23. Chapter Twenty-Three
Mamma helps me zip the maternity dress I bought for our announcement session. It’s a beautiful periwinkle color that hugs my body. Much like the body con dress I wore the night I met Viktor.
I stand in the mirror, with Mamma behind me. She clasps my shoulders and rests her chin on her hand.
“Oh Calliope, you are so beautiful!” She leans her head against mine.
This week has been nothing short of perfect. I just love Viktor’s parents, and they get along so well with mine. Our fathers already have a golf trip planned in Norway for the summer while our mothers are planning a spa trip.
“I can’t wait to meet this little baby boy. He is so loved already,” she adds before leaving me. I stop in the bathroom to touch up a few curls that have flattened .
Footsteps sound behind me, followed by a low growl. I turn to see Viktor leaning on the doorframe in his dark jeans and button up shirt rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his muscled forearms and tattoos.
Licking my lips, I take in every inch of this man, and squeeze my thighs together. I will never understand how I got so lucky.
“Skatten Min.” He approaches me, gripping my hips. “Bend over.”
“Viktor! Your parents are right out there in the living room waiting for us!” I swat at his hand.
“I said, bend over,” he growls out the command once more.
I reach down between us, feeling how hard his cock is just from seeing me in this dress.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’re going to be quick, Skatten Min.”
He pulls my dress up over my hips and pulls my panties down my legs, letting them pool at my feet. I step out of them and he nudges my thighs open with his hand.
Reaching for the drawer, he pulls it open and takes out the vibrator I thought I kept secretly stored. Not that I’ve ever needed it with Viktor around.
My cheeks flush with heat. “You thought I didn’t know you had this toy in here for us to play with? ”
The heat in my cheeks deepens as the buzzing sounds throughout the large bathroom. He drags the tip of the vibrator along my clit, kissing his way along my neck. The vibrator slips into me, slowly dragging out the movements and sending shivers throughout my body. Spinning in his arms, I fumble with the zipper on his jeans to free his cock.
I stroke him as he runs the vibrator around my clit. Gliding my hand over his tip and down to the base of his cock. The drops of precum coat my hand, making my strokes faster as he brings me closer to the edge.
One more pass with the vibrator and I’m gripping him tighter as my orgasm takes over my body, the familiar growl emanating from his lips. As one, our bodies are pushed together, feeling each other shiver as the tremors take over and the vibrator hits the floor.
“What do you do to me, Skatten Min?” He bends down, pulling my panties back up and sliding my dress down.
With flushed cheeks, I walk out of the bathroom, skimming my hands over the dress to make sure that it’s smoothed out. I’d be absolutely mortified if his parents have any physical evidence of what I just did with their son.
We all leave, driving to the farm I booked outside of Houston, near my parent’s house .
It’s the cutest little farm with mini cows. Joy had gotten here earlier to set up the arch, with a surprise sign for Viktor, a table with a blue cake, and the blue hydrangeas I bought.
We sat and planned using Pinterest for hours the other night, making last minute purchases online and desperately calling local florists. I can’t wait to see what Joy has created in the space we were given.
“Mr. Karlsen, Ms. Miller, we are so thrilled to have you here at our farm.” The owner holds out her hand to shake.
Two young boys are fidgeting behind her, probably nine and twelve years old if I had to guess. They look like they’re about to bust out of their skin with excitement, eyes trained on Viktor.
“Thank you so much for having us. I’ve loved your farm for years. The mini cows are just adorable and so perfect.”
Viktor is eyeing the boys behind her with a twinkle in his eye. “Do they want me to sign those Havoc shirts?”
“Oh boys! You did not! I told you that Mr. Karlsen is here to enjoy time with his family!” She tries to shoo them away back to the house but Viktor stops her.
“It’s honestly no problem, I’d be happy to sign them as long as they have markers.” He chuckles as their jaws drop on the ground at the success of their scheme.
They eagerly nod, producing black permanent markers from under their shirts.
He kneels down, signing the shirts on their level before he hands them back, “Have you boys ever been to a game?”
The younger brother speaks up first. “No. My mama said we ain’t got the money for those expensive tickets. But we never miss a game!”
The owner’s face blanches at the youngest’s admission. “I didn’t… I mean… It’s not that I don’t think they’re worth it, and I’d love to one day, but their daddy and I are just farmers,” she says meekly.
I know from the moment those boys said they’d never been to a game that Viktor was about to make it his personal mission.
“Well, how about your parents and I talk to see if we can’t get you to a game this season.” He winks at the boys before turning to their mama. “I’d be happy to have y’all as my guests.”
“Oh no. Please. We couldn’t accept that generosity.” She waves her hands in front of her as if to reinforce her objection to Viktor buying four tickets.
“Oh, we get free tickets to every game, we’d be happy to have you.” I lean in to whisper to her. Knowing that her pride won’t let her accept the tickets otherwise .
“Well, maybe then. We’ll talk about it later. I don’t want to take over your night.”
Viktor throws a wink to the boys and they take off running to the house, chattering about their plans for the hockey game.
“Excuse me! I’ve been waiting over here with my work of art!” Joy shouts, walking over to us.
“We can’t make you wait a moment longer then! Show me this work of art you’ve created, my bestie.” I wave to the owner, walking over to where Joy has set up. Viktor follows behind me with our parents.
Viktor stops, taking in the sign that I had made for him.
Our liten b?nne
The arch and table are beautifully decorated with white and blue hydrangeas everywhere, more than I thought we ordered. The cream tablecloth coats the table off to the side of the arch, with the simple pale blue cake in the center.
Tears spring to my eyes. It’s so beautiful and Joy made all of my visions come to life.
“How did you get this done so quickly?” I ask through the tears.
“I might have forced some labor.” She nods off to the side where Callen stands leaning against a car, a scowl etched on his face.
“Ok, I’m going, but you enjoy this moment, and love you big time.” She pulls me in for a tight hug .
“Love you long time,” I murmur into her hair. My appreciation for her friendship knows no bounds. I owe her huge for being the best aunty there is.
I watch as she jogs off back to the car where Callen waits for her, then as they leave the field. I can see Joy’s hands talking animatedly through the back window of the Jeep Wrangler.
Viktor pulls me into his arms. “Thank you for setting this up.” He leans over my shoulder to kiss me on the cheek.
“Hey! Sorry we’re late!” Harry and Alesandra show up at the same time, both running to the field lugging the equipment they need for them to do their jobs.
We introduce our parents to the two of them, getting everyone acquainted. I notice how good Harry is at his job, he’s getting our parents to give them the story on how they feel about our whirlwind relationship without coming right out and asking.
Alesandra approaches me, “Girl, I posted your first photo today, and it’s already viral. You’re at twenty thousand likes in an hour. I can’t imagine how far they’re going to soar after this article!”
“Wow. Really?”
She bumps my shoulder. “Told you that you’re born to be a model for me.”
“Okay! Viktor, you ready to get this party started?” She calls him over to the setup to join me.