Chapter 229 - Weddings - meters
Diana
This was madness. Mr. Fausto, Simón, and my Beast were banished by Inés, although from their exchanged glances, I could tell they needed to talk about the infiltrated boys. My husband would tell me later. The poor guy was desperate for the restriction on no sex to be lifted.
I had done my best, and he was satisfied with my manual and oral work, but he was greedy, and what happened in the morning was the last straw because of his big mouth. I remembered his comment. "Baby, I love your mouth, but my dick needs your ass or your vagina."
Miguel had no tact, and from what I heard from everyone at the meeting, those gentlemen were the same, except for Vero's father. Mrs. Consuelo would just blush and cover her ears from time to time. The other one who blushed was Lupe, the youngest. It was already three in the afternoon, the wedding would be at six, and we had to be ready by five.
They got the others ready first and left the three of us for last. Lupe had made the crazy decision to cut her hair to mid-back, mostly to pick a fight with some boy.
Clari, Shirly, Gladis, Vero, and Lupe were finishing their makeup. Our dresses were behind us. Roland would give away his mother and sister at the same time, and Gustavo would give me away. I never tire of thanking life for having this family. I caressed my belly, already four months along.
"Well, it's four o'clock, please everyone leave, let the brides be, it will be a surprise for everyone."
"That's why you should only get married once," said Luisa.
"Don't tell me pregnancy is making you lazy."
"It's not laziness, Mom, I'm sleepy. But there's no way I'm missing out on marrying my husband."
They made us look beautiful, my dress specially designed not to press on my belly. Mrs. Consuelo looked stunning in her stately beige dress. The moment had come. Roland entered perfectly groomed. I adored my husband, but I noticed that all of them looked like magazine models, so masculine. Roland reached his mother and sister.
"Beautiful lady, I'm going to regret giving you away to my father-in-law."
"If you don't, I'll run away."
We all burst out laughing. She was blushing and covered her face. He escorted the two women out, and Gustavo came for me.
"Diana, orders from my superior."
I frowned, and only when he picked me up like a baby did I understand.
"You can't walk much, let alone go down stairs. He said he'd skin me alive if he saw you walking, and believe me, Dianita, Onion would do it."
I rolled my eyes. When had this ever been seen! When we arrived at the place, my anger dissipated upon seeing how beautiful and wonderful everything was. Among all the guests, there were two hundred people, the workers from the four ranches. Gustavo, unfazed, waited for Roland to walk the path to where the very elegant Simón and Mr. Fausto were standing.
Father Gabriel was smiling. Then it was my turn. I thought Gustavo would put me down, but no! He walked to the tune of the wedding march, with me in his arms! Everyone was laughing. My face felt red. I looked at Miguel, and he was smiling. I couldn't even get mad at that man. I sighed; there was nothing to be done. I wasn't going to let anything ruin my wedding, and besides, I knew the beast I had for a husband. Gustavo set me down next to him.
"Thanks, friend."
"I don't need to tell you to take care of her. You'd give your life for her. Just don't make her too angry."
"That's impossible," I said, and they laughed.
"Baby, you love my big mouth and what I do with it." Gustavo's laughter was heard by everyone.
"I’m going to give you speakers," I said seriously. He pouted, then kissed my forehead.
"We are gathered here..."
The father intervened, which was for the best, to see if it would stop the man, who was undoubtedly my owner, from saying stupid things.
"I love you," he whispered in my ear. "In this life and the next, Diana García, you are mine." And who wouldn't fall in love with this Beast?
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Veronica
My father had gotten married, my brother was next to me holding Victoria, Luz Marina was holding Liam, next to them was my three-year-old nephew Salvador, Roland was holding Dante, and I was holding Enrique. We were in the front row watching the wedding of the grandparents and uncles.
Roland took my hands. Behind us were Raúl with Manolo, Lupe’s parents who had sat next to my nephew Salvador, and next to them sat an angry Arnold. On the other side was Inés holding Isaac, then Gustavo with his future family, Daniel with his, and finally Aníbal and Shirly.
Behind us were all the employees. They had organized a buffet with a lot of food, there would also be a barbecue, we were going to roll out of here, and there would be drinks for anyone who wanted, but everyone knew that tomorrow at nine were my children’s baptisms.
"My mother looks very happy."
"Don't forget old Fausto," I replied.
"With all due respect, brother-in-law, your mother took the bitterness out of the old grump."
I let out a discreet laugh. Roland wrinkled his face a bit. The father finally declared them husband and wife, the three couples kissed, and we all burst into jubilation. It was time for the protocol photos with everyone. By nine, my kids were already tired, Roland and I slipped away for a moment to put them to sleep, and we weren’t the only ones. Miguel was coming down the stairs with the baby monitor just in case Isaac woke up.
"Now to enjoy my wedding."
"Let’s put the car up, Beautiful. Good thing they sleep through the night too."
While Roland fed one, I put pajamas on the other. It took us an hour to get them to sleep. We took the monitor to listen to them and hand in hand, we went down the stairs. The party was in full swing, everyone looked happy, our friends were at one table, and we had our seats there. But the music sounded amazing.
"Shall we dance, Mr. Roland?"
"With one condition, Miss Veronica," he smiled. "In a couple of hours, let’s disappear, and you let me screw you. That dress has me going crazy." My dress was black, tight to my body.
"No problem."
"That’s my girl."
We reached the dance floor, and the workers made space for us. I don't know if it was word of mouth, but it was clear everyone knew how much we loved to dance. At that moment, a bachata started playing.
"Do you remember?" I smiled, our first dance.
"I remember everything with you, Roland. From the moment you brought me onto the balcony of your estate." That seductive smile of his.
"I love you, Beautiful."
We began our display of sensuality, in front of the main table where the newlyweds and our friends were. Feeling his breath in my ear, the strength he used to lead the dance, knowing the exact moment to let me be free and when to dominate me again.
We disconnected from the people; it was just him and me. It would always be him and me and now our children. I couldn’t ask God for anything more, I was blessed with what I had. This was the start of an incredible night.