Damn the man. He surely knew how to make me fall at his feet.
“Where’s my happy anniversary sex?” I mumbled, pushing my butt against his hard length. He bit my neck, making me rock and push harder against him.
“So, how about a baby? Now that you’re my wife, don’t you want a little Knightly running about?”
“Blake!” I smacked his arm. There goes my libido!
“Goodness woman, I was merely joking. Okay, maybe a tad.” He kissed me, rolling me onto my back, parting my legs and thrusted into me, hard, just how I always liked it. “Did I tell you that I love being married to you?” He grunted out, getting lost in the pleasure of our bodies.
Everyday. “Always.”
That same afternoon I was in the kitchen, cooking dinner when Blake came home with something in tow.
“Puppies?” I grinned, running towards the cute fluffy furry balls.
Blake placed them on the floor, as they skittered, barked and started jumping from excitement. “One husky for me and one mini for you. Since you aren’t ready for kids, we could practice with these two.”
“I love this little Maltipoo.” I picked the white puppy with the pink bow and kissed it on the lips. “I think I’m going to name her Cookie.”
“I like that. What do you think I should name mine? I was thinking of Santini?” Blake scratched the blue-eyed puppy. “Santini, how about it huh?”
The dog barked at him, possibly giving him approval.
“Santini it is! Santini Knightly.” He laughed at his own joke, while I rolled my eyes and went into the kitchen with my new dog.
The next morning, I woke up with Blake kissing my shoulder, before I spun around and smelled his chest, kissing where his heart was located.
Santini and Cookie immediately ambushed us, wanting to share kisses as well. We gave them a few minutes before we went back to each other.
That was until Santini started to hump his leg, über excited, much to Blake’s horror. “What the—he’s really bloody humping my leg! Get off me, you randy bastard!” Blake’s furious face just made me get out of bed, laughing.
“Have fun you two. I’m off to the kitchen to make some breakfast.” I gave him an amused smile, gathering Cookie, before leaving him with his new adopted furry love.
“Bloody hell, Sienna!” he screeched out while I strode towards the kitchen, grinning like an idiot.
Marriage.
Without a doubt, I loved this new life of mine.
“You can't predict the future nor can you undo the past, mistakes formed regrets and turned into experiences. It's only after being through the storm that we can only appreciate the sunshine.”
- Rashida Rowe
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