It’s him. It’s always been him.
Today I am marrying Christopher Miles.
We finally get to the end of the aisle and my father kisses both of my cheeks and I turn toward Christopher.
He kisses me and leans up onto his toes in excitement, his big, beautiful smile on display.
My heart is full.
And as everyone who is dearest to us watches on, I marry the love of my life.
The room is hot and steamy, a perspiration sheen covers my skin.
I’m on my hands and knees, the sound of the bed slamming into the wall with force.
“You take my cock like a good fucking wife,” Christopher growls as he pulls my head back by my hair, he’s standing behind me, his legs spread and thick quads contracting with every pump.
I clench as my body ripples around his large erection.
Holy fuck…
The honeymoon of all honeymoons.
I have well and truly been broken in.
We’ve been fucking for hours…days.
His hands tighten on my hair as he pulls my head back so that my eyes meet his. “I’m going to blow in your mouth, Mrs. Miles.”
I smile up at him and lick my lips.
Please.
We walk up the gangplank hand in hand, “Good afternoon Mr and Mrs Miles.” The captain smiles. The staff are lined up in their white and navy uniforms to greet us and I can’t help but get a sense of de-ja-vu. It doesn’t seem that long ago that we were working in a place just like this.
We are boarding Christophers super Yacht and every single time we do it, it just seems so crazy and surreal.
It’s like we have two different lives, the family farm in London with Eddie and then when Eddie stays with my parents, we live a life of the rich and famous.
Yachts and private planes, black tie balls and exotic people and places.
We are in St Tropez in the south of France, we flew over in the private jet and now have a week on the yacht.
Crazy…even to me.
We board and walk into the most beautiful yacht I have ever seen; I take the stairs to our bedroom and look around, through the huge glass windows, I stare out over the view of the marina and Christophers hands snake around me from behind, “Finally… we’re here.” He whispers against my cheek. “Let’s get busy.” His erection digs into my hip.
“We are not getting busy; they’re going to be here soon.”
“They’ll be hours, they’re always late.”
A shell horn sounds and we glance up and Basil, Bernadette, Bodie and Kimberly are coming up the boardwalk dressed in full cabaret fancy dress, laughing loudly as they chat.
“Fuck me dead.” Christopher whispers.
I burst out laughing, the best part about our extravagant holidays is that we get to bring our friends.
Three years later.
I stare at the little girl wrapped tightly in her pink blanket, the perfect blend of Christopher and me.
Evelyn Grace Miles, one week old, and today we get to take her home.
I glance at my watch. “Where are they?”
Christopher and Eddie are coming to pick us up but are running late and I have no idea what they are doing.
So much has changed in our life.
Eddie is now legally our son; we adopted him eighteen months ago and go to Spain for vacation every year. We’re hoping to buy a holiday house over there as soon as we get the time to look for one.
As much as we love our time in Spain, Eddie is always the one who is most eager to get back to our farm in the UK. He is totally obsessed with it and says that it’s where we belong. He’s become quite the competent little farmer.
My mom and dad live in the bottom house of our farm for a few months of the year. One day we hope to get a caretaker to live in one of the houses so that we can go away more often. At the moment we are pretty tied here. I have a herd of the most beautiful cattle in all of the land and my own animal husbandry business. I have two full-time staff to help me with it. I think Eddie is sweet on Melissa, who is one of our trainees. She’s a year older than him but they get on well and hang out together. Christopher is watching them like a hawk and has warned Eddie not to touch her or he’s dead.
Eddie is reading and writing like a pro and now is going to school as a senior. He is sitting in the top band of his classmates and has lots of friends, he just got his learner license.
Christopher hasn’t let me drive with him yet because I was pregnant, all I know is that every time they go driving, Christopher ages about five years and does a cross symbol as he walks into the house as if he is walking into a Catholic church.
The door bursts open and Christopher and Eddie come rushing in. “Sorry we’re late,” Eddie stammers,
“Hi, Grumps.” Christopher kisses me softly; his lips linger on mine.
Having this perfect little version of us has sent Christopher’s hormones into overdrive, he cannot love me more.
“You’re late.” I look between them as I hand Evelyn to Eddie. “Hold your sister.” Eddie takes her like a pro and sits down in the chair in the corner of the hospital room, he smiles down at her with so much love.
He’s a natural at this big brother thing.
“It was Eddie’s fault.”
“It was not,” Eddie fires back. “You left the gate open and the cows got into the top paddock.”
“What?” I frown.
“Then we had to chase them all back in and then I tripped over in cow shit and had to change,” Christopher snaps. “Nothing ever runs fucking smooth for us, you know this.”
“Don’t curse in front of Evelyn,” Eddie fires back. “She can hear, you know?”
Christopher punches his fist. “I’m the parent around here.”
Eddie rolls his eyes.
“Are my boys ready to take us home?” I ask.
Christopher takes me into his arms and kisses me softly. “You bet we are.” He turns to Eddie. “Let me hold her.”
“I want to hold her,” Eddie replies.
“Later, you’re the kid.” Christopher takes her from him. “The dad always holds the baby as you leave the hospital, everyone knows that. It’s the dad law.”
“I’m carrying her into the house when we get home then,” Eddie replies.
I roll my eyes. Fuck my life. “Are you two going to fight over holding her forever now?”
“Yes,” they both say in unison.
Eddie grabs my bags and Christopher puts his arm around his shoulders as he stares lovingly down at our little girl. “Let’s take our family home.”
Christopher
Five years later.
We sit around the board table, all of us together as we make plans and projections for Miles Media for the next five years.
Tough decisions have to be made, changes bought into place and implemented.
This is the sharp end of the job; it is also where Jameson shines and is at his best.
“Okay.” Jameson slides over his folder. “Next. I have made some recommendations on who I want to train up to management level in the New York office.”
I take the folder from him and open it up.
Eduardo Miles
I close the folder and push it back to him, “No.”
“What do you mean no?” He frowns.
“He’s not ready.”
Eddie has been working with Miles Media for three years and I hate to admit it but he’s a star in the making.