, will that give you enough time?”

I smirk then nod. “Yeah, Mama, that should be more than enough time.”

Taking Ricci’s hand, I usher her up the stairs and to my old room where our clothes are waiting. As I unbutton the back of her dress, I kiss the exposed skin, causing her to shiver for an entirely different reason. When I slide it off her shoulders and down her arms, she turns to me, wearing nothing but a lacy corset complete with a garter belt and hose.

“Fuck me,” I mutter staring at her. Reaching out, I touch a curl that Ivy managed to tame somewhat and watch it bounce back.

“That was the plan, wasn’t it?” she sasses, grinning at me. “At least I hope it was because the further along I get, the hornier I get.”

“Well, let’s take care of that, shall we?” I ask, quickly stripping off my own clothes until I’m standing there naked in front of her, my dick bobbing against my abdomen.

“Can I go for a ride?” I watch her bite her lower lip and nod, climbing onto the bed and laying back.

“Show me what you’ve got, woman,” I instruct, my voice husky.

Even though she’s seven months along now, she’s all belly and boobs. She crawls up the bed, undoing the lacing on her corset so her breasts pop free and I feel myself begin to salivate. Her nipples have gotten so sensitive that I know playing with them will have her ready to take me in no time flat, something my dick is totally on board with, if the pre-cum steadily leaking from the tip is any indication.

“What about your panties?” I question once she’s straddling my thighs.

“Oh, these?” she teases, reaching down and popping two snaps, exposing the lower part of her swollen belly, along with her pussy that is already ready, if the slickness on her inner thighs is any indication.

“I think I like that thing,” I murmur once she’s hovering over my dick. When she grasps me in her hand, I hiss out a breath, eager to fill her up. Once we realized she was pregnant, condoms went by the wayside and every time I’m inside her tight, wet sheath, I have to focus on not coming too fast.

“Me too. It’s why I bought it,” she admits, slowly sliding down my length until she’s balanced in the saddle of my hips.

Raising my legs so she has something to lean against, I thrust upward as she begins to move, my hands cupping her breasts. When I stroke my thumbs over her distended nipples, she whimpers, and I feel her pussy flutter.

“Don’t think this is going to last too long,” I warn, already feeling my own telltale signs of my imminent release.

“Don’t think I care,” she pants out, moving faster. She swivels on the downstrokes, her clit coming into contact with my pubic bone and hisses. “Manny,” she moans. “Every time gets better and better.”

“You gonna come for me, beautiful?” I ask, doing my best to ‘do all the work’ so she doesn’t exhaust herself.

“Yes, if you keep doing that,” she teases. “God, more,” she demands, before reaching between us to rub at her clit.

Mere seconds later, we both detonate together, with me filling her full of my release as she throws back her head and tries not to scream. I curl up, using my abs, and take her lips in a kiss, which has her yelling out her orgasm down my throat. Finally spent, we slump back, laying there until our breathing returns to normal.

“I love you, Ricci Alvarez.”

“I love you more, Manny Alvarez.”