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When Chloe asked Indie to be her bridesmaid, she was over the moon, and they’ve been planning the wedding together ever since. Indie was particularly pleased that Chloe let her have a say in the dress she had to wear.
They chose a long silk dress in navy blue, which falls over her body like a dark rainfall. The thin spaghetti straps hold the scoop neckline high enough to look respectable, but I can see enough of her tits to get me hot under the collar.
Her long blonde hair has been curled and pulled up into a low bun, with strands framing her face. Although Indie rarely wears make-up, a professional came to do both hers and Chloe’s, and she looks even more stunning than usual.
Dark shadows frame her beautiful emerald eyes, making them stand out against the colour of her dress. And the deep red shade on her lips makes them appear plumper, getting my imagination whirling.
I can’t wait to see the shade smeared across my cock later tonight as she looks up at me from on her knees, as Miles’ grip ruins her perfect hair.
Focus, arsehole, you can’t get a hard-on at your sister’s wedding,I tell myself, trying to think of anything except how gorgeous my girl is.
Then she turns ever so slightly, and I catch a glimpse of the way the silky dress hugs her round stomach, and I can’t stop myself from grinning. I reach over and place my hand on her growing tummy, as Indie looks down in amazement at where I’m touching her.
“Do I look huge?” she whispers.
I shake my head. “You look fucking gorgeous.”
From the day we talked about our future, agreeing on a shared surname when the time came, things seemed to move a hell of a lot quicker than any of us planned—yet it just felt so right.
Six months after our talk, we found out that Indie was pregnant, and even though it wasn’t planned, none of us cared. Miles and I hatched a plan, and we proposed to her just a couple of days after she told us we’d be fathers.
She was around twelve weeks pregnant when we had our commitment ceremony, followed by the official wedding that I needed to have. Her beautiful ivory wedding dress covered herlittle bump, but we all knew it was there, and we couldn’t have been happier.
Marcus and Chloe had already planned to have their wedding three months after our slightly rushed ceremony, and they weren’t at all surprised to learn the reason behind us rushing.
Indie was worried Chloe wouldn’t want a pregnant bridesmaid, but Chloe was adamant it didn’t matter. In fact, she was over the moon at the news she’d have a niece or nephew to dote on.
At just over twenty-five weeks pregnant, not only was Indie showing a bit of a bump, she’d also started to feel the baby move, and both me and Miles could not get enough of the feeling.
If we thought our girl was beautiful before, it’s nothing compared to seeing her with our ring on her finger and our baby in her belly. I didn’t think my love for her could grow, but it has, and as I lay my hand on her bump, I know I’ll love the child too.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had many sleepless nights wondering whether I’ll make a good father. I mean, no kid wants an ex-junkie, who is constantly trying to remain sober, as a father. Not to mention the incredibly weird family dynamic we’re bringing them into.
But after several family counselling sessions, I realised the fact I’m worrying about this already makes me quite a good father. I want to do right by the kid, and that shows how much I care.
Besides, with Miles and Indie to help me, I know I can’t fail. They will support me every step of the way, and as long as we all lean on each other, we will be fine. The kid will be more loved than they’ll ever know.
“Time to go,” Chloe shouts once her photo session is over.
She looks over and sees me with my hand on Indie’s bump; her smile growing as she takes it in. “The baby is moving,” I tell her, as I feel a fluttering underneath my hand.
She rushes over, her eyes wide as her gaze flicks between my hand and Indie. “Really? Can I feel?”
“Of course,” Indie says, as she reaches over and grabs Chloe’s hand before placing it right beside mine.
We both hold still for a few seconds, and it’s not long before she lets out a gasp, her eyes filling with unshed tears when she feels the baby kicking against us.
“I can feel it.” Her voice is full of wonder, and I know that feeling well. It’s exactly how I felt the first time I felt my baby move.
“We’re going to be late,” I remind them.
“Fine, but can I do this again another time, when I have longer?” she asks, sounding hopeful.
Indie nods, and Chloe’s smile grows. I usher both women out of the door and into the car that’s been waiting patiently for us, as we start the journey to the church.
When we finally arrive, Chloe is starting to show some nerves. Her leg is jiggling up and down, and if her bouquet were a person, she’d have suffocated them with how hard she’s grasping it.
Indie seems to have noticed too, and as soon as we arrive at the venue, she climbs out of the car first, letting us know she’s going to inform everyone that we’re ready to begin. Really, she’s giving us some time alone, and I’m super grateful.