It would be bad if my future mother-in-law heard that and assumed I was the one who taught the servants to call me that. Though Christopher and I were already married, it was unwise for me to get too ahead of myself at this juncture.
“But, Mrs. Lane, aren’t you and Mr. Lane already married? Madam specifically instructed us to call you that,” the servant explained matter-of-factly.
W-What? I started wondering whether my stay in the hospital had messed with my brain. This must be a hallucination; if not, there was no way to explain Julia’s odd behavior. I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I failed to notice Christopher entering the room.
“Why are you gaping? Did something amazing happen?” He grazed the tip of my nose gently with a finger.
“No… It just doesn’t make sense.” I pointed toward the staircase. “Your mom instructed the servants to address me as Mrs. Lane. I must be hearing things, aren’t I?”
My words must have amused him as Christopher broke into a light chuckle. In one swift motion, he lifted me and spun a few rounds around the room before setting me gently on the bed. “Have more confidence in yourself. My mom’s actually a softie on the inside. Since you treat her well, she’ll do the same to you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be in my room right now.”
“So… I’ve been officially recognized?” I stared wide-eyed at him. “About what your mom said at the hospital… That she’ll prepare a wedding for us, that was all real?”
“Thinking of bailing out?” he suggested teasingly. “Too late, Mrs. Lane. Wedding preparations are already underway, so you’re technically the Lane family’s daughter-in-law now. No running away.”
My eyes lit up. Wedding! The word made my insides tingle with excitement. Being with Christopher for such a long time, I had always dreamed of walking down the aisle with him. I could already imagine the scene of us exchanging our sacred vows in front of a crowd.
I was not one for wanting a high-profile wedding, but it was a once-in-a-lifetime event. Although in my case, this was the second time. But, with a guy like Christopher, who loved and adored me, I wanted everyone relevant to witness and recognize our wedding. It would be my greatest honor to recite my vows proudly in front of everyone.
Mid-thought, I felt a tug on my lingerie. I looked down in time to see it fly across the room, joining my pile of clothes strewn on the floor.
I gave Christopher, who was busy loosening his tie, a light kick. “Weren’t we just talking about our wedding? Why this all of a sudden?”
“Darling, you’ve been hospitalized for two whole months! You could’ve been out by the first month, but Mom insisted you stay longer for precaution’s sake. Any healthy man would have lost it by now.” Even in the midst of his explanation, his hands remained focused on stripping himself. Soon, he slipped under the blanket with me.
He planted a kiss on my forehead. “Aren’t you afraid some other woman might try and seduce me away?” he suggested seductively.
“They won’t succeed!” While entertaining him, I returned his kiss. “It’s only been two months… What happens when I’m pregnant? We won’t be able to do it for an entire year. You won’t really find a temporary wife during that period, will you?”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ve still got my well-trained hands. They’ll take over your role during that period.” Then, he pressed me back to the mattress, his head nuzzling against my breasts. Meanwhile, his hands trailed against my thighs, setting my skin ablaze with every touch.
“Then why didn’t you use them during these two months?” My voice was becoming raspy, my breathing uneven.
“You’re not pregnant, yet.” Christopher spread my thighs and lowered his hips between them. “We’ve been married for a year now. You should bear my child soon… Did you see that weird look Sabrina keeps giving us?” And, that piece of shit, Zachary, keeps saying there’s something wrong with my manhood! Though, I did punish him for that.”
His reply cracked me up. However, the sound of my laughter was very quickly replaced by a high-pitched moan as Christopher pushed forward in a strong thrust. Remembering we were still at the Lane residence, I hurriedly covered my mouth.
