Chapter 109 A Matron Of Honor
The first two months of my pregnancy were filled with fear and uncertainty. Every twinge or ache made me worry that I would lose the precious life growing inside me. I clung to hope, praying for the strength to carry this child to term. My sister Emily, and my sister in law Beatrice was my ever present shadow as they accompanied me everywhere. King Leo admonished them to take great care with me when he was on duty and could not be with me.
When the third month arrived, I made the difficult choice to allow my King access to my body. Each night as he umdressed me the first words that comes out of his mouth is, "Let daddy kiss his baby." He would kneel down and kiss my abdomen while I giggled. He was attentive and knew when I was tired on those days he would let me rest first then relish me later in the night. Most dayd he would be gentle. Sometimes, it drew me crazy because, I felt that pregnancy was not a condition but a fact of life and I was mush stronger than he thought I was. One night I discussed this with him and told him that I wanted to enjoy sex as much as him and the doctor encouraged sex during pregnancy. From that day onwards he changed his idea of a pregnant woman. He discovered that my hormones were off and I wanted sex as often as possible and I was wet all the time. He would make oral love to me while he enjoyed eating my pussy. I squirted more now than before and he loves licking it off my pussy. I often gave him a fine licking and he enjoyed every movement of my mouth on his phallus. It made him come easily. He was very intune with me. As soon as we retired he woould ask for his dessert. After oral each night we waited on the wave of our climax to reode and we would make slow and gently love. These moments were precious to us. My husband was never roough with me during my pregnancy. Our love had always been passionate and profound, but now it held a deeper purpose. He was my anchor, my protector, and he understood the weight of responsibility that rested on our shoulders.
From that day I told him I told him that I was not going to break nor lose the baby, he became the most dedicated and loving husband, ensuring the safety of both me and our unborn child. He watched over us like a hawk, always designating someone by my side if he could not be there . There were no moments alone, but I found solace in knowing I was surrounded by love and unwavering support.
My mother, always wise and nurturing, was just a portal away. She would come whenever I called, bringing with her her calming presence and healing remedies. She stayed by my side, a guiding light in the stormy sea of pregnancy. My sister, Emily, was a great help as well, despite being just a teenager. She had recently gone through the journey of pregnancy herself and understood the changes that were happening to my body. She offered advice and reassurance, reminding me that I wasn't alone in this journey. Together, we navigated the challenges that each day brought. The changes in my body were sometimes overwhelming, but with the support of my loved ones, I found the strength to embrace them. My appetite fluctuated, and my emotions were a rollercoaster ride, but I knew these were all signs of the life growing within me.
As the months stretched on, I marveled at the miracle unfolding inside me. Each kick and flutter reminded me of the precious gift I carried. Fear still lingered, like a shadow in the back of my mind, but it was overshadowed by a fierce determination to protect and nurture this baby and the knowledge that the Red Witch granted my wish and the Fairies sealed my baby until birth.
And in those moments of doubt, I found strength in the love that surrounded me. My King's unwavering devotion, my mother's wisdom, and my sister's understanding were constant reminders that I was not alone in this journey. With my family support and my unwavering determination, I knew we would face whatever challenges came our way. This was just the beginning, and together, we would create a future filled with love.
In my fourth month of pregnancy, my baby bump was barely showing, a gentle curve that hinted at the life growing within. Despite the changes happening within me, life continued to move forward, and we found ourselves attending a wedding. The wedding belonged to none other than my husband's twin sister, Beatrice. Both my husband and I were bubbling with excitement as we embarked on our journey to Norway, where the wedding was to take place. It was a joyous occasion, and we settled into the wedding plans with enthusiasm.
As the days passed, I found myself growing fonder of my mother-in-law's gentle spirit, who included me in every aspect of the preparations. Together, my mother, the fairies, and I played vital roles in decorating the abbey and the reception hall. It was a labor of love, and I was honored to be a part of it. On the day of the wedding, I stood by Bea's side as her Maid of Honor. She looked stunning in her beautiful gown, radiating happiness as she exchanged vows with her beloved. The ceremony was filled with love, and tears of joy glistened in many eyes, including my own.
The reception that followed was a grand celebration. The air was filled with laughter and music as guests danced and mingled. My husband and I took every opportunity to revel in the joyous atmosphere, our hearts bursting with happiness for Bea and her new husband. As the night grew darker, exhaustion began to weigh heavy on my weary body. My husband, ever attentive to my needs, noticed the fatigue etched upon my face. With a gentle touch, he urged me to rest, assuring me that he would rejoin the festivities shortly.
To my surprise, however, he decided to stay by my side instead. I protested, not wanting to deprive him of the celebrations, but his love for me shone brightly in his eyes. He whispered sweet words, reminding me that my well-being was his utmost priority. After a refreshing sleep, we awoke late in the night, the moon casting a soft glow upon our embrace. In the quiet solitude, we allowed our desires for one another to take over, basking in the intimacy that bound us together. It was a moment of unadulterated love, a fleeting respite from the chaos that surrounded us. This was the first time my husband made love to me like he did in the past quick and rough and I totally enjoyed his sweet kisses like honey dew and lemon grass. accompanied by the most amazing night of sex. it must have been the full moon. My husband did not mark me as yet. He said he was waiting on the birth of his child to do so.
The wedding had been a beautiful celebration of love, and in the depths of that night, I realized just how fortunate I was to have found a partner who cherished and protected me. As I rested in his arms, I knew that together, we could face any challenge that lay ahead. This was just the beginning of our journey—a journey filled with love, family, and the unbreakable bond that connected us both. With each passing day, my baby bump would grow, a testament to the love we shared and the hope that filled our hearts. And so, as the night gave way to a new dawn, our story continued, with every chapter unveiling a destiny intertwined with dragons, magic, and a love that would conquer all.
My Beloved Readers,
I admonish you read on and complete this book.
Love always,
Your author