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When she woke the next morning, Dale was curled up behind her.
He was gently stroking her hair as he held her, so her arse was tight into his groin. She could feel his erection between her thighs and squeezed them together, making him groan, “Sweetie if you want to talk before, I fuck you stupid, you had better stop that now.”
Terry rolled over onto her back, and Dale happily moved his hand to squeeze and fondle her tit. “I love your tits,” he said and bent over to suck on the nipple gently and then nipped it, so she moaned and shuddered.
“They won’t be so perky once your kid has been sucking on them,” she said after catching her breath.
He shook his head, “No, that will just make them sexier, knowing they nourished my child. You’re so beautiful that the thought of you having my kid is awesome.”
Terry frowned, “Shit, I’ll be showing when we get married. Everyone will think you are marrying me because you knocked me up.”
“Nah, it will be worse,” he said as his finger idly circled her nipple.
“How could it be worse?” she came back, her eyes wide.
“They are going to think you’re a gold-digger,” he said with a big grin.
“A what?” she exclaimed and sat up suddenly.
“Yep!” Dale said as he lay back and put his hands behind his head. “They will think you got pregnant to get my money,” he told her grinning even more broadly.
Terry frowned, “What money? I know you do okay with your job, but we won’t be rich,” she sated.
“We’re already rich,” he said. She looked at him with exasperation, having no idea what he was on about. He put her out of her misery. “They put the two-million-dollar payout in my bank account two days ago.”
He watched her eyes go wide, and she stammered out, “Fuck! The taxman is going to love you.”
He shook his head, “They already have their share. I negotiated they had to pay me two million plus the taxman’s share.”
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed.
“I thought I’d like to go to New Zealand for the honeymoon. We can hire a car and just drive around as we please, and stop when we want to. What do you think?” he asked.
“That’s not how you plan a holiday,” she scolded.
“Yes, it is. It’s the best way. Mum and I used to chuck a bag of clothes in the car, and then we’d pick a direction and drive. If we found something interesting, we stopped. We’d check out the information centres when we got somewhere and go do whatever took our fancy.”
“We’d take side roads just to see where they went. There was always the expectation of finding something exciting or surprising around the next corner. They were great holidays. We had ended up in nearly every town in the state of Queensland before I was fourteen.”
Terry shook her head, “Yes, I can see how a vacation like that could be fun. I’d have to get a passport.”
“Sweet. So how about the park near your Dad’s place? We can walk across the road to the Hotel for the reception. Your Dad has put a tentative booking on the room for us; it seats about a hundred and fifty, so it should be big enough.”
“Since when have you been so pally with my dad?” Terry asked.
“Since I asked him if I could marry you,” Dale replied.
“And when was that?” she asked.
“Umm, probably the same day I got you pregnant,” he grinned.
“So, you and my dad have been planning my wedding for two months,” she said.
“Yep, he was tickled pink. He told me your favourite colours were green and purple and that you wanted a garden wedding, so we picked the park where all the purple bushes are. They even have a bridal arch. We booked that as well.”
“So, I just have to turn up?” she said grinning at him.
“Well, you might want to get a dress and pick some bridesmaids. We were thinking of lavender, and we put some styles we liked in the folder for you,” he said.
He rolled back to his side of the bed, removed a thick folder from the bottom drawer beside the bed. He sat up and handed it to her. Terry sat cross-legged beside him and looked in the folder.
She flicked through the pile of information. “Fuck me; you have put some work into this,” she said in astonishment.
“I told you that I have every intention of marrying you. So, do you want to go shopping?” he asked.
“What are we buying?” she asked in a distracted voice, as she looked at the material. She liked what he and her dad had planned. They had even included a list of bridal shops and put some pictures of dresses in the folder. One picture had, ‘I like this one,’ beside it in his handwriting, making her smile.
“I thought you might like to pick out your engagement ring,” he said.
Terry looked at him for a long moment. “You’re not going to change your mind, are you?” she replied.
“Not a hope in hell, my love,” he said.
Terry sighed dramatically and then said thoughtfully, “The name Mrs Terry Anderson does have a nice ring to it, my love.”
She giggled as he tossed her back on her back and kissed her everywhere and said, ‘I love you,’ with every kiss that he placed.
There were a lot of kisses.
Kate Anderson, Dale’s mum, had turned up four weeks before the wedding to help.
Kate had been quite happy to use Terry’s flat as a base since she and Richard, Terry’s dad would be doing a lot of the running around for the wedding while Terry and Dale were at work.
Terry had become suspicious of their relationship when by the end of the second week, she had noticed that neither of the girlfriend’s cars had been in the drive since Kate had been there. She checked her room and saw the dust. The bed hadn’t been slept in for some time.
When she confronted her dad about his intentions towards Kate, he had blushed furiously. “That woman is a dynamo, she sure wears me out,” he told her.
Terry had laughed, “Like mother, like son, huh?”
Richard had grinned. “That explains why you have been smiling so much lately and ended up-the-duff,” he said. He was delighted that he was going to be a granddad and he really liked Dale. They got on well having similar backgrounds. Plus, it wasn’t hard to tell that the man loved his daughter.
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