When Wesley walked into the bedroom, he found Fred sitting on the edge of the bed and joined her when she beckoned to him. Settling onto the bed next to him, he placed the box on his side away from her and leaned over to look at the book she was holding in her hand.
"I'd like to do that," he told her when he saw the section for the daddy. He wanted to be involved in everything, and he swore that he was going to be a better father to their child than his own father had ever been to him. With Fred's help, he'd do it.
Looking up at her, he smiled and reached up to gently push back a strand of hair back from Fred's face. He then took the book and set it aside for a moment and took her hand in one while reaching behind him to pick up the box.
"Fred, love...I had been thinking about this for the past week. Well, more than a week if I'm honest about it. I had been trying to decide when, though. However, when we found out about the baby this morning, I wondered if now wasn't the right time - I didn't want you to think that I was asking just because of that, and God knows that couldn't be further from the truth." He took a breath, wondering exactly when her endearing ability to ramble had rubbed off on him. "Anyway, Fred..."
He slipped off the bed to kneel in front of her on the floor - it wasn't quite one knee, but it was close enough. He held the box in front of him. "This ring belonged to my grandmother. My father doesn't even know I have it - he thought it was lost. But she gave it to me before she died and told me to give to the woman I loved when I found her. Well, I found her." He opened the box and took it out while taking her hand in his again. "And I would be...Fred, please say you'll wear it and be my wife."
Fred grinned when Wesley said he wanted to fill out part of the baby book. "You're going to be such a good daddy," she whispered before softly kissing his cheek. She laid her head against his shoulder and smirked when he started to ramble about asking her something. Whatever it was, it had to be important and she started to become curious.
She was about to tell him just to ask, when he slipped off the bed and onto the floor in front of her. Fred opened her mouth to ask what he was doing but stopped when he pulled out the small box. Blinking her eyes, she looked down at the ring and then at him. Her heart started to pound against her ribcage when she realized what he was trying to ask.
"Wesley," Fred whispered as she looked at the ring again. Tears cane to her eyes and she nodded her head when he said he wanted her to wear it and be his wife. It took her a couple of moments to find her voice, but when she did, she smiled. "Of course I'll be your wife."
Sliding off the bed, Fred knelt in front of Wesley and cupped his face. "I love you so much," she murmured before deeply kissing him.
When Fred said that he was going to be a good daddy, Wesley prayed that she was right. He wanted to be a good father and make sure that their child was loved and taught. He or she wouldn't grow up in a house with fear. He or she would be what they were, no matter what it was, and there would be no reprisals for that. He wouldn't allow it.
And he would also be a good husband to Fred. He knew that as he looked up at her, waiting for her answer as his heart pounded in his ears. He'd do anything for her - anything to protect her, anything to love her.
And then she said yes.
She said yes.
Looking at her in awe, he wrapped his arms around her as she kissed him. She said yes. They were going to get married! Pulling back slightly, he looked into her eyes then took the ring out of the box and took her hand, slipping it onto her finger. It was a little loose, but that was something they could easily have fixed. All that mattered was that she had said yes and the ring now belonged to her.
"My beautiful Fred," he whispered, kissing her hand before kissing her lips again. He then put his hand on her stomach and leaned down to speak to it. "Our wonderful child."
"And we love you." Fred whispered as she cupped his face. Leaning forward, she softly kissed him, her tongue nudging his mouth open. They deeply kissed until they needed to breathe. Fred pulled back and looked at Wesley, and slowly stroked his face. "My Wesley."
Standing, Fred pulled Wesley onto the bed and had him lay back. She needed to touch him, and make love to him. She leaned down and slowly kissed him as her fingers unbuttoned his shirt. Once she had it open, she pushed it open. Dipping her head down, she started to slowly kiss his chest, her tongue pressing against his nipples.
When got to his waist, Fred unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. She nudged his hips up so she could pull his jeans and boxers down. He was so beautiful like this and she groaned at the sight. And with one hand around his shaft, she used her free hand to clumsily undress herself.
Once she was naked, she straddled Wesley and ran her wet folds over his cock. "What do you want?" Fred asked as she continued to rub herself over him.
Her Wesley. He knew that he'd never get tired of hearing that. Because it was true - he was hers, heart and soul. Always would be, as long as they lived.
Looking into her eyes, he allowed her to pull him up and over onto the bed. He groaned softly as she kissed him, her touch slow and maddening, causing him to immediately start to harden. He wanted her so bad, but he was at her mercy as she took her time undressing him. When her hand, warm and soft, wrapped around his cock, he bucked up into it.
"Fred," he almost growled, feeling himself starting to lose control. He needed to be inside her so bad. He would always need her.
Then she was over him, her soft skin against his, her wet heat teasing the tip of his erection. He sucked in a breath, wanting to grab her and pull her down onto him.
"Want you, love," he told her, his voice rough with arousal and need. "Inside you. Now. Please."
Fred giggled at the Wesley’s apparent arousal. He was so adorable when he was practically begging her for sex. It made her feel wanted and loved all at the same time. “Since I happen to like doing this with you, I think we can do what you want,” she said as she winked and continued to slide herself over his cock.
Adjusting herself, Fred pressed her opening against the tip of his erection. She held it there for a short minute before slowly pushing herself down on him. When he was to her hilt, Fred started to slowly rock as she looked down at him with a mischievous grin. “I love the way you fill me up, Wesley,” she whispered as she continued to slowly rock. “I also like it when you touch me.”
Fred reached out and took one of Wesley’s hands and brought it to where their bodies met. “Touch me while I do this,” she said as she slowly started to slide up and down on his cock as her muscles clenched around him.
"Dear lord, love," Wesley gasped as she sheathed him in her heat. God, she was so beautiful when she was like this - above him, skin flushed, her hair hanging over her shoulders. She was moving so slowly. So slowly.
When she took his hand and placed it between him, he smiled. "I think I can do that," he told her, sliding his hand down between her folds to find her clit. She was so wet that he found his finger sliding easily over the small nub as she moved up and down on him.
So tight. So hot. So good.
He pressed down a bit harder, rubbing in a tight circle, and was rewarded with her muscles tightening around him. He groaned softly, his head lolling back against the headboard. He felt unbelievably close to her when they did this, and knowing that he was the only one that she would ever be with again, that she was the only one he would be with...it filled him with an indescribable feeling of contentment and happiness and love.
"You're amazing," he whispered as he watched her move, felt her muscles tight around him. The pleasure building in his spine was becoming almost too much to control, and he knew he wasn't going to last longer. "Fred, I..."
With a strangled moan cutting off his words, he came inside of her.
Fred groaned when Wesley started to rub her clit. He always knew how to touch her and it drove her crazy. She started to move against him harder, knowing she wasn't going to last long. It seemed being pregnant made her more sensitive to his touch. And when she felt him start to come, she followed suit as her muscles contract around him.
Leaning down, Fred softly kissed him before trying to catch her breath. She was about to tell him something when her stomach did a flip and she groaned. "Oh god," she muttered before quickly getting off him. What a way to kill the mood, she thought as she hurried to the bathroom.
She got on her knees and lifted the lid to the toilet before emptying her stomach. Fred took a couple of deep breaths and waited. Soon, she felt sick again and repeated the process. With a small whimper, she flushed the toilet and sat on the bathroom floor. She hated getting sick and she felt like she was about to burst into tears.
"Wesley?" she softly whimpered, wanting him beside her.
"I'd like to do that," he told her when he saw the section for the daddy. He wanted to be involved in everything, and he swore that he was going to be a better father to their child than his own father had ever been to him. With Fred's help, he'd do it.
Looking up at her, he smiled and reached up to gently push back a strand of hair back from Fred's face. He then took the book and set it aside for a moment and took her hand in one while reaching behind him to pick up the box.
"Fred, love...I had been thinking about this for the past week. Well, more than a week if I'm honest about it. I had been trying to decide when, though. However, when we found out about the baby this morning, I wondered if now wasn't the right time - I didn't want you to think that I was asking just because of that, and God knows that couldn't be further from the truth." He took a breath, wondering exactly when her endearing ability to ramble had rubbed off on him. "Anyway, Fred..."
He slipped off the bed to kneel in front of her on the floor - it wasn't quite one knee, but it was close enough. He held the box in front of him. "This ring belonged to my grandmother. My father doesn't even know I have it - he thought it was lost. But she gave it to me before she died and told me to give to the woman I loved when I found her. Well, I found her." He opened the box and took it out while taking her hand in his again. "And I would be...Fred, please say you'll wear it and be my wife."
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She was about to tell him just to ask, when he slipped off the bed and onto the floor in front of her. Fred opened her mouth to ask what he was doing but stopped when he pulled out the small box. Blinking her eyes, she looked down at the ring and then at him. Her heart started to pound against her ribcage when she realized what he was trying to ask.
"Wesley," Fred whispered as she looked at the ring again. Tears cane to her eyes and she nodded her head when he said he wanted her to wear it and be his wife. It took her a couple of moments to find her voice, but when she did, she smiled. "Of course I'll be your wife."
Sliding off the bed, Fred knelt in front of Wesley and cupped his face. "I love you so much," she murmured before deeply kissing him.
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And he would also be a good husband to Fred. He knew that as he looked up at her, waiting for her answer as his heart pounded in his ears. He'd do anything for her - anything to protect her, anything to love her.
And then she said yes.
She said yes.
Looking at her in awe, he wrapped his arms around her as she kissed him. She said yes. They were going to get married! Pulling back slightly, he looked into her eyes then took the ring out of the box and took her hand, slipping it onto her finger. It was a little loose, but that was something they could easily have fixed. All that mattered was that she had said yes and the ring now belonged to her.
"My beautiful Fred," he whispered, kissing her hand before kissing her lips again. He then put his hand on her stomach and leaned down to speak to it. "Our wonderful child."
He looked up at her. "I love you both so much."
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Standing, Fred pulled Wesley onto the bed and had him lay back. She needed to touch him, and make love to him. She leaned down and slowly kissed him as her fingers unbuttoned his shirt. Once she had it open, she pushed it open. Dipping her head down, she started to slowly kiss his chest, her tongue pressing against his nipples.
When got to his waist, Fred unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. She nudged his hips up so she could pull his jeans and boxers down. He was so beautiful like this and she groaned at the sight. And with one hand around his shaft, she used her free hand to clumsily undress herself.
Once she was naked, she straddled Wesley and ran her wet folds over his cock. "What do you want?" Fred asked as she continued to rub herself over him.
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Looking into her eyes, he allowed her to pull him up and over onto the bed. He groaned softly as she kissed him, her touch slow and maddening, causing him to immediately start to harden. He wanted her so bad, but he was at her mercy as she took her time undressing him. When her hand, warm and soft, wrapped around his cock, he bucked up into it.
"Fred," he almost growled, feeling himself starting to lose control. He needed to be inside her so bad. He would always need her.
Then she was over him, her soft skin against his, her wet heat teasing the tip of his erection. He sucked in a breath, wanting to grab her and pull her down onto him.
"Want you, love," he told her, his voice rough with arousal and need. "Inside you. Now. Please."
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Adjusting herself, Fred pressed her opening against the tip of his erection. She held it there for a short minute before slowly pushing herself down on him. When he was to her hilt, Fred started to slowly rock as she looked down at him with a mischievous grin. “I love the way you fill me up, Wesley,” she whispered as she continued to slowly rock. “I also like it when you touch me.”
Fred reached out and took one of Wesley’s hands and brought it to where their bodies met. “Touch me while I do this,” she said as she slowly started to slide up and down on his cock as her muscles clenched around him.
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When she took his hand and placed it between him, he smiled. "I think I can do that," he told her, sliding his hand down between her folds to find her clit. She was so wet that he found his finger sliding easily over the small nub as she moved up and down on him.
So tight. So hot. So good.
He pressed down a bit harder, rubbing in a tight circle, and was rewarded with her muscles tightening around him. He groaned softly, his head lolling back against the headboard. He felt unbelievably close to her when they did this, and knowing that he was the only one that she would ever be with again, that she was the only one he would be with...it filled him with an indescribable feeling of contentment and happiness and love.
"You're amazing," he whispered as he watched her move, felt her muscles tight around him. The pleasure building in his spine was becoming almost too much to control, and he knew he wasn't going to last longer. "Fred, I..."
With a strangled moan cutting off his words, he came inside of her.
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Leaning down, Fred softly kissed him before trying to catch her breath. She was about to tell him something when her stomach did a flip and she groaned. "Oh god," she muttered before quickly getting off him. What a way to kill the mood, she thought as she hurried to the bathroom.
She got on her knees and lifted the lid to the toilet before emptying her stomach. Fred took a couple of deep breaths and waited. Soon, she felt sick again and repeated the process. With a small whimper, she flushed the toilet and sat on the bathroom floor. She hated getting sick and she felt like she was about to burst into tears.
"Wesley?" she softly whimpered, wanting him beside her.
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