37. Chapter 36
Chapter 36
Declan
L ife with my girls the last few months has been perfect. They are everything to me and then some. Kenzi calls me daddy all the time now and runs straight into my arms when I come in from work. It’s priceless and I love her, just like I love the baby who shares my DNA.
She is calling my mom Grandma, and Mason, Unkie May-shun. She’s still having trouble pronouncing certain sounds, but it comes out so cute and her speech is improving rapidly. She’s excited to be a big sister and seems to have come through her traumatic beginning unscathed.
My Vannah has become even more self-conscious of her body, thanks to her fuckhead ex. She tries to cover more and hide from me, but I can’t stand it. Every time I look at her swollen stomach, full of my baby, my dick gets hard and throbs. It’s all I can do not to fuck her all day, every day. The milk that leaks from her full tits is sweet, creamy, and I could drink it all the time. I told her I’m going to be jealous of our child being able to drink from them daily and I wasn’t lying.
Thank God Savannah wants sex all the time while she’s pregnant, because she’d probably run away from me if she knew how often I needed to fuck her. I can honestly say, no other woman enters my mind. Just my girl and her luscious body. After the baby’s born, I plan to knock her up as soon as it’s safe for her. It amazes me she still doesn’t get how much it turns me on to see her pregnant. I plan to keep fucking my cum into her until she understands that she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Nothing turns me on more than her leaking tits, growing belly, spreading hips, and her stretch marks. Don’t get me started on those stretch marks. They are hot as fuck. My cock is as hard as steel just thinking about them. It aches so badly; I might need to go fuck her now. It’s so bad that some days I have to leave work in the middle of the day and go over to my office where she’s working. I turn the phones off and bend her over the desk, fucking her until we are both sated. Every morning, I have to have my dick inside of her before I can start my day, and at night, I fall asleep inside of her, keeping my cock warm.
There aren’t words to describe how addicted I am to her pussy. Vannah is the perfect package. Not only is she the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, but she’s smart, hardworking, and a fantastic mother. She’s amazing, and I love everything about her. It’s like she was made for me. That’s why I’m done waiting.
Arranging for Mom to watch Kenzi, I take Savannah back to Marcello’s cabin on the lake. I have plans for my girl. I’ve tried to bring up marriage to her in casual conversation, but Savannah always brushes me off. She’s determined that she’s not getting married while fat and pregnant. Her words, not mine. Vannah is over six months along now and my baby isn’t being born without the mother sharing my name. I refuse to wait, besides there’s more to it than just her being pregnant. She’s still got residual fear from her last marriage, and I refuse to let that fucker take this away from us. Plus, I’m still pissed that she tried to take Kenzi and leave me. I want her to be tied to me in every way.
The documents that I made Derek sign before we turned him into fish food were filed at the courthouse and signed off on by a local judge. Savannah has been officially divorced for months and still won’t talk about marrying me. No one has rights to Kenzi except Savannah, and I’m going to make sure that’s changed as soon as possible. Kenzi is my little girl and just as much my child as the baby that Savannah is carrying.
Am I steamrolling her life? Yes, mostly. Am I ashamed or sorry? Not at fucking all. I’m giving her what I know she wants and needs. Keeping her safe and happy. Also, well-fucked, but I’ll keep that to myself .
Walking up to the cabin, I knock on the door. Marcello greets us both, thankfully not touching my woman. I’d hate to kill the serial killer for touching what’s mine. I’ve become even more possessive of her and there are no signs of that slowing down. Savannah likes it and has told me that after what Derek did to her, my possessiveness makes her feel cherished and loved. I’m glad she’s okay with it because I have no idea how I could change even if I wanted to.
“Hey, kids. Let’s get this show on the road. Sam’s waiting for me to get home. The twins are a handful. If you can imagine two little Marcellos running around, you understand she’s probably exhausted. Declan, did you bring the rings?” Marcello is talking so fast it’s hard to keep up with what he’s saying.
Walking over to Savannah, I take her soft, delicate hand in mine, feeling the warmth of her touch. The scent of her lotion lingers in the air, and I smile. She doesn’t know that she’s covered in my cum, and this is the perfect occasion to have me all over her.
Marcello picks up a black robe and slips it on quickly, then he picks up a white stole and places it around the back of his neck. Not being able to imagine him wearing the usual crosses on his stole, I look for them, and sure enough, little hummingbirds are on it instead. I can’t help but laugh at his theatrics.
“What is he doing?” Savannah asks as she tilts her head and furrows her brows.
Marcello answers, “Being a wedding officiant is a serious responsibility, so I’m dressing like a professional.” He then clears his throat and dips his gaze. “Welcome, loved ones. We are gathered here today to join Savannah and Declan in holy matrimony.”
Savannah jerks her hand out of mine. I look over at her and see her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. She’s speechless and in shock.
“Baby, give me your hand back,” I say.
She quickly recovers from her stunned silence. “Declan James Walker, what the hell are you doing?”
“We are getting married, Savannah. It wasn’t fair, was it, thinking you could just pick up our daughter and walk away? You don’t get to leave me. You are mine, and Kenzi is mine. I won’t allow you or anyone else to take that away from me. I’ve lost a child, and I will not lose another. Now shut up until it’s time for you to say I do and listen to Marcello.”
“Hell no, I won’t shut up. You can’t just call someone to marry us without even telling me.”
“But I did, and we are getting married.”
“I’m not marrying you, Declan. You said you could never unsee what was on that video. Why would you want to marry me? Is this to punish me?”
“You think being married to me is a punishment?” I ask, confused. Before she has the chance to reply, I continue, “For the record, I did not say I didn’t want to see you or love you. I couldn’t unsee what those pigs did to you, but that had nothing to do with you. Never once did I say that I didn’t want you, and I never will. I love you, Savannah, and I love Kenzi. I’m never letting you go.”
“We can’t just get married. That’s not the way it works.”
Marcello chirps in, “It does if I marry you. It took me a whole ten minutes to get ordained online.”
Savannah deadpans. “I’m not doing this.”
Marcello simply carries on with the ceremony as if Savannah didn’t speak.
“Let’s begin.”
Her defiance and the thought of spanking her ass is making my dick hard. Precum is leaking in my jeans, and I can hardly wait to get her alone.
“Declan, repeat after me,” Cello instructs, his tone unwavering.
“Savannah, I promise to cherish you always, to honor and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us.”
After completing my part, Marcello turns to Savannah and instructs her to repeat after him .
“No,” Savannah states firmly, her voice pleading and her hands trembling, desperately clinging to any semblance of control.
Marcello speaks the vows anyway. I knew she would fight, and later I’m going to fuck that defiance right out of her.
“Declan, I promise to cherish you always, to honor and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us.”
Nothing but silence comes from Savannah as she smirks, thinking she’s won. Little does she know this changes nothing.
Nodding at Marcello, I let him know to continue.
“With this ring I, Declan, take you, Savannah, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me through all our years, and in all that life may bring us.”
Once I’ve repeated my vows, Marcello moves on to Savannah’s.
“Savannah, repeat after me.” Marcello moves through the vows even though she’s not cooperating. As Marcello says the vows, Savannah stands silent and refuses to repeat after him. “With this ring I, Savannah, take you, Declan, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me through all our years, and in all that life may bring us.”
…silence…
After pausing and waiting for Savannah to give in and say I do, I wave Marcello on. She’s refusing to cooperate, and that’s just going to add to her punishment for running away.
Marcello finishes the ceremony, acting as if this is a normal wedding.
“By the power vested in me by the state of Tennessee, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Declan Walker!” He flings confetti out of his robe pockets at us.
Grabbing Savannah, I pull her into my arms and grab a handful of hair, pulling it so I can control her head. I crash my lips onto hers, running my tongue over her bottom lip, trying to force my way inside when she finally melts in my arms. She can’t resist our intense connection any more than I can.
After a minute or two, Marcello clears his throat. “We need to sign the marriage certificate to make this legal, kids.”
“I’m not signing it and that means we aren’t really married,” Savannah singsongs as if she’s won.
“Sign it or I’ll make you sign it,” I say.
“URGH…” growls Savannah before she takes the pen Marcello pulls out of his pocket and signs on the line. She throws the pen at me, and it bounces off my chest and hits the floor. Marcello pulls a second pen out of his pocket, grinning, and hands it to me. I sign on the line, and I’m hit with a feeling of pride and contentment.
“Savannah, I have one more paper I need you to sign.”
“I am not signing anything else. I didn’t sign the first one willingly.”
Falling to my knees in front of my wife, I bring the last document I have for her to sign out.
“Savannah, remember I had Derek sign his parental rights to Kenzi away?”
Her face softens at me in front of her, on my knees. “Yes, I remember you telling me.”
“I filed them at the courthouse, and this is the last step. You know I’ve thought of that little girl as my daughter for a long time now, and I love her as much as our baby that’s on the way.”
Excitement floods over me as I reach up, eagerly placing my hand on her round belly, feeling the tiny kicks of new life within.
“You are gifting me the blessing of not one, but two children. She will be loved as if she were my own. Please sign the paperwork, Savannah.” My voice cracks as my eyes fill with unshed tears.
Savannah takes the pen and paper as a lone tear falls down her cheek. Without hesitation, she signs the adoption papers that make Kenzi my legal child and us a family.
“I’m still mad at you, Declan.”
My mouth widens into a grin. “Baby girl, we both know make-up sex is the best, so let’s make up.”
Eventually, once Savannah cools down, she looks down at the ring and finally admits her fears, “I’m scared, Declan.”
“Baby girl, I swear to you, I’ve got you. We are forever. You will never have to worry about being treated badly; you know I’ll never strike you, not even in anger.”
She raises one eyebrow. “Really? So, no spankings?”
“Now you know that’s the exception. If I want to redden that ass, you will let me, won’t you, Savannah?”
There’s a sparkle in her eyes, which tells me she enjoys the spankings I give her. She trusts me and knows they will provide her with more pleasure than pain.
Mason calls as soon as we get home and asks that we both sit down and talk to him about what we saw on Derek’s tapes. Derek is gone, but the men in his department still need to be held accountable. Especially now, because they could assault other women.
Savannah shocks Mason and I both when she throws her shoulders back, stands tall, and agrees to testify in a closed hearing. She won’t have to face her attackers since it’s on tape; she’ll be able to speak to the judge in his chambers.
Personally, I’d like to kill every man who touched her, but what’s most important is my family. I’ll never risk them for anything.