Welcome home Mrs. Gray

We arrived back home, and Nash parked a block away from where he was taking me. We got out of the car, and I looked around at him, slightly confused. It was a street with a bunch of houses that didn't look familiar to me. He walked over to me and swept me off my feet as he held me bridal style in his arms. "Nash! What are you doing?" I squealed. He looked at me with his steel-grey eyes and said, "I want you to close your eyes, then when I tell you, you can open them." I looked at him suspiciously. "Close them," he ordered me as I sighed as I closed my eyes, then he started walking. After a while, I finally asked, "Can I open my eyes now?" There was a slight annoyance in my tone. "Nope, I told you, you had to wait," Nash said as he carried me. I didn't know why he felt the need to take me, but he did. Finally, he stopped and set me down. He turned me around and whispered in my ear, "Now you can open them." I opened my eyes to see a Victorian-style house. It looked amazing, thank God, because from what Pat told me about her home, I'm terrified I would have to go through the same thing. Nash grabbed my hand, leading me up the pathway and onto the porch. It had a good size porch with porch chairs setting on it. Then he opened the door. My jaw dropped open; they already furnished it. "What do you think?" He asked me curiously. I turned to him. "It's amazing, but what about our clothes?" It was a question I had been pondering. "They're already in the dressers and closet. Ma and the others brought our stuff over. They also worked on the house while we were at school. It needed renovation," he said to me casually. "Is that why the others got houses because they got them as fixer-uppers?" I asked him. "Pretty much, Ma thought Dad would hurt Jonas a couple of hundred times," he chuckled. I giggled at that. Nash closed the door and took me on a tour of the house; to the right was a dining room, the left was the living room, and Some stairs separated them. We walked through the dining room, and there was the kitchen. It was big. It was big enough to hold a regular size table. Nash led me upstairs. It surprised me; there were six bedrooms. We had a master bedroom with a bathroom, and there were two other full-size bathrooms. There was also a half bath on the main floor. I looked at Nash. "Is there a reason there are so many bedrooms?" "Well, I always wanted a big family," he said with a slight wince. "How big are we talking?" I looked at him suspiciously. "Seven," he answered as he winced. I looked at him like he lost his damn mind. "I meant seven, including us," he reassured me. "Wait, you're telling me you want five kids?" I looked at him incredulously. "Is that a problem?" He asked me, not knowing what I would say. "I don't know. Were you going to be carrying the babies?" I gave him an annoyed look. He gave me a look. What? It was a reasonable question. "Mags," he put his arms around my waist, "I want to have a family with you. I like big families. It's what I grew up with," he informed me. I looked at him and sighed. I knew Nash loved his family. Hell, I loved his family. But that is a lot of babies. I took a deep breath and released it, "Fine but only five, and after that, you get fixed," I ordered him. "Fair enough," he agreed with me, then added, "how about we get started now?" He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. "Nash! We still have to meet your parents down at the Bakery, and you have to meet up with Nixon!" "They can wait!" he yelled as he closed the door with his foot, and from there, he gave it the good old college try. Once we finished up after the third time, our phones were going off rapidly. "I told you, we didn't have time for this," I grumbled as I pulled the sheet around me and answered my phone. "Hey, we were busy getting busy." He wiggled his eyebrows as he answered his phone. Nate told me he didn't need to hear about how we already broke in our new house and said to spray Nash down with the hose. I had to laugh. Nash told Nixon to meet us at the bakery. That way we could kill two birds with one stone. As soon as we hung up, Nash rolled over and pulled me to him. "Nashville Gray!" I squealed. "Nah uh, Margaret Gray, we're not done yet," he smirked. "But, they are waiting for us!" I exclaimed. "Let them wait. I need my wife to take care of my needs," he said to me as I felt something hard against my buttocks. Oh lord, we were never leaving the house. We did eventually leave the bedroom and the house, heading towards the bakery. Maybe it was the fact we didn't have to hide; we're married, but I was feeling frisky. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me? I shifted in my seat. Nash glanced at me as he drove, holding the steering wheel with one hand while resting the other hand on my leg. "Problem?" he inquired. "Uh, nope," I lied as I shifted more. Damn, I was feeling frisky. He let out a low chuckled. "You sure?" He inquired again. "Do you think your parents would object if we were just a few minutes late?" I asked sheepishly. The car came to a screeching halt. Nash threw it into a park and released his seat belt. Then he grabbed my legs and yanked me down. "They can wait. My wife has needs that needed taking care of," he agreed with me. I heard his zipper. "Oh, dear," I panted. From there, the windows started to steam, and the car was rocking as our moans became loud. Note to self, having sex in a car is exciting. What is not appealing is having someone knocking on your car window? Nash popped up and hit the window button to see Nixon standing there. "Yes," Nash asked with irritation. "Is there a reason your car is all steamed up and rocking?" He gave Nash a look. "Well, I'm kind of busy," Nash panted heavily. "With whom?" Nixon questioned him. My head popped up as I answered, "Me." "Just checking," he smirked. "What are you doing here?" Nash asked him. "I was on my way to the bakery then saw your car. Saw the rocking, fogged windows, and moaning. Have you two not heard of a bedroom?" "Brother, I don't even want to hear it from you. You may be a minister, but you also had Kat bent over the hood of your car while you pounded away," Nash retorted. "I got to tell you, my fiancé is a kinky little thing," he remarked with a smirk. "Really because I'm pretty sure she told Mags that you wanted to go at it with her on the hood of your car because you are a horny little freak," Nash corrected him. "Hey, sex is a natural and beautiful thing. So, is seeing your girl's ass as you're pounding her over and over," he retorted. Oh good god, I did not know what to hear about Nixon's sex life. I still can't believe he is a minister. "Well, give us a minute. We will meet you there," Nash informed him. "Well, hurry. No one has time for you to drill your wife in the front seat of your car," he retorted. "Sorry my wife has needs," Nash told him emphatically. "Yeah, I doubt ma and Dad will seeing horniness as a need," he countered. "Will you go?" Nash huffed. "All right, finish up and meet me at the bakery." Nixon left, and Nash rolled the window back up. He turned to me. "Now, let's finish what we started before we were so rudely interrupted." "You don't have to tell me twice," I grinned as we back at it. Nixon is always interrupting us. We walked into the bakery as Nate, Pat, Nixon, and Kat stared at us. "What?" Nash asked them. "Do we want to know why you're late?" Nate asked with a knowing look. "Probably not," Nash muttered. "Ever heard the expression if this car is a rock-in, don't come a knock-in?" Nixon asked his dad. Nate looked at him. "And a rock in which they shall be." Nate rolled his eyes as Nixon smirked. After a few minutes of awkwardness, we finally got to discuss the wedding. Everything was pretty set, and it would be a small ceremony. This time Nate found a minister much to Nixon's chagrin. He wanted to perform his ceremony, but Kat put her foot down. She said anyone else's would be beautiful but not theirs. Watching them argue was watching an old married couple. Nixon and Kat finally left while Nate and Pat stayed behind to talk to us. "How was the honeymoon?" Pat asked us. "Amazing," I sighed. "Sounds like it," she smiled. "Well, the bakery is all set. Here are the keys: Good luck," Nate said, handing the keys to us. He took Pat's hand, led her out of the bakery as Nash and I looked around. "This seems surreal," I said as I looked at everything. Nash walked over to me as I looked at the cases of baked goods. "Baby girl, this is our dream. One that we will take care of and nourish." I stood up straight and looked at him. "I wouldn't want it any other way." I smiled, and he pulled me into a kiss. After Nixon's wedding, The Gray Brother's Bakery officially opens for business. I could not wait.