“I don’t know,” Dane answers. “To be honest, I’m not very thirsty right now.”

“Oh? I would imagine a guy like you would be going insane over an open bar.”

“Not really,” he says. “I find people who drink to be rather boring. You know they only drink to put on the illusion that they’re interesting.”

“Oh, ha ha,” I mock.

“That’s not why I came over here, anyway.”

“Yeah?” I ask. “Why’d you come over here, then?”

“Because I think you’re absolutely gorgeous, and I know this may sound a little forward, but would you like to find a closet somewhere and fuck like bunnies?”

“A little forward?” I snort. “Does that line ever work?”

“At least once,” Dane answers, “I’m hoping.”

I down my drink.

“You know what?” I ask, “why not. Maybe I can teach you a few things. You come off a little inexperienced with women.”

“I am,” Dane says and takes my hand.

I walk in front of him for fairly obvious reasons, but we’re delayed a minute when the bride and groom rush over, arms outstretched.

“Help me,” Dane whispers. “Wriggles,” he says, turning just enough to hug Wrigley with his upper body while I generously ease my butt against his front while I hug Mike.

“Dane!” Wrigley squeals. “I’m married!”

“I know! Congratulations! You two are going to have such a wonderful life together.”

“Thank you,” she says and leans into his ear. “Real smooth with the positioning there, chief. I’m sure nobody’s figured it out.”

She gives him a kiss on the cheek and a moment later, she’s putting her arms around me, ever so gently, but ever so effectively moving me just far enough away from Dane to expose his rather embarrassing situation.

With gritted teeth and a smile, he casually rests his hands over the offending bulge in his pants and says, “Thanks, Wrigley. I’m so glad you guys came over.”

“Hey Dane, thanks for standing with me today,” Mike says.

“It was an honor,” Dane answers.

Fortunately for Dane, Mike is happy enough with a handshake.

“Well,” I say, “I’ve got to head out to the, uh—”

“The car,” Dane interrupts. “She forgot something, and I’m going to help her look for it.”

“Don’t forget to lift the hood,” Wrigley says, beaming.

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Dane says. “Congratulations, you two.”

We make their way through the reception hall and find the nearest unlocked door without anyone inside the room.

It’s a small room, full of flowers.

“Do you think Wrigley’s going to mind if we do it in the bridal suite?”

“I don’t mind,” Dane tells me and we’re locked in a passionate kiss.

“Help me get my dress off,” I say.

“Leave it on,” Dane answers.

“Pantyhose?” I ask.

“Dealer’s choice,” he answers, kissing my neck and chest.

It’s a little tricky with Dane all over me, but I manage to slip off my panty hose, and a moment later, I’ve got the front of Dane’s slacks open and he’s sliding my dress up my thighs.

I lean back against the wall and put one leg around Dane’s body, guiding him toward me.

He runs his tip against my opening and I’m already so wet.

Dane puts himself inside and we let out a pleasured sigh together.

“You know,” Dane says, kissing my lips and neck, “we won’t be able to do it like this too much longer.”

“Shh,” I tell him. “You’re not supposed to know I’m pregnant. I’m not showing that much in this dress, and I haven’t told you that yet. I’ll probably wait until after you’ve got me to come a few times, so if you bail on me, at least I’ll have gotten something out of it.”

“You’re so fucking weird,” he says. “But I like that, whatever you said your name was.”

“Yeah,” I scoff between sharp inhales. “That’s attractive.”

I open the front of Dane’s shirt and kiss his smooth, firm chest.

“What does this tattoo mean?” I ask, pulling him tighter with my leg.

“It means ‘virile warrior,’” he answers.

I smack him on the chest, saying, “Oh, it does not.”

“Got it when I was eighteen,” he says.

“Gotta move,” I tell him. “Baby’s kicking.”

“Oh my god,” Dane gasps. “You’re pregnant?”

“Oh, shut up,” I say.

“Hold on, I wanna feel it,” Dane tells me.

He bends down and puts a hand on my stomach. Our daughter moves under his gentle touch.

“I really don’t think I’m ever going to get over that,” he says. “That is so amazing.”

The door to the bridal suite opens and Dane is quick to stand up. He’s facing the wall, but he’s still hanging out the front of his pants.

“Hey you guys!”

Of course it’s Wrigley.

Dane mutters, “You wanna distract her a minute?”

I smirk. “We were looking for the bathroom. Would you mind showing me where it is?”

“It’s down the hall on your left,” Wrigley says. “So Dane, what are ya doin’ over there looking at the wall?”

“Oh, can we not do this?” he asks.

“It’s not like it’s anything I haven’t seen,” Wrigley quips. “I’m just kidding. I just wanted to let you two know that we’re going to be cutting the cake in about five minutes.”

“All right,” I tell her, “thank you.”

We hug.

I never thought I’d be so close with Wrigley of all people, but after hearing everything she did to help guide Dane and I together, all my enmity toward her dissolved.

“Thank you for everything,” I tell her.

“You’re welcome,” Wrigley says. “Thank you for introducing me to Mike.”

There’s the sound of a zipper going up and Dane finally turns around.

“Five minutes, huh?” he asks. “Any chance I could talk you into making it fifteen?”

Wrigley and I both roll our eyes.

After the cake is cut and all remaining rice is thrown and the bride and groom are off for a weekend of marital debauchery, Dane and I get in the car for the drive home.

“You know,” he says, “I’m kind of glad you almost hooked up with that fireman?”

“Yeah?” I ask. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.”

“Why? What?”

“Will,” I say. “You know, I see him in the store every once in a while, and I was thinking: I know we’re married and all, but maybe we could stand to spice things up a bit?”

“Darling,” he starts, “we just had sex in my ex’s bridal suite. I think things are pretty spicy as it is.”

“I guess,” I yawn. “Still, though, you’ve made all of my other fantasies come true. Even ones I didn’t know I had until you brought them to life.”

“Yeah, I’d say I’ve gone above and beyond,” he says.

“Meh,” I say. “You’ve done all right, I guess.”

“Oh, come on,” Dane protests. “I gave up my job in the city so that we could be closer together.”

“Tell the whole story,” I answer.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know, the part about how l’Iris started doing so well after Wilks took over that Jim hooked you up with the seed money to start your own restaurant right down the street from where we live.”

“I hardly see how that’s relevant,” he answers.

He turns on the radio.

“Seriously? You’re still on the death metal?” he asks. “Isn’t that going to make our baby come out with hooves or craving blood or something?”

“Metal is closest in relation to classical music, and everyone knows that classical music makes babies smarter.”

“Oh, it does not. That was just a misquote, saying…” he trails off into laughter.

“Look,” I tell him, gazing up at the sky through the windshield.

“What?”

“The stars,” I tell him. “There are a lot of them tonight.”

“Leila?”

“Yeah?”

“I love the fuck out of you.”

“Thanks,” I answer. “Dane?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever given any thought to joining the fire department?”

He laughs. “I’ll be your fireman.”

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