She smoothed her hands over her belly, which protected their children. Michael had no idea she was carrying twins. The doctor had told her after the sonogram when Michael was out of the room. Apparently, one of the babies had been lying alongside his or her brother or sister, which had made it more difficult to see.
Every time Lily thought about having twins her heart would skip a beat. It was daunting enough knowing that within six months or thereabouts they would have a small part of themselves to look after, but two babies frightened the life out of her. Although Michael would probably panic at first, she knew he would be with her every step of the way, along with his family.
All she had to do was break the ‘twin’ news to him, but considering how stressed he’d been leading up to the wedding Lily had thought it best to wait until after they’d said ‘I do’.
Shaking herself from her thoughts, Lily realized her nausea had finally disappeared. Moving slowly to keep it at bay, Lily slid out from under the covers and made her way to the bathroom.
Switching the shower on, she relieved her bladder, washed her hands then brushed her teeth before climbing under the warm spray, which had reached the correct temperature.
Another thing Michael had been adamant about was not showering in steaming water because he didn’t think it was good for the baby to be ‘roasted’.
Reaching out, Lily took hold of the shower gel, smiling as she squirted some into the palm of her hand before placing the bottle back on the ledge.
She started rubbing the gel into her neck and collarbone, moving her hands over her breasts and sensitive nipples, which caused her to inhale as the pressure went straight to her clit.
Ignoring her throbbing nipples she moved over her belly in a gentle caress before moving to wash between her legs, which had her breath coming in quick succession.
Without meaning to she’d managed to awaken her sexual need, which she’d ignored during the past week because of her no sex before the wedding ban. She had been stupid making that decision and had been stunned when Michael agreed.
Lily tried to concentrate on washing her thighs, but her hands had a mind of their own and kept moving towards her *.
A quick flick to her clit had her legs quivering with need, but she refused to do the final step of entering her sex. Bringing her hands back up her stomach, she cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples with her thumbs.
She groaned. “Why the hell did Michael agree to no sex for a week? We’re both crazy.”
Quickly turning the water off, Lily reached out, grabbed a towel to dry off with before wrapping a dry one around her body as she walked back into the bedroom.
Standing in front of her wedding dress, which was hanging from the closet door, Lily felt tears of happiness pricking her eyes. It was her wedding day! For some reason it felt like a dream and she expected to wake up at any second, alone and wanting without Michael being there. Wiping the tears away, she knew that it wasn’t and her love for Michael could endure anything. It was as pure as the cool silk fabric of the white dress. On the hanger, it had very little shape, but the A-line style would look beautiful on her full figure. The strapless bodice had thin gauze layering with beautiful embroidered flowers trailing from the back over the curve of her breasts.
At first, Lily wasn’t sure about the style, because of her large breasts, but seeing Michael’s mom in tears when she caught sight of her trying it on in the bridal boutique, made the decision for her.
Michael was going to be stunned when he saw her walking down the aisle towards him. His eyes always lit up when she entered the room he was already in, but nothing would prepare him for how she planned on looking in the afternoon.
She was going to become Mrs. Michael McKenzie and she couldn’t wait for Michael to slip his ring on her finger.
All Michael’s brothers had welcomed her in to their family with open arms, as had his parents. For the first time since she’d lost her parents she felt as though she had a family and it made her feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
Smiling, Lily let the towel drop as she slipped her legs into her panties, following that with a bra. Sometimes she wished her breasts where small enough to go without, but no such luck.
Once she’d smoothed a sundress over her curves, Lily took a seat at the dressing table to brush her long, dark curls out before securing it on top of her head with a clip.
She’d just finished applying moisturizer to her face, when her mobile beeped with an incoming text message.
Michael: Are you feeling okay?
Her smile deepened. Even when there was so much to worry about today, Michael was still worried about her. He was always texting Lily, no matter where he was or whom he was with, he would always pick his phone up and send her a text message to make sure she was all right.
Lily felt so much love for him; she didn’t bother answering his question.