His Unexpected Baby by Jamie Knight
Epilogue - Stephanie
March weddings weren’t as popular as May, or even April, but we didn’t always do what was expected.
It was also close enough to the ending where we’d met for the whole thing to feel the right level of meta. Not to mention that we were waiting for Karin to be old enough to take a bottle. A bottle of breast milk but a bottle just the same.
Having her had been the center of our attention and only after she was born did we want to have this wedding. We were glad she was here to celebrate it with us.
It was a bit too cool out for a park affair like Jonna and Seth had, despite how surprisingly awesome their wedding had been. Particularly with the bandstand bonanza that followed.
Still, I was keyed up for what we had planned. It took four months to plan with some incredibly good word put in by everyone. Who needed a wedding planner when you had an involved fiancé, trustworthy sister and rich brother-in-law?
We still tried to keep things within reason, like there were only two types of flowers decorating the chapel. The two we had decided were the ones no one in either of our families were allergic to.
Apparently hay fever was a problem that afflicted both the Morris and Karlssen lines. We were going to be going through a lot of antihistamines between us and Karin in the next few years.
There came a rap on my door.
“Come in!”
“You look so beautiful,” Jonna gushed the moment she laid eyes on me.
“I should, you picked the dress.”
“Still, you fill it in really well.’
“Thanks?”
Before she could reply the organ ruled up with the familiar tune, and it was time to get down to business. It felt a little funny having Jonna as my Maid of Honor when she when so recently been the bride, but there was no one else in the would I rather have walk with me.
I moved down the aisle, knowing each step was bringing me closer to the life I’d always wanted, even if I didn’t know it at the time.
Finally outgrowing my parents’ influence helped in noticing. The fact that my much younger sister never really seemed under their thrall, actually getting into arguments with my dad before she was even old enough to wear a bra, was not lost.
Turned out she always had been the independent one. It was just that going your own way left ample opportunity for screw-ups along the way. To her credit, she never made the same mistake twice, as far as I knew.
So, all the times I’d thought I was rescuing her from certain doom, or at least great peril, I was actually helping her learn. Lessons that helped her become the strong, capable, confident adult I was finally beginning to see her as. Still, not the worst thing a big sister could do.
Karin was seated comfortably with Ragnar’s parents— mine had boycotted when they found out I was marrying a metal head, but that was their loss, really. Our little baby looked so cute in her pink dress with a spring hat.
I stepped up to the altar beside Ragnar, my heart bursting with love and joy for both my soon-to-be husband and our baby.
I was so delirious with the emotion of it all, I nearly forgot my vows, even though we’d written them ourselves. Probably why I was able to remember them at all. Just being that close to Ragnar made me almost dizzy with all the happiness.
Next thing I knew, we were at the reception, a string quartet playing an extended set of metal covers, ranging the gamut from Iron Maiden, to Metallica to Alestorm, no one seeming to mind, or really notice, at all. There really was something about the instrumentation that made metal acceptable.
“So, how is married life?” Jonna asked, cornering me at the reception.
“So far, so good. To be fair, I’ve only been married about an hour.”
“Still, the fact you’re with your soulmate should help.”
“We can only hope.”
There were many things to love about my baby sister, her slightly sardonic sense of humor was near the top of the list.
“Feeling good about throwing off the corporate yoke?”
“Can’t say it weighed that heavy, but yeah, in a way. My assistant quit anyway, so it was just going to be a pain.”
“Maddie quit? I thought she loved working at Asgard.”
“Oh, she did, she just found someone she loved even more. You might know him, Corvin Dusk?”
“The vocalist in Lords of Sacred Shadow?”
“The same. Apparently, they went back east, some place called Shady Rest or something.”
“Shady Glen?” Jonna asked, suddenly turning serious.
“Yeah, that’s it, anyway, Maddie wasn’t far behind.”
“Like you’re planning on Ragnar’s next tour.”
“Yeah, except it’s actually my job now. You know, Suspicious Activity tour manager and all. I knew there had to be another use for my organizational skills. Only now I’m actually promoting art, like I’ve always really wanted to. The fact that I also get to stay close to my husband and our baby is just an added bonus.”
“Win-win,” Jonna said with a wink.
I knew he was there before I could hear him, my sense of smell still heightened from my pregnancy, it also helped that Ragnar has started to wear cologne to try and fit in better with my old friends. Despite not really knowing how to apply it effectively.
“Ready to go honey?”
“Absolutely. Later, little one.”
We both kissed Karin, whom Jonna was going to watch along with her cousin Casey while Ragnar and I celebrated our nupitals one on one.
“Have fun,” Jonna said, as we hugged goodbye.
I was about to say ‘that’s the idea’ but I managed to retrain myself just in time.
Instead, I just said, “Thanks for all your help.”
“Any time,” she answered, smiling.
With his hand on my back, Ragnar guided me from the reception and to a waiting taxi.
Somehow, through sheer strength of will, we managed to keep our clothes on all the way to the hotel. It was a smaller one out by the airport, so we were accessible to fly to Sweden the next morning.
I had seen Ragnar’s hometown, so he only thought it was fair I get to see mine. Going so far as to figure out my family had originated in a city called Gothenburg, pronounced Goteborg, before coming to America.
A true romantic, beneath his stern exterior, Ragnar picked me up the second we were out of the elevator, carrying me all the way to the door of the bridal suite.
They really had gone out, decorating the room to the nines, at least from what I could tell, and I found myself up quickly lying face down on the heart-shaped bed as Ragnar unfastened the back of my dress, kissing every inch of bare skin as it was revealed.
The design of the dress didn’t really allow for me to wear a bra, making the whole removal process a lot easier. Along with the fact that I figured if I wasn’t wearing a bra, I might as well not wear panties either.
“That’s my girl,” Ragnar laughed, gently squeezing my bare ass as my dress came away.
“Dig in.”
Not needing to be told twice, Ragnar gently spread my legs and nestled his nose between them, lightly lapping at my wet, aching puss. Every so often he took a detour up to my asshole, which felt more amazing than I ever could have imagined.
“Fuck,” I moaned, as he focused his attentions between my virgin ass cheeks.
“Do you want to try?” he asked, coming up for air.
“Yes, please,” I mewed, suddenly feeling very weak but also satisfied.
“We’re going to have to prepare you.”
Before I could ask how, I felt the bed shift as it was relieved of his weight, the sound of a suitcase zipper following closely behind.
Settling down into the oddly shaped but quite comfortable mattress, I waited for whatever was coming. Knowing in my heart I could trust Ragnar with my life. He was the best husband and father a girl could ask for, and he had always been exciting yet safe in bed.
“Oh!”
“Sorry, it goes on a bit cold, it should warm up soon.”
Sure, enough the cold dollop of lube dribbled between my ass cheeks warmed up nicely, making it even more pleasant as Ragnar started to spread it around and make sure some got inside. When I was nice and lubed up, I felt something pressing against me.
“Is that you?”
“No, not yet. This is called a butt plug honey; it will help get you ready.”
“Oh, okay.”
I reached back with both hands and spread wide as he carefully worked the plug inside me, stroking my lower back with his free hand as he did so. He sure knew how to relax me.
The plug popped into place, the edges of the base brushing against me with any move, as Ragnar slowly fingered my lubed-up pussy, helping me to relax. Particularly after I reached orgasm.
“That should do it,” he said, as I panted into the love red pillow.
“Oh, good,” I managed between gasps for sweet oxygen.
The plug felt a lot better coming out then going in, Ragnar still stimulating my pussy as he worked it free.
I could actually feel how much my asshole was stretched without even needing to see it. Wide enough that I might just be able to take a cock as magnificently massive as Ragnar’s. We were sure going to give it the old college, try in any case.
“Push down,” he said, the head of his well-lubed cock pressing against me.
I did my best, breathing out slowly as he slid inside. Only the head caused any real problems. Once that was in though, it was pretty much smooth sailing, Ragnar getting a little more than half his cock inside me before I let out a yelp.
Backing off to a much more comfortable depth, he started to move, slowly pumping me, holding my hair back so he could see my face.
Leaning down, without breaking his rhythm, my loving husband kissed me passionately as he tenderly took my anal virginity in our honeymoon bed.
I didn’t know I could have an orgasm this way, but he was quick to show me that I absolutely could, and the pleasure ripping through me was new and intense. And as I screamed and tightened around him in release, I heard his own grunts of climax and felt the heat of his cum flooding my insides.
He pulled out slowly, gently, and tugged me into his arms as he collapsed on the bed.
I couldn’t wait to get back to Karin and give her a hug, but for now, I had a little time left for a nap with my husband on our wedding day, after consummating our love.
“I love you,” Ragnar whispered to me. “You and Karen are the best things that have ever happened to me. Even more so than the success of my band, I’m happy for the success of our love.”
“Right back at you,” I whispered drowsily, burying my face into the crook of his neck.
I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life marching to the beat of his drum.
THE END
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